Fox Class?

Chapter 18

WRITER'S NOTE: Sorry for the late upload , I've been sick and it totally slipped my mind yesterday. 

TW: there is self harm and blood in this next part.

- cehilmot

ALLURO:

I can't. I need to. I need to. Vincent. Please. Can you hear me? Can you? Can you? I can hear you, but can you hear me?

"It's nearly complete. Just a little longer, dear child. A little longer." A demonic voice says.

"I know Shaide. Thank you. Thank you."

"I'll be taking my leave now."

"Thank you."

He's holding onto me for dear life. I know the feeling. You hold onto whatever you can to make the pain go away. To feel better. To feel protected. I let out silent sobs. My throat is raw from screaming. My head pounds from the stress. My body aches. I can hear my heartbeat in my ears so loudly. My thoughts are too silent. I hold onto Vincent. I'm too weak to hold him properly though. I feel myself slipping into a darkness.

Sleep, right? The last of it. Sleep. I will.

It's dark.

I can hear laughter. So pure and innocent. So happy and...free. Free. What does it feel like to be free?

"Mummy! Look! Look at me!" A little girl laughs chasing some butterflies in a green field full of flowers.

"Sweetie! I see you!" An older voice says.

The sky is so happy. The sun is shining. The girl runs circles around me in the field. I follow her, turning round and round. A smile plays on my face briefly...until I see the mother's face. Broken. Pained. Dead. Dead. Dead. Dead. The child's mother isn't alive. I look around to find the child only to see her lying dead in the fields of green with flowers. She's dead. The sky darkens and turns red. The colour of blood. There is fire and war breaking out around me. I feel the bile in my throat rise. I'm scared. So scared that I can't move. I look down at my hands...covered in blood. I'm stained in the blood of countless people lying dead around me. I did this. I did this.

"Sweet vixin? Is that you?" A woman's voice calls out.

I snap my head around to the direction of the voice only to see her walking towards me with a sword through her heart and an arrow through her eye. Her clothes a drenched in blood from the bodies she's walked through. Blood pours from her mouth. I can't move. I'm stuck.

"It is you, my sweet vixin. Look! Look at me! Look at what you've done to me!" She shouts hysterically, "I'd still be alive if you didn't kill me! You did this! Why did you kill me? Why? I'm not even dead yet! Alluro!"

"Alluro? Is that you?" A familiar voice says.

I turn to face...Vincent...dead.

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I open my eyes slowly. I stare at the white ceiling. I hear rustling and movement. A door opens. So, I'm in my room. Lying in bed.

"Good morning Alluro. How are you feeling?" Bruce's gentle voice asks.

He sounds tired. Drained. I just stare at the ceiling. I can feel tears welling in my eyes but refusing to fall. I blink them away before he sees.

"You look better now. I've left you two some food and medicine. I'll be going."