Dark throne- Assassin

Taken pt2

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Walking in and out of consciousness dreams float into space even as I reach with all my might it fades descending into the fire.the blazing fire spits peach orange, as the flirting with the innocent red does the same.

The peak mountains topple with snow, fogs thicken the humidity greenery it's contagious in this rain forest - fascinating . Dragonflies fly in a diamond shape diverting to a safer environment . Meanwhile birds do the same, screeching in defence from the demonic foe. water trickles on my face noticing only suddenly that I had tears in my eyes. My frail body becomes stiff with realization that I am alone not in the sense of living or people not living in this world, but in the sense of as if I am in a cage sealed closed away from society even from myself; as though people want to rip my heart like an animal hunted down by a pack of wolves baring their teeth eager for the taste of my sorrow.

An intoxicating aroma settles under my nose it travelles though, the smell of caramel. No. It was wild daisies with a hint of lemon ... Mmm. But this did not catch my interest as much ,the amber and red flame blazing fire reflected my rage and sorrow. The wind was strong pushing as much to move the fire even amongst the midnight sky it shone brightly, confidently in colour.

Chestnut eyes acknowledge my awakening these eyes trails my body noticing my clothes are rags and weakly hanging from my skin with sweat reeking on my mattered hair. My pride and joy nike shoes have my toes peeking out staying curiously reflecting the same emotions. The silence crawls slowly downs me, I would scream if I weren't screaming for the lingering taste of water . But even with the innocence on my face he looks at me with disgust. Scrunching my face for is ignorance realising how people can be judgmental. Even with that statement I would, wouldn't you? as if I bought myself into the situation to depend on him. I feel a touch of roughness against my skin this stranger takes away my comfort my protection. Inside I boil with rage with fury, holding tightly on sanity I clench my blistered hands. Then suddenly he kicks my back sending piercing pain up my spine. Just as a bongire burst energetically axross the midnight sky .Waters one again trickles from my face but I hide my face with my rags. I spit towards his ashy feet in response. He laughs uncontrollably his features tilted damping into the fruitful soil beneath me. His grubby hand starts to waver in the air twirling across the luminous flies. Responding in the the movement they follow willingly on his hand. Until...

Smack
His hand is slender but cold against my puffy skin.
He crushes all of the prosperity in the air like an arrow though the heart- quick and painful.

By now his face shows nothing of what cards he has in place for our little game. But his eyes beg to differ his ploy.