Friend Of Shadows

A Mistake

  🌑Alcors POV🌑

For the first time since I became a demon, I felt sorrow. Looking at the way Ford looked at me as someone to be afraid of hurt me more than I anticipated. I knew that I could still feel things, but this is overwhelming.
Then there's Mabel. All that shone in her eyes was fear. The way she hid behind Ford, backed up when I appeared, and refused to talk at all. That is what really shot me down, and forced me to make a quick exit before I did something I haven't done in a long time. Cry.
As soon as I teleported out of Fords room and into my living room, I colapsed onto my knees. Tears started to form around my eyes, then I couldn't hold it back anymore.
What started out as a trickle, turned into a roar. A river of tears flowed down my face and onto my pristine floor. My voice quivered, and it felt as though I couldn't stop. The gloved hands over my eyes couldn't even stop the raging power of my river of sadness.
After what felt like millennium, my emotional rollercoaster came to an end. Tear tracks stained my pale face, marking the path they traveled. My voice still quivered, but it was getting steadier by the second.
When it finally felt like I was back to my demonly self, I removed my hands from my face. Wet spots littered them, so i took them off, revealing some of the tattoo that littered my body. All except my head and neck, that is.
Still slightly saddened, I lifted myself into the air. When high enough, I stretched my numb wings and legs into a standing position.
Just as I was about to go to my happy place, I felt the a tiny throb in the back of my head. Sighing, I made the enchanted door appear in front of me.
As I reached for the door knob I hesitated. I really didn't know if I could take facing Mabel or Ford again.
Pushing the fear into the back of my mind, I slowly opened the door.
Instead of finding a scared Mabel or angry Ford, I was welcomed by a blast of white light coming straight towards me. It was right in front of me and I had no time to react.
I was hit square in the face, causing myself to stumble back by the blindness. On the side of me, I heard footsteps running into my observatory. As the steps grew fainter and fainter, I was still struggling to get the image of the white light out of my burnt retinas.
    As I lie on the floor, rubbing vigourisly on my eyes, I thought about what could have caused this. I know that Mabel and Ford didn't have any weapons on them, since that would be a danger to myself.
    When I could just barely see out of the coat of whiteness, I realized something. Mentally, I facepalmed myself.
    To make Ford more comfortable in his room, I made a tool box with many various objects inside of it, I just never thought of what he might actually do with them.
    In hindsight, maybe it wasn't such a good idea to give one of the most intelligent man in the world a tool box full of possible deadly weapons.
Finally, after what felt like a thousand years, I could see clearly again. Blinking furiously still, I slowly got back on my feet. I was a little wobbly, but I managed to stumble to the place where I last heard the two feet running off to.
Grasping the wall, I looked into the place where Ford and Mabel ran to. It was my private study, and I could feel them stumbling around, lost and confused in the maze of knowledge.

 
I know, EXTREMELY short chapter. I've just been really busy with things. But I am working on something, and it's going to be a suprise. I won't publish it until I'm done with it either, so you'll just have to wait. Also, updates might come slower from now on, but I'll try my hardest to not be one of those authors that only update once every two months. That's it, and hope you all have a good night/day/week. ~BluePinetree