Significant Other

∞Escaping Reality (IV)∞

(A.N/ Hey there!! Sorry for the almost a year gap, I legit had no time to write anything, but now I have! Yay.
Also, I've introduced a new character, Samantha. I added her in the previous chapter, she appears there first. Jus giving a heads up in case you guys wonder 'who the hell is she'.
And, in the media is Zhenya herself, and without further ado, here's the chapter.)

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"You were the moon.
All this time. And he was always there for you, to make you shine."

"Was he the sun?"

"No, honey, he was the darkness."

- (Kazekirion)

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I could feel the ground shake as the cold surface underneath me rattled me awake. I opened my eyes and sensed the chaos that bled with the metallic air.

I stared into the cold, barren, and lonely darkness.

I rubbed my eyes with urgency and felt something sticky between my fingers. I couldn't see it and didn't need to, to know what it was. Caligo.

It wasn't very widely known in the werewolf society, but it was used to blind lycans who went out of control. Its' mention in the reign of Lycans' is very rare, maybe a word or two, but it had caught my eyes ever since I had read about it at the age of thirteen.

It was more of a torture device sort of a thing, used on prisoners. Until almost two decades, its presence wasn't known to anyone since whomever it was used on, was likely to die. It's serum was injected into the victim's eyes, acting like a cover slip, preventing any light to penetrate the pupil.

Father had once told me what it would feel like, to be under its control, to not able to see anything. He had told me about the helplessness that one would feel before being tortured and torn apart while being told that your sight was lost forever and of course they would believe that.

But I wasn't having any of that bullshit.

I vigorously rubbed my eyes, trying to get all of it out and a minute after blinking rapidly, I got my vision back.

I blinked a few times trying to adjust my eyes to the dimness around me.

I brought my hands up to see my fingertips coated with thick black liquid. There was a traumatizing silence, until a scream shook the earth sending chills to my back.

A voice I knew well enough from past 3 years.

I pushed myself up in a hurry and almost slip back down after realizing that I was on something wet. A puddle of blood.

My fingers automatically reach for my shirt and pull the wet material down to check the spot that had put me down. My chest was soaked with blood but there was not a single scratch, no broken skin, like nothing happened. Like it hadn't just oozed out pints of blood and hurt like a bitch.