She continues to scream. I feel past my ears and they are red, hot and pulsing blood. I try to scream for her to stop but my voice won't sound. I just sit down and wait for the world to stop spinning.
"Keith? Keith! Wake up! I see your eyes fluttering; don't play here!" complains Aua
I listen to her disembodied voice as she continues to yell.
"I wish I didn't have this stupid curse," murmurs Aua, as she kicks stray papers across the hallway, "I never wanted her to die, and now that she did, I'm doomed. Why'd you leave me?"
I listen and watch her, but quickly close my eyes when she snaps in my direction.
"Keith, are you awake?"
I lay as still as possible so that she won't notice that I'm awake.
She steps over me to view the side of me that I'm laying on.
"Keith, were you listening to what's said?"
"No." I lied to her face.
"Oh, that's okay. Sorry about that, I didn't mean to hurt you."
"What are you?" I quickly back away to the nearest corner.
"I-I don't know," she whispers
"What are you, Aua?"
"I said, I don't know." Her voice begins to crack.
"What are you?!" I yell.
"I don't know!" She screams.
Her voice becomes more painful than it did before. The agony and horror that comes from this scream pounds with pressure, making my stomach churn and makes my eyes and ears spill with blood.
"Stop!" I yell at the top of my lungs.
She doesn't make any sign of letting up.
I force myself to move toward her, and this time, the familiar taste of blood touches my tongue.
I inch closer toward her and I find the eye of the storm. As close as I was to her, I couldn't hear her screech, and the blood that went across my face had dried and stopped running. I reach toward her wrist and grab it. Her scream lowers to more of a gasp. Her eyes go back to their hazel and she blinks at me.
"Not likely," she says groggily, "not-"
Her body goes slack and she passes out.
"Seriously guys." says a random voice
I turn slowly and see the exact person I dreaded to see, with her choppy, purple, hair, hazel eyes, medium toned baby face, and lanky physique. Emarie, the person I'd thought was dead, stood at distance, just far enough away to be blinded by the rays of light coming through the window, but close enough to be hidden by the corner shadows.
"What are you doing here, Emarie? Aren't you supposed to be-"
"Dead, not even close."
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Chosen
ФэнтезиAua. A simple college student with a heavy burden-she's been chosen with the burden to kill everyone who has contributed to the forthcoming demise of the world. Will she destroy them, or seek to become part of the demise?
