Angel Of The Damned

Angel III | Remedy of Regret

RAVEN'S POV :

The growing pains within my eyelids were trammelling my feeble attempt of drifting them apart to the worse. Racked by the fervid ache that was permeating through the veins, my entire skeletal muscle movements were crippled. Although the physical suffering was foreign and fatal, it somehow infested draconian strength in me.

Propping my cold elbow on the floor, I tried to acquire a stable posture. My limbs felt extreme fatigue and while I attempted to flex the stiffened muscles, jolts of electrifying convulsions engulfed my whole body like a gigantic sheet with sharp poignant needles.

"AAAAH..!!! OUCH!!"

The side of my jaw cramped a little as I shrieked in pain. The area around my lips felt benumbed and oddly dry. The calcified stiffness pulled my facial skin and threatened to split my mouth even with the slightest attempt of speaking. Not wanting to risk ruining the structure of my fine jawline, I reached for the nearest goblet of water.

The throbbing in my limbs kept inclining with every movement along with the stinging pang in my head but I decided to ignore them all. I poured the cold water on my head and the chillness settled on my crown before slowly descending my frowned forehead, heavy eyelids and finally reached my stiffened mouth. As the stickiness slowly began to retreat from my wrinkling skin, I used the back of my hands to wipe the substance off but instead, the viscosity of the liquid kept weirdly increasing.

"What the-"

As I kept wiping my mouth with one hand, I used my other hand to grope the floor for another goblet of water but the floor felt just as sticky and slimy as my mouth. I immediately brushed my hands on my pants and the shocking sight caught my eyes and attention at an instant. The colour of the liquid that coated my hands were definitely not of water.

That's when I noticed the floor beneath me and yes, it was in the very same colour as well. I touched the viscous liquid and involuntarily inhaled its foreign scent. As much as it smelled stale and stagnant, it strangely felt instigating and imprudent. The enticing scent of it alone felt addictive and unknowingly my mouth began to get watery. Blood... Just when I brought it to my lips, a shot of memory crashed down onto me in a heartbeat, like a blaring thunder.

"RAVEN!!!"

Her agonizing scream replayed in my head as the sound of her sobbing and weepings started to subside in the freezing night air.

"RAVEN!!!"

AGAIN. Again I heard her shriek in torment. The heart wrecking sound of her bedevilled bawl echoed in my eardrums. I covered my ears to eliminate the scorch of guilt her cry evoked in me. I shut my eyes tight, and the first image that appeared was her eyes. Every micro square of her emerald eyes was soaking with tears. Terror was crystal clear in her reddened eyes. I tried to shake that image off but it only enlarged with my pathetic attempt. Staring into her fear-struck orbs, I caught a glimpse of what terrorized her.

I focused on the image that her azure orbs reflected. The image grew closer and closer along with the horror that multiplied in her already swollen eyes. The image glanced down at her with a beastly grin, mocking her inability to fight back. It played with her emotions like a predator watching its prey run and rummage before ripping it in half. As the image of her predator got clearer, I saw its fierce eyes radiating in the exact same colour as her dreadful ones. Elegant azure. Oddly, it resembled mine as well.

"RAVEN!!!!!!"

Breaking out of the trance, I stumbled backwards and my legs stumbled onto something soft and I tripped over, grasping onto the same soft object for friction. It was long and had a number of lean soft ends. One. Two. Three...
Five.
It had five lean soft ends.