The Legend of the Savior

Chapter 17: Freefall

Freefall

I can see green before me surrounding my vision. I feel the wind blowing through my hair and slashing at my face. I could pretend that what happened back there had never happened. I hear slight calls of my name; everyone telling me to come back, but I know if I look into his eyes I would lose all my control and run for his arms.

I block myself to the voices. I then tuck my arms in and I focus on the feeling of weightlessness. Wanting to fly away; away from what I am. I can sense that I am now flying and I spread my arms aiming for the canopy where I can be alone to think.

It is a few long moments before I can land somewhere far enough from the camp. I look up and see green surrounding me; no civilization in sight. Perfect because I just want to be alone.

It was a rough landing and as I land I can feel pain spreading around my ankle. I look and see that I have sprained it. I clench my teeth against the pain and keep going looking for a place to rest.

I walk along the branches that are as wide as a road, and then I look up and see the sky growing dimmer. I find a small trunk to lie against and close my eyes waiting for the peace of sleep.

...

I wake to a bright light shining in my face. I slowly open my eyes not alarming whoever is near me, and I see a body crouched a little ways away from me tending a fire. I open my eyes wide enough to take in the slender, lean body. I shift my gaze to their face and see blond hair framing the cold handsome face. He turns and I am staring at the demon straight on. He smiles a cold smile and walks forward. I can’t escape and watch him slowly close the distance between us.

I raise my hand my only protection and summon a weak flame. He puts it out and approaches me. He runs his ice cold hand down my face to the hollow in my neck and stopping at the necklace.

While lifting it gingerly he admires the diamonds and shape. He lays it down on my chest and stares me in the eyes waiting to see my reaction. Staring at me with those cold eyes, and the demon slithering along his skin; from his cheek along his forehead and disappearing behind his hairline. I stare in fear and can do nothing but spit in his face. He laughs and wipes it away while saying, “I should have expected that. The almighty Savior is defenseless, injured and weak. The only thing that she can do is spit in my face. Pathetic!”

His voice has a sharpness in it; a harsh edge that cuts through my defense like steel. I break down and stare at what he has become. He is a cold, ruthless, killer. Taken over by the cold dark being inside. He gathers water from the dew around us and it gloves his hands. Forming a second skin. He lowers himself towards my legs and rubs his hands along my ankle healing the sprain.

I stare at him waiting for him to do something demonic like launch himself at me and try to rip my throat out with his bare hands. Rip my leg from my body and throw it over the tree, but no he is just sitting there while he massages my ankle. Staring at me with those big, dark, black eyes.

I stare into his and see him flinch showing some part of him has survived. I remember what my father said, “The demon can only be transferred willingly. It can not be destroyed” I look down at my chest and see the necklace hanging gingerly around my neck. The necklace that is preventing me from staying good or turning absolutely evil.

A 50/50 chance. One or the other. Good or evil.

I stare at George still sitting next to me. His forehead wrinkled in the way it does when he is thinking. I stare into his eyes and see a slight spark of blue. A tiny smirk revealing the dimple in his right cheek. I blink and they are gone.