"What hath night to do with sleep?"
—Paradise Lost, John Milton
(Sorry if I sound incredibly poetic and stuff! This chapter is so hard to write....)
Fresh, warm blood trickled from my arm. It was a pure, new red, flowing out of my arm like a stream. Every part of my arm stung—for it wasn't a sting made by the sword. More like a sort of electricity.
I wiped the liquid off my face, too. It was transparent, like a crystal.
And also incredibly familiar. I was crying, something I only did at night.
"Um..." Geneva said slowly. "You missed. Mother won't be happy about this, would she?"
"...no." Archer shook his head. "No, he won't, nimrod, let's just..." He furrowed his eyebrows.
She grabbed her railgun and aimed it at me. I couldn't even move. "...finish the job?" she tilted her head, looking at him with fake innocence.
"Let me handle this. Don't forget who's in char—." He winked.
A sudden, shrill noise stung in my ears.
"D-did she scream?" Geneva asked Archer.
The sky flashed, transforming into a pure, dark veil. Holes threatened to tear through it. All the light that shone from Archer's hair faded into pure, void-like black.
And then the sunlight came back.
"Stay back." Archer turned to Geneva and gripped her hand. "She's not a normal mortal, is she?"
Oh. Now they were frightened of me. I suppressed a smirk.
"She...whuuuuuh...." Geneva stumbled back, dragging Archer down with her. He shot a glare at me.
"Calm down." Archer put down his sword again. "It's not from Mother, at least."
So...they were magical delinquents. Or so I thought.
Mother. The word rang through my brain.
How the hell am I gonna explain this to my mom?
All of a sudden, I found the strength to get up. As I did, something tugged against me. I looked over to Archer and Geneva, strangely addicted to seeing them scared.
"She...Asphodel..." Archer looked down at the floor. His sword dropped.
"Let's leave, Archie." stuttered Geneva, her wings flapping frantically. Archer shot another side eye at me.
Like I caused this.
"C'mon, let's go..." Geneva dug her hand into Archer's, and for a second, I could see her tears.
"Um...w-well—"
"Please?"
"Alright then." Archer sighed in defeat, then peered at me.
Geneva swooped from the ground, a gust of wind blowing through my hair.
Archer gripped the collar of my shirt tight once again, my wounds buzzing to be let go. "And don't think you're going to get away with this. I'll make sure you won't."
He wrapped his hands around my neck, growing tighter and tighter like the ropes I once used to commit suicide myself.
I couldn't breathe. It was as if that was all that mattered now.
"...got it." I nodded, trembling with fear.
"Just something to think about. Let's go, idiot."
He suddenly let go, shoving me against a wall, but I couldn't care less. With a burst of energy, his wings shot up like an arrow, and when I turned back to look at him, he was already a dot in the blazing sun.
I blinked, using my hands to feel the wind that was whipped up by the two...whatever they were.
I fell to my knees. They were shattered from trembling too much, and I could practically feel my heart falling out of my chest. I couldn't just...what just happened? Bloodstone...Asphodel...Mother...it was of all-too-familiar words, and I couldn't comprehend a single thing they were talking about.
I looked at my hand. It was still throbbing, pouring with fresh blood, and the smell of dust and siege filled the air.
I checked the watch on my bloodied wrist. It was about 5:30 PM.
I was late to home.
But first...how were they going to think of me, all tattered and bloodied? I had to tell someone about whatever just happened.
Of course...nobody would believe me. Why would they believe a girl who was harmed by some sword-and-railgun-wielding humans with demon wings, who got away by flying away?
Especially when that girl was an idiot?
I sighed. Of course they wouldn't. With whatever strength I had left, I bolted away from the bloody alleyway and left for my own good.
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Spearheart: Children of The Night
Fantasy"Will this nightmare ever end?" thought Della, looking up at the stars. The lights shimmered through the stars, and then it dissolved-she was crying. Waylon wasn't here. Archer wasn't here. Not even her dad was here, which was the only reason she ca...
