Deadly Nightmares (The Last Guardian, Book One)

SEVEN

Warning: A lot of death, pretty gory, death in a lot of ways, suicide scene, I think that's it, do tell if I missed anything. 

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THE THING TAMARA DID first was look down, making sure that she was clothed. At seeing her clothes intact, she narrowed her eyes at the door.

"What the fuck is this, now?" she murmured. With a sigh, she wrapped her hand around the knob, getting a feeling of déjà vu. She closed her eyes, steeling herself, as she turned it and entered it. She opened her eyes to a familiar gray wall. She'd been here eight hundred years ago, to receive the powers from the Power Ruby. She remembered the pinkish-red beauty that lay on a thick white pole. She turned her head right, to see the ruby, but the color was different. The light pink and red shades were gone.

It was almost black. And the way it was slowly spinning in the air didn't help with the ominous vibes. The wall opened up suddenly. I looked at the person, a man, probably here to check what was wrong. 

In the middle of day? No way. 

The ruby only spun faster and the man tilted his head at it as he walked into the water.

The Ruby started to make whirring noises. And the man started choking. He held his throat, trying to get out of the water, but it was like the water was holding his ankles, and had his feet glued to the floor. Soon, he fell into the water, dead.

Goddamn it. What the actual fuck?

Then the scene changed, and she was in front of a big burning palace. There was screaming heard before the doors opened and a girl came out. She looked like she was sixteen years old and she was taking a guy out, his arm around her shoulder, his head was a little bloody, but the deathly wound was the slit on his neck. The scene made Tamara hiss through her teeth with a grimace.

There were a few adults already lying on the ground looking pretty unharmed, but the girl laid him down on the floor, making sure his head didn't hit the floor, cradling it in her hand.

The girl was wearing a caraco, the kind that was worn in old times. The one thing that was evident as she pressed her hands to his throat, was that she was desperate. This boy was important to her, or had been.

She was desperate and that made her healing powers work. Every witch had at least a little amount of healing power. And it worked, as the wound stitched up, the skin looking as if it had never been cut. His head was healed too, only stains of blood marking his face and shirt.

The boy seemed to only be unconscious as she removed her hands, now bloody.

"Hear me, people of Dawncliff," a voice boomed, hurting Tamara's head. "Hear me, and fear me. For your slanders have forced heaven and hell to use me to punish you. Cassandra Cromwell shall be the last woman to burn because of your desires."

The girl's voice cracked, as she stood up, went around the boy, and started walking down the street, leading into the town square. As she strolled on, the houses on either side of her was getting destroyed, the people inside started there was screaming heard from inside and the noises ended with a horrifying splattering noise.

"I, Carissa Cromwell, am causing this carnage to make you understand what you are."

She stopped in the town square, looking at the pole that stood in the center of it. As she stared at it, it seemed to splinter from it, wood pieces flying all around.

"MURDERERS. THAT'S WHAT YOU ARE. UNAPOLOGETIC, SHAMELESS MURDERERS."

"Good lord," Tamara murmured, feeling the pure rage in the girl's voice as it turned menacing. But there was also a note of sadness in it. She didn't seem to flinch, as some splinters seemed to hit her.