Watch As We Burn

Chapter 5

I stared across the containment room. The box had shattered, along with the bottle, a few minutes ago. The black blood dividing, molecules multiplying as it spread.

It covered the fiber glass as it crawled upward. It wasn't coming towards me, but instead it was slowly making its way to the dead Taken Thrall in the corner.Explanations sprinted through my mind, and I stood, shoving myself closer into the untouched corner.

What if it was going to consume the Thrall? Would it come for me next? Or does it only feast upon deceased life forms?

I had been in the glass for a day. No food, no water. Nothing. Nate hadn't woken up yet, which worried me. He was still breathing, chest rising and falling. Zavala must have knocked him hard.

Zavala. That fucking bastard. I hate him. Every time his name came through in my thoughts my anger came back, I wanted to kill him.

I need to kill him. I seethed in my brain. A day in this room, I had sat. The only thing I had to look at was the medical tables, operating tables, and sharp tools on metal tables. I know that this is where Eris suffered for months, where she disappeared to. I had heard stories about what they did to her.

I wasn't about to spend months in some hell house just because those pricks thought I was Oryx's informant. I was still me. I may look different, but I am me.

I'm a Guardian. I'm Kyrine.

I hadn't felt sad since they left me in this room. Only anger.

My stomach was rumbling, which only added onto my anger. I still watched as the black moving blood made its way to the dead Thrall. My body tensed as it crawled up, diving into the cracks and dents of the Thralls decaying body. It almost melted into him.

Now, fear coursed through me. Why would it waste itself on a dead being? My mind already knew the answer. I didn't want to acknowledge it. I only watched as the rest of the blood poured itself into the Thrall. Filling its pores of taint.

When its body twitched, my stomach lurched. It's armed twitched, and I watched as its head that I had smashed with my boot, snap and crack as bones came together, and the blood drenched the brain and restored it. It was reviving it.

It was turning it fully Taken. A full servant for Oryx. My whole body went cold. I didn't have any weapons on me. And the only thing in my hand was my balled up tank top. I wouldn't be able to defend myself.

I would be killed. Ripped open by a minion of Darkness. Fear and anger hammered down my body, and I felt weighted down.

I took a deep breath, trying to calm down. I was spiraling out of control quickly. I pressed my hands to the glass behind me.

I'm afraid of the Taken, afraid of the Dark. My breaths were shaky as I watched the Thrall quiver more. Bones cracked, and black blood seeped from open pores onto the once-pristine floor. I jumped when its leg started banging on the floor, shaking uncontrollably.

I closed my eyes, trying to breathe evenly. I ran my hands through my hair, grabbing it in fistfuls. I heard scratching, and a guttural growl.

My stomach tightened and I felt bile rise when I looked up. The Thrall had become reanimated, staggering upwards, it's hand that had become disconnected form his joint dangled by black bloody tendons.

Bile rose and fell in my throat. I've seen worse, I tell myself. It has been so much worse.

I screwed my eyes shut again, and clamped my mouth down. I breathed through my nose, and as soon as I did I realized while I had involuntarily breathed through my mouth, the smell of the Thrall was horrible.