Fallen (A blue exorcist fanfiction)

Bad dreams

I was somewhere I had never been before. The walls were painted a dark red color, that gave me the chills. The red almost seemed to shimmer in the light, like it was still wet, and I noticed pools of it on the floor. I walked over and touched it lightly, and it turns out I was right. I brought my hand up to my nose, and it smelled metallic, like... I nearly gaged as I realized, it was blood, and lots of it. I backed away slowly, and attempted to wipe the blood onto the carpeted floor.

A old styled dresser with a cracked mirror stood on the opposite side of the room, so I walked over to it hesitantly. I placed my hand on the reflection of my face, as if to be sure what I saw wasn't a trick. My skin was almost a ghostly white, my once bright green eyes were faded, so dull they were nearly gray, my forest green hair was so disheveled, you'd have thought I hadn't brushed it months. Maybe I hadn't, I couldn't seem to remember anything. My horns were there as well, but they looked different, sharper maybe. I shot the mirror with a blast of fire, disgusted at my appearance, and it shattered completely, littering the dresser with shards of glass.

I looked down at the atrocious thing I was wearing, I absolutely hated dresses. It was completely black, and fell down to my ankle, the opaque fabric stopped right above my breasts to be replaced with black floral lace that went down to my wrists with a turtle neck collar. I didn't see anything else to wear in the room however, so I reluctantly left it be.

The door to the room was painted in the awful way as the walls, so I really didn't want to touch it, but it appeared to be the only exit. I pushed it open, and after a seconds thought, wiped my hand on the dress. The hallway was thankfully painted with actual black paint, and a row of lit candles burned dimly on the walls. I cautiously walked down the hall and entered a large ballroom.

I nearly gaged again at what I saw. Blood splattered the previously white walls and tile, and the air almost tasted like iron the smell was so strong. Bodies were scattered about carelessly, many of which I recognized as classmates from the cram school, and angels I had briefly met in heaven, the others were too maimed to possibly tell who they were. A few still struggled helplessly, while others sobbed quietly, but most of them lay still, and I doubted they would ever move again. Then I noticed something that made my heart drop into my stomach, the person was faced away from me, but I would recognize that yellow tipped red hair anywhere. I ran to Shura's side, tears finally falling down my face, and kneeled in front of her. She lay in a pool of he own blood, her left arm almost completely gone, and a stab wound on her stomach. She eyes opened slowly, and lifted her other arm to brush against my face. She spoke weakly, "I want you to know Amare, even after all you've done, I will always love you." Her hand dropped, and her eyes stared emptily at nothing. I didn't have to ask what I'd done, that question was immediately answered when I heard heavy laughter. I turned around to see a version of myself, with shadows swirling around them. "Like what you see Amare? Everyone tried to keep you from Gehenna, but who would've guessed that's where we were really supposed to be?"
"SHUT UP! You... This isn't me."
The creepier version of me stepped closer to me, and wrapped an arm arm around my shoulder, "isn't it darling? I was you,  and it's only a matter of time before you become me."

I wake up with a scream, and the bed is drenched in sweat. Shura immediately jumps away, takes one look at me and hugs me tightly. My hand brushes away tears I didn't know were there, and I notice my classmates looking at me pityingly. 'It was a dream' I remind myself firmly, 'none of that will ever happen.'

Rin walks over to me and grabs my hand, "you okay Amare?" I nod slowly and he gives me a small smile. Yukio stands from the seat he was sleeping on and readjusts his glasses, "alright class, we'll see Amare at cram school this evening, so let's leave her in peace for now." He walks out of the room, and everyone else follows except Shura who is still sitting next to me in the small bed.

I slide out of the bed, and Shura hands me some clothes, "let's start the day off right shall we? I'm taking you out for milkshakes." I laughed and pulled the shirt over my head, "sounds good Shura."