That's when I feel it:
a weight on my hip,
a coldness on my bones.
It presses, it claws, it digs.
And when my skin brushes metal,
I know what it is.
Shadows up ahead,
noise in torchlight.
The darkness swirls to block
such things from sight.
Danger, danger. Tonight
we are haunted.
The spectral figures
dance in the dark.
There's fear on fear, then instinct –
hand at hip, fingers closing on cold,
and then –
Light. "Lilith,
What are you do–"
"Ghosts." My lips speak, dry, cold.
The torch light moves and bounces
off the faces of our nightmares.
"Scare or be scared," I whisper.
Lowering light, rising dark,
rising arm in the dark, the light
casting shadows so bright.
Metal cold and knuckles white.
There's no time for fear this night,
and breathing slow – a trained eye –
"Lilith! They're peop–"
– on the dead.
BANG.
YOU ARE READING
Titans
Science Fiction"What was it like to witness the creation of the universe?" "Terrifying." When Atara, Merc, Cal and Lilith wake to darkness, they're each more than a little afraid. With no memory of who they were before, and with the universe bursting violently to...
