The Shavers

Chapter 17 : The Barricade

⚠️*Contains mature content - TW: strong & bloody violence\disturbing scenes & grief (death of a loved one) *⚠️

Sence

Ryia, Esme and I placed the last few spare chairs tusked under the round table against the door to protect ourselves from any Shavers who could break in.

"I hope it will hold them off for awhile or two" Ryia shrugged her shoulders expressing her clear enthusiasm for the plan. Esme nodded stood back admiring her and i's handy work. "I hope so too" she agreed. "but at least we're safe and not in any danger" I injected in a soft tone keeping my eyes forced on the barricaded door.

"Do you think Felix and others are ok?" Ryia asked worryingly pacing through the great hill. "I hope one of them didn't get hurt or something" Ryia's hands found their way through her hair and she sank to the ground screaming.

This.

Meant.

She.

Was.

Having.

A.

Vision.

Esme stood in awe clearly taken aback by everything that was happening before her eyes. "It's alright dear" I reassured the auburn haired girl. "She'll be fine" Ryia sprung in circles fluttering her eyelids and fall onto the ground hard.

Whatever Ryia saw in her vision did indeed traumatised. Esme and i helped her up as she was unable to walk because of how weak she became.

I wiped Ryia's sudden frantic bloody nose from her nostrils using one of my favourite handkerchief. "Sweetheart" I prompted clubbing her cheeks. "What did you see?"

Ryia's lips trembled wiping her eyes and nose, sighing heavily. "Kathrine" she mumbled chocking back tears, quickly covering her hand over her mouth staring down at her toes.

"Kathrine and Doctor Aswin are dead" The corners of Ryia's mouth drew down as more and more tears stained her cheeks. She couldn't find the words to speak anymore threw her arms around me and blubbered resting her head upon my shoulder.

Esme gave a sympathetic stare as a sight of respect and i nodded. "What about the others?" She queried as if her heart stuttered prettified. "And Felix? are they still alive?"

"Yes" Ryia whimpered. "They've made it in one piece" The door bursted open and the chairs against us them flew across the floor.

A jolted motion swayed all of us in fear as a  menacing shaver appeared slowly lurking into the great hill gritting its sharp teeth.

Esme pulled up a chair and swung it above the creature's head. But it grew frustrated growling at the auburn haired girl who stood fearless in its presence

Like a true and noble protecter.

I ran to a statute of a knight in sliver armour and pulled out its sword from under the shield. "Esme, catch!" I yelled out throwing the sword in her direction. She caught the sword in her hand and stabbed in the shaver in the heart with it then she removed its head.

Two more shavers approached the great hill with high speech. Ryia used her telekinesis to aim draggers out of a glass cabinet towards the creatures to kill them and she drew one sword for me from one of the other knight statutes and another for herself.

Other shavers broke into the great hill from the windows shattering the glass against the floor. Ryia, Esme and I gathered in the middle of the room now surrounded by numerous of shavers. "We're fucked!" Ryia panicked scanning around her surroundings witnessing the horror taking place in front of her very delicate eyes.

"She's right" Esme spoke attempting, defeat. "There's no way we're gone for" An idea quickly popped into my head. As stupid as was it. It was definitely realistic. "Girls listen to me" I commended lowered my voice. "Make a run for the front door and I'll stay here and fight them off to give both of you more time to escape"

Ryia frantically nodded. "No mother!" She huffed as her eyelids become watery . "I won't leave you" my lips trembled choking back my tears. "The kingdom in is your hands now Ryia,  and I know you will do whatever is right as queen of Rottingdean"

A tear rolled down my cheek before I quickly wiped it away.

Now.

Finally.

Accepting

My.

Fate.

"Take care of her, Esme" I melodically looked towards my daughter rubbing her eyes and crying as her body was starting to become emotional wracked.  "And yourself" my voice cracked through my sobbing "and the whole of Rottingdean"

Esme whispered in a hushed tone. "Be my troth your majesty" she cried breathing deeply as a single tear steamed below her cheek. "I know" I sniffed overwhelmed by my emotions. "I love you very much, Ryia. Don't you ever get forget that"

Ryia gave me a quick lovingly embrace and a gentle kiss against my cheek and forehead. "I love you mother" she whimpered under breath. I pressed my lips on the top of her head, holding my daughter tightly in my arms for the last time.

Before we were going to be separated forever.

"May god spade you both, anon" I declared waving a proud salute. Esme and Ryia's fought their through successfully fighting off the others shavers stood in plain sight their direction. 

I drew my sword towards the shavers stood in front of me and sobbed turning my back as Ryia's cries for me still echoed through the room. A shaver viciously dig it's shape crawl inside of my abdomen and ripped straight through me.

A peering scream escapes my lips as the creature twisted my insides out of my back and took its crawl from underneath me and I held my stomach as it bleed out as my body was weakling from missing my organs.

Blood dripped out of my mouth as the shavers stepped closer and closer. I dropped my sword onto the ground as the creatures slowly began to feed upon my flesh.

I wasn't scared to die for my daughter and my kingdom.

As.

My.

Last.

Duty.

As.

Queen.

Of.

Rottingdean.