Bleeding Angel

Chapter 3

I braced myself, the dagger barely holding against the creature's claw. My muscles screamed in protest as they grew weak from both the pain in my veins and my lack of stamina. However, I can't let go, I can't die here... not without-

Before I could finish that thought, a sharp whistle cut through the air.

"Grahh!", The creature growled before looking up and leaping away from me.

"What!?", Surprised, I back away.

I lay there on the cold ground, panting and wheezing, watching the creature as it snarled at something in the dark.

I took this moment to clutch my side with my unoccupied hand. I could feel the wound sealing on itself like it was stitching itself together. Though it still burns like hell.

But suddenly whatever the creature was looking at decided to approach as I witnessed a humanoid figure enter from the brush. I could them with the lantern they held. The flame was a bright blue one that I'd never thought was a thing till now.

"Grrraaaawww.....", The creature growled as it backed up and faced the human, well, humanoid figure.

I watched as they approached the creature, not fearing it.

They stopped and stared at the creature for a moment.

"..." They didn't say a word.

However, it was not long before the creature snarled and began running towards the person.

Their face, illuminated by the lantern, stayed unchanging as they unsheathed a sword from their side. While the creature leaped toward the humanoid, the person through their lantern up and crashed their sword into it. The glass shattered on the ground, but the person still didn't bother.

What's weirder is that the flame didn't go out. It had remained covering the sword. Swiftly the person took the flaming sword and swung it down at the creature. The creature ends up missing their attack as the person dodges but the person ends up only damaging one of the creature's wings.

"Shit... I gotta help...", I thought to myself as the cuff beeped, "Caution... The subject is under extreme fatigue."

"Yeah... Yeah...", I sighed before sitting up, "Whatever..."

I took a deep breath and ran forward with my dagger, my breathing still heavy and the pain in my side still slowly (VERY SLOWLY) fading.

"Aug-!", I yelled.

Though, the creature quickly turns to me and slashes a claw at me, knocking the wind out of me.

"Aug...!", I gasped.

The person, however, takes this advantage when the isn't looking slashing down one more, cutting the head of the creature clean off. With the flames it cauterizes the wound, only leaving the burned green blood of the creature.

The moment I witnessed the head rolling, I could feel my head getting dizzy and my muscles growing weaker.

"Ah....", I wheeze.

With one last step forward, my knees gave in and I collapsed onto the ground.

"Huff.... H-huh...?", I mumbled.

Though before I know it the world slowly turns to black.

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"Ugh...", I sit up, putting my hand on my head. It feels as if I have a hangover... With that though, I noticed it's not cold anymore. I quickly look around and it is bright with candles around all with that blue flame. I am on a comfortable bed. I look to my side and there is the dagger, that seems to have been cleaned, and that backpack.