Sanctus Peccatores

Three.

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Those green eyes followed my every move, calculating my actions and a dark smile accompanying those hauntingly beautiful eyes. All around me, the weather turns for the worse, the rain pelting my bare skin painfully as I stumbled towards those mesmerising eyes, the dark clouds swirling overhead. A chorus of howls echo behind me before I'm forcefully pinned to the ground, a disgruntled scream escaping my lips as I'm flipped onto my back to be faced with an Adonis looming over me. His face was contorted into pure fury and delight as those things held me down, pushing a rag of clothing into my mouth to muffle my cries.

"You should've listened to me, sweetheart" his harsh voice cooed, making my heart twist with disgust at his pet name for me. I would respond but I was gagged, saving him from my verbal abuse. He moved closer, dropping himself into a position that looked like he was straddling me, except his body language showed he didn't mean this in a pleasant manner. I cowered slightly, flinching as he ran his hands over the smooth skin of my stomach, a stray tear running down my cheek.

"You deserve this" his clipped tone frightened me, and a horrid pain engulfed my abdomen, making me clench my teeth on the rag from giving him the satisfaction of my screams. Looking down, I saw his hand inside of me, slowly pulling out with his fist holding my intestines. I felt my consciousness waver as black entered my vision, suddenly the green eyes came into my thoughts. Where did they go? I think they tried to help me... A harsh yank on my intestines made my body start convulsing, my system go into shock as I felt all the things start to consume my flesh... "Adela" I heard my mothers voice in my anguish..
"Adela!" She sounded so frantic, so scared..
"Wake up you idiot or you'll die!" I even heard my father's chastising voice in my last moments..
"I'm sorry Xavier, I have to do this" a third unfamiliar voice spoke, before a harsh stabbing pain hit my chest, making me jerk up on the metallic table I was on. Looking down, I saw a needle hanging from my chest where the stabbing pain had been. Bringing my gaze up, I cocked one of my eyebrows and motioned at the needle in my chest.

"Care to explain?" my voice was hoarse, probably from the screaming in my nightmare was also aloud. Not receiving anything other than blank stares, I grasped the needle and pulled it out, before grabbing a cotton bud to stop the small amount of blood that came with removing it.

"How long have you been having Shifts?" the doctor asked, his double chins wobbling as he spoke in a slightly pitched voice. Shifts are dreams where if you die in the nightmare, you die. Like, completely. I shrugged, swinging my legs off of the table, a little bit stiff from the dream.

"About twelve months ago, but this is one of the less life threatening ones, believe me" my voice was sharp, signalling the end of the discussion as I hugged my weeping mother. She, being the Creator, couldn't handle watching people die. That was Father's job, being the Reaper and all. The shifts are becoming more frequent, and I believe it is my own mind testing my ability to deal with different situations. This was the first, I had actually been powerless. It's a feeling I don't want to experience any time soon.

"Don't ever frighten me like that again" my mother whimpered, clutching me as if I would break if she didn't do so. I smiled and wrapped my arms around her, resting my head on her shoulder.

"I'll try not to mother, but I can't promise" I chuckled, loving the warmth that radiated from her. In two days, I'm leaving for at least three weeks, so I will spend as much time as possible with them. After all, there is a chance I could not be returning..

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{{Picture above is Adela's mother, Isabella}}
Don't worry, there are going to be two or three chapters to each day, so this is only the morning x3 love you guys :p