Lyfers: Amnesia

Chapter 22 - Forgive Me

 – Run, Dove!

Sphinx's panicked scream as he stepped in front of her sent shivers down her spine, and when she moved aside to see the persons who got him so frightened, fear began to run into her mind as well; the M tattooed right under their left eyes was the sign they were from Morphine, and it was as visible as it was well-known across Dufferdale. A black-haired woman stood out from the group of eight other men to approach them closer, a grin on her neon-blue lips.

– M'dudes, we found two of them Amnesia's wussies, she snickered.

– Isn't that weird-blue kiddo the pink one's Lieutenant, huh?

– Touché.

– Quite good preys, in that case.

– They're mine, no touchin'.

Sphinx turned around to Dove, pushing her away in a quick gesture. He was desperate for her to run to safety, but the young woman wasn't reacting at all. She was staring at the Morphine's members, open-mouthed. She couldn't move, no matter how much she tried; she was petrified there.

– I said run, shouted her friend, just don't stay here!

He tried to force her to leave again, but the black-haired one did not hear it that way, and raised a hand to paralyze his, tearing an aching holler from him. Dove still didn't move; at this instant, she was somewhere else, into another timeline, and closed her eyes. She already lived this moment, once.

She reminded the scenery so well: a banal street on a banal day, just like this one. Feeling her body close to someone's, feeling she weren't alone. Then, the terror, the yells telling her to run away, to go somewhere safe, to run without turning ever back. And finally, the pain, the blood splattering against the concrete, the tears falling, the whispered promises, the eyes closing. The end. No, it couldn't happen again. It could never happen again. Not after her life finally began to feel like it was worth living. Not after her heart began to beat, to warm up, to love. No, not again.

She reopened her eyes, and somehow, it felt like the world around had changed. It was the same, but she sensed it differently. Maybe it was herself who had changed, in just a blink. She didn't know, and couldn't care less; someone she loved was in danger, she had no time to think. She made a step forward, standing in front of the young man, staring at their aggressors with an expression so fierce that this, along her life flow profusely growing around her to the point a luminous aura formed, made them step back, suddenly hesitating. Sphinx, released by the woman, observed Dove, both stunned and worried, and tried to hold her back. Nevertheless, the peaceful smile she showed him calmed him, as if she shared her serenity with him in a way he utterly ignored.

– I am not running away, today. Am I not a pureblood, too?

She swung around to face the others and lifted her hand up; abruptly causing them to struggle to breath, urgently scraping at their neck and mouth to vainly get some air. No, she wouldn't let go. There was no way she would risk it, and they understood it, too late. She could see their life flow trying to escape their body in sharp, precipitate moves, and so did her friend. Until then, he had no idea how powerful she truly was, and realizing that she was way above what he ever seen felt like a shock. But her calm voice brought him back to his senses; she was talking to herself, in some sort of second state.

– Forgive me, Mom and Dad, for I hadn't been the daughter you wanted me to be. But I swear... I swear I'll be the woman the world wanted me to be.

All of a sudden, she clenched her fist, bursting their life flow in a single move, breaking their spines in the process, in noises and screams so awful Sphinx flinched, eyes widened and hands trembling. When hers fell down, the bodies followed, joining the ground in a low thud, red liquid flowing out of their nose and lips, forming a thick puddle quickly. Dove felt no pain, no remorse, no sadness; she felt free. She broke her promise and the chains that came along of it, like an irremovable part of the contract. Nothing was restraining her anymore, now. She crossed the line, and freed herself. Yes, she was free.

However, her forces had been sucked up by that outburst, and she could feel herself falling, her wobbling legs not keeping her up any longer. Sphinx swiftly caught her, pressing her against himself, pushing away the blonde hair from her exhausted face in a soft gesture, which comforted her. After witnessing what she was capable of doing, he was not afraid of her, nor was he any different from earlier, and it brought a genuine smile on her lips.

– Dove, are you okay? He asked her, in a disquieted whisper.

– I don't know, she replied in a chuckle. Yes, I... I guess I am. You?

– Thanks to you, yes I am. Let's run away before the cops arrive.

She nodded and collected all of her energy left to get on her feet. He grabbed her hand and intertwined his fingers with hers, and they left that banal street from an absolutely not banal day in a rush.

They only stopped when they were out of breath and deep into Amnesia's territory, knowing well they would be safe there. Morphine would not dare to go so far into another district, neither would the police appear out of nowhere. They leaned against a building, heavily panting, their lungs burning from their run. Still, they were both smiling, and couldn't hide it; was it the thrill of the rush, or some kind of ecstasy from having overpowered so many opponents? They could not say it, and did not really care. The two of them were safe, and it was all that mattered. After a few minute of catching back their breathing, Dove seized her phone from her jeans' pocket, looking at Sphinx.

– I need to tell Venom and the others about that.

He nodded, and she dialed his number, in vain: he didn't pick up. She tried to call Phase, only to obtain the same result. Ultimately, Blaze picked up.

– Lil sis! How are you doing?

– Hi, Blaze. I... I just murdered nine of Morphine's men.