The Commander Trilogy #1 Shadow and Gold

Chapter Four

My mind was like a thousand pieces of shattered glass, impossible to make whole again. The spider screamed, a long pericing high pitched scream which shattered and scattered the voices of friends of the spider. Everything was lost to me the moment everything became so screwed up. Why did I become the spider in this situation, destined to have everyone run from me, because of a lost hope, I can never desire, powerfully. If I had known this was how everything was going to end for me, maybe I would've been smarter, to control my desire. In this new world, there's no room to desire.

''I need the flashlight from you!'' Faith hissed, anger consuming her drum sounded heart, as she grabbed the light from the shy, innocent, volunteer to her left. Valerian and Cardin were nowhere to be found, but she knew work still needed to get finished, as painful as it was, she had to go into the forest, hopeful to hunt, to locate supplies, with a harmless volunteer, named Alias.The look of Alias Vincent, the look of experience surrounding hair fair, light skin, caused Faith to study him, especially because somewhere deep in those metallic, silver, eyes, there was desire for danger, a dangerous invitation he was eager to play with anyone who wanted. HE had a quality of masculine confidence that was a thousand times greater than hers, Valerian, or even Cardin's. She was having trouble keeping the hurt she felt, from flashing in and out of her vision, she;d entered the forest with a cool, collected head, calming breaths, though now, she was surrounded by nothing but darkness, darkness and depression. A part of her felt suffocated. Intoxicating, like any moment her lungs would come detached from her chest, and in seconds, she's lose to the taste of death plaguing her for years. She felt as thought a hand grasped her stomach, squeezing so hard, her eyes burned, as sweat dripped down her cheeks. Attracting the freezing cold winds, to drool heat or sweat from the ends of her ears. The cold chill she felt crept up her spine, raising the hair on the back of her neck, sending signals up and down her entire body, the forest was colder than normal, the rustling of pine trees against one another, created a faint, melting, that surrounded her and Alias, as his soft, gental eyes, turned to hers. Without a glimpse of hesitation, she loaded a arrow into her bow, then with a cool breath, she let the arrow fly. She watched it strike past the metal wiring of the wooden bow, only to disappear past the huge of dark statues.

She walked slowly a few feet forward, taking in everything around her, from the patches of blue sky visible above her, from the trees, to the spring flowering sprinkling along the forest path she walked. Alias reached a soft, chilling, hand out to her, but instead she stayed where she was, frozen, but alert, her voice brushing past the two of them. ''Keep where you are, otherwise you might get hit.'' Her voice was piercing his insides, stabbing at him, like the sharpened hilt of her own decorative dagger. A breeze swept above the top of the trees, forcing them to sway in movement. The left side of the open forest was darker in shape then the right, though she could still the see the left side, visibly, capturing her gaze for a moment, till she slid herself across the green floor, floating in the shocking cold, gold, she oriented herself to the darkness, till something soft, and tight, came at her from behind, chocking her, suffocating, and tearing at her neck.

Her lips quivered with fear, as a sob threatened to chock off her voice, but before she could even think to try and struggle as the person responsible, she looked to the corner, spoting Alias. She tired to shout something to him, anything that would capture his attention, but every attempt she tried to make, was equality as terrible as the next, for she was forced to watch, helpless, and fear nibbling away at her, as she watched a second strange attacked him, turning him away, till he was gagging, chocking for breath. Faith stilled at the tip of a blade, slicing parts of the skin around her neck, as her head twisted, hands held in the air, in surrender. She froze as the scent of something freezing, freezing cold, but sweet all the same, till another hand, much stronger this time, pulled her head back, with her eyes directed to the sky, the person grabbed onto her shoulder, pressing into her with all its weight, till she was being pushed down to her knees, her knees gave out, buckling first, then with nothing but urges to fight, she surrender.