Eliora (boyxboy)

The rope.

I was laying on my stomach, my ear flat on the cold ground. My shoulders hurt. I could feel the blood from the open wound trickling down the sides of my back.

My eyes blinked slowly in exhaustion. Blinking open and closed continuously.

My wings were laying in a heap of feathers and blood in the corner of the room, right in my line of sight. Seeing the once white, bloodied mess, made the gaping holes on my back sting. Blood clogged my throat.

I could hear an alarm of panic outside. Alarm bells rang and the snarls and roars of beasts could be heard through the door. The smell of fire was strong in the air, making it all the more harder to breathe. The building was on fire.

I couldn't bring myself to hope that I'd make it out of this place alive. My hope died the moment the monster took a knife to my skin. Even if I was rescued in the end. If they came and saved me, I wouldn't live to see another day. I could feel it, the time ticking behind my ears, the tearing of the thread waiting until I took my last breath to snap. I couldn't see anything beyond what was In front of my eyes, the hazy, bloodied room was the only timeline my head could wrap around. I no longer had the ability to see everything.

I wanted to wail. Bang my head on the wall until I cracked it open with the force of my hits.

But I couldn't, because I didn't even have the strength to cry. I was weakened. They'd taken everything that made me what I was. I was no longer great, I no longer held the past present and future in my hands, I no longer held even myself in my hands.

My heart slowed. I could feel my body draining of all the blood that kept me alive, but just as I thought I'd take my last breath, the door banged open, it's force hitting my legs and making my clogged throat let out a whimper of pain.

I heard a curse and felt my weak pulse skip a beat. Could it be? A pair of boots came into my line of sight and I really wished I could wail. He knelt down in front of me. His hands stretched out in front of him like he wanted to reach for me but was scared at the same time. His eyes were full of unshed tears and I wished I could cry too.

He gasped a sob. "T-Theo....?"

I could feel tears run down the side of my face and onto the floor. He looked as beautiful as ever, like a god. I bet I looked just like I felt, like death.

He sniffed and I wished I could wipe his nose. I wanted to burrow my face in his warm neck and breathe in his rainy scent. I wanted to feel his strong arms wrapped around my body, squeezing me until I molded to his body. I wanted him to chase death away.

He gasped again, this time, his tears ran down his face in furious sashes of salt and pain. I wished I could speak, and I tell him I loved him, that I would always love him.

I opened my mouth and coughed up the clot of blood that was stuck in my throat, clearing my air way, but that only gave way to a gate flood of red pouring onto the floor. He cried harder, his big hands tentatively reaching out to cup my face.

His warmth brought me contentment and I felt like I was soaring with his touch. He caressed my blood soaked skin softly, delicately. He was afraid he would snap the rope.

I held on to his warmth as my heart continued to slow down, as death breathed fire down my skin, I lost myself in the touch of my lover.

Then he screamed, and I smiled. His Raven colored hair was the last thing I saw, and the world turned black.