Epics of Noche 5, Reflection

EON CH 18

DEFILED BAXY.

1777, APRIL 06th, WEDNESDAY 9:55 pm.

Child Noche walked through the room with the caution of a seasoned warrior. Her eyes darted from place to place as they scanned everything in sight. There was the shattering of something ceramic in another room. She ran that way and found a broken vase. In the cracks were pulsating organic flesh.

"Well that's disturbing," she muttered.

She turned and found a large mirror leaning against the wall. Noche froze and stared at her reflection. Her gaze lingered on how unblemished her skin was – not a scar to be seen. She looked just like a little child, innocent, and unharmed.

"Is this me? Was this what I really looked like at one point?" She whispered.

Her fingers raised to the reflective surface and traced down it. Without being conscious of it tears welled up in her eyes and one streamed down her face.

"When did I get so broken?"

Both eyes widened when she noticed the tears. She wiped them away before anyone could see her. Not that anyone could in this place, but old habits die hard. However, when she had finished a chill had filled the air. Her body tensed the moment rotting flesh filled the air.

"Creeps," she swore.

Noche clenched her fists as she scanned about. She couldn't find the monster.

"Where are you, you sonova—"

Creeps loomed over her and Noche was dunked into a bath of ice water. As much as she wanted to fight this thing, she couldn't. It would've been a pointless endeavor. Noche ran.

The monster gave chase as her tiny legs carried her from room to room. Up ahead was Baxy, the little stuffed toy had managed to open a door. He head inside and Noche was close behind. Creeps swiped at her and the blonde leapt – she crashed past the door and landed in the room.

Her adult body crashed on the floor. She tried to use her left arm to help get up, but it was gone once again. Noche used the other arm to stand up, but halfway her gaze lingered on her missing index finger and all the scars that trailed up her skin. For a moment, she allowed herself to feel grief for how damaged she was.

Then she shook it off and forced herself to toughen up. She couldn't allow herself to be weak, she could never be weak. It was dumb to feel these feelings. Noche let out a scoff and took in her new surroundings.

Her single eye widened at the sight before her – Edward was injured. Extremely so. Noche stood in the middle of a battlefield and Edward was surrounded by DeathTech soldiers, but he was on death's door.

"Retreat!" Medusa yelled. "Cross, retreat!"

Noche turned around to see Medusa and a handful of Cross soldiers retreating. She stared at them – only a few remained, not enough to fight the DeathTech soldiers, but still. Edward was right there. They could end this all. She could end this – get her revenge.

"Noche! What are you doing! We need to retreat!" Medusa yelled.

The blonde stared at the president and turned back to Edward. He was getting away, she could still get him if she—

"Noche, your orders are to retreat!"

The blonde hesitated.

Creeps appeared and its hand stabbed Noche in the gut. A spew of blood left her lips as her pain blossomed across her chest. Her body went cold as she stared at the monster.