(ON HOLD/BEING REWRITTEN) De Salute Mea- Safety From The Darkness

Chapter 6

A/N
Sorry for taking a while to write this, I've gotten busy again, I'll try to post again as soon as I can though! 😃

Warnings: Violence, torture

"Steve, did you get the Nether Wart?" 

"N-no, it's kinda a long story." 

Alex sighed and stood up. "Well, that's unfortunate." She walked around his kitchen. "You have Wither Sickness meds right?" "Yeah, they're in the chest to the left of the back door." Alex stood and made her way to it. Steve sighed. "How hard is it to simply go to The Fortress and get Nether wart?" He criticized himself. Now they both needed one and he couldn't make any, not to mention his hurt pride. Now Alex probably thought him weak and stupid. He never had this much trouble before- and who brought him back to his portal? And what happened to his leg?

He didn't have much time to think about it however. Suddenly a figure with white glowing eyes appeared by the door, by Alex. 

"Alex!" Knowledge of his leg forgotten, he shot up from the couch, causing it to immediately collapse underneath him and he fell to the floor. Agonizing pain shot up through his leg and his body. Alex heard him cry out and rushed back over to him. "Steve, what the hell?"

Steve looked frantically to the door to find nothing there. "You- thing- door-" "What?!" "Uh, nothing I guess..." He answered, sitting up. Alex rubbed her face anxiously and mumbled something along the lines of "Great, now he's hallucinating." "Was I hallucinating?" He thought. Steve was sure that he had seen something, at least he thought he was sure.

"Come on, get back to the couch Steve." Alex helped him up and back to his place on the couch. "You ok?" She asked, collapsing on it as well. "Yeah I'm fine, what about you?" Steve asked, noticing her pale face. "You should really get rest." She groaned and leaned back. "Yeah, I should I guess. Let me get you those meds first." She stood from her sitting position and almost lost her balance, saving it by falling back to the couch.

Steve reflexively moved closer to her and placed his hand on her shoulder. "Alex, don't move so fast." As she breathed out and closed her eyes, no doubt dizzy, Steve noticed a brutal slash on the back of her neck moving down her back. "It makes your head spin..." He leaned closer to get a better look at the damage. "Yeah, I got that, thanks." She replied sarcastically, rolling her eyes playfully and turning to him with a half smile.

Steve immediately sensed the small distance between them and turned his head to look at her. He hardly had to move at all before their faces were just inches away. Silence followed as they stared at each other. Once again, he fell victim to the intensity and depth of her eyes. It was as if he could suddenly see her in a different way, there was emotion in her eyes. More than emotion, there was stories, memories, other places in them. It was as if, to Steve, they were windows to her very soul, her character, her.

"Steve."

He didn't understand how much beauty and emotion could be reflecting in her eyes, he didn't understand, what was this feeling he was starting to notice? He didn't want to look away.

"Steve?"

"Hmm?" He hummed, continuing to gaze at her.

"You, um..." He hadn't even realized she was looking into his as well. That unknown feeling in him intensified, causing him to blush. He also realized how long they were doing this, and he bit the inside of his lip, but still didn't look away. He didn't want to. Nothing else he ever looked at made him feel this way, and he knew if he looked away the feeling would fade away. "I what?"

"Y-you..." A blush crept onto her face.

"Yeah?" The heat in his face grew as well, his heart racing.

"You're... A bit close..."

"Yeah... I mean-" He quickly straightened and exhaled. "I-I mean, um, I uh, sorry, sorry..." He looked downward and away and coughed. "It-It's ok, you, you just, um-" Alex looked away towards the back door. "I uh I just noticed-"

"Steve."

"I-I mean you- you just had a-"

"Steve."

Something was wrong about her voice. Terror. Steve's head whipped around. "What? Are you- oh my god."

There was blood. There was blood on the glass. It dripped slowly down, the letters stretched downwards, almost unreadable.

Y O U  T H I N K  Y O U  C A N  O U T R U N  D E A T H ?

His eyes widened as he stared at his glass door with horror. He shot up from the couch, again forgetting his leg and again falling to the ground. Alex slowly got to her feet and began making her way over to it.

"Alex- Alex don't! It's- not safe-" It took all his power to not scream out in agony from his leg, and he didn't dare move it. "Alex! Don't! Get- away- from the-" He tried to sit up and this time couldn't hold in his cries of pain.

Alex looked back at him and put her fingers to her lips. He noticed she was as pale as ever, and her expression reflected worry and fright. "Alex!" He hissed. "Get your ass back here! You're going to-"  He cried out again as he tried to move towards her.

So very slowly and silently, she reached for his sword, which was leaning against a chest, and held it ready before her. She waited a moment before she cautiously peeked around the corner. She moved in front of the door, sword at the ready. She looked as if she were waiting for something to happen. Suddenly bolts of lightning struck outside, and Alex's face flooded with fear and horror.

"Alex, what-"

"Steve, I need you to listen to me." He could tell from her body language that someone or something dangerous was approaching her. "You need-" A sword flew through the glass door, shattering it to bits, and into Alex's shoulder. Lightning shot at her and the force of it shoved her against the wall behind her. "ALEX!" A figure cloaked in darkness stalked menacingly towards her, her screams of pain drowning out the sound of its footsteps.

The same second Steve saw it was the same second he felt that horrible electric pain from his dream flowing throughout his body. He screamed in agony and held his head in his hands, wriggling and jolting on the floor. He could swear it wasn't ten times worse than his dream. He watched through strained eyes as the figure took his sword from her hand, lifted her by her neck, and shoved it through her other shoulder. Her feet hovered above the ground, shoulders pinned to the wall.

The figure stepped back a bit, as if to admire its work. Then, he unsheathed a dagger and stepped closer to her slowly, like it wanted to torture her in all possible ways. Steve tried to move but the excruciating pain grew with every movement, and he couldn't take it. The figure hooked its finger under her sagging chin and lifted it to face her.

It grinned a sick smirk and flipped the dagger once, twice, and into her chest, just so it was below her lungs and above her stomach. It's crazed grin grew wider as it slowly pulled the dagger down, slowly, slowly, cutting through her flesh.

Fury flowed through Steve's veins. The pain he was experiencing felt like it was tearing him apart. He lifted himself to his knees, and forced himself to stand. He was halfway to a standing position when his side was slashed. He screamed so loudly it hurt his own ears and he collapsed to the ground, holding his side, which was covering his hand and arm in blood.

The figure's attention turned to him, and he forcefully ripped the dagger from Alex's side. Twirling the dagger in his hand, he made his way to Steve. Words couldn't describe what Steve was feeling in that moment of terror and pain. The figure loomed over him, and just before Steve blacked out from that excruciating pain, he felt the figure's glowing white eyes penetrate through him into his soul. He looked up to see the figure with a grin so wide it seemed impossible.

"You're next."