City Of The Angel

Chapter 4 - Revelations

I've counted 57 hours since I was re-burried, my body was really torn up from what happened earlier, but my face is in the process of regenerating. The thing that takes more time to regenerate are be my eyes, I won't be able to see for quite a while now. But on the bright side of things, I enjoy this silence. After a few moments later I hear footsteps approaching my grave, then I start to hear what appears to be someone digging. Are they here for me again? They must have figured I won't die so easily and came back to finish me off, but that's strange, I only heard one person...it can't be them.

I hear the shovel finally hit the top of my coffin as I'm still wondering who could it be, the coffin door opened and I could feel the wind again. This person doesn't seem to hate me as much as the other ones, he had the decency to carry my head separately in his hand so i could feel the breeze ans he carried the rest of my body parts in a bag. A few hours passed and my eyes had not yet regenerated and my body won't regenerate if it's separated from my head, I couldn't do anything to get away but at the same time I didn't felt any danger.

Its cold in here, where am I now?...

Ah finally, my throat healed, now I can speak. "Where am I?" I asked the person who had carried me....No response.... Not a talker huh? I can live with that. I was placed in a flat surface, maybe the floor or a table, and my body parts we're placed next to each other and began to heal. Hours have passed but I haven't heard a single word from the person who got me here, I'm beginning to regain my sight, but I could only see blury images of what looked like a hooded figure sitting on the sofa. I have not recovered completely, I can barely move.

The hooded figure stands next to me and begins to stich my limbs together so they would heal faster I suppose, it must want something from me otherwise it wouldn't have bothered saving me.

Five days have passed since I was brought back here, my eyes fully healed on the third day, turns out I was brought back to the abandoned building I call a home. It has been catering and watching over me as I recover in the passed few day. But this person covers the windows, not letting light pass through, and covers his face. I still can't see what he looks like, why so secretive? I've had enough of this...

The anonymous person stands next to me again, this time it grabs my hand and slowly places it on it's cheek. Whatever this thing is, it's skin is very soft and cold....

I slowly slide my hand down it's face and gently glide its neck before I grabbed its neck, strangling it with the little strength I had. As I grabbed its throat I pull it closer to me so I could get a better view. The hood of the robe fell, revealing the identity of it....or should i say, her...

A young female barely out of her teens i'd say, she had skin as white as snow and pitch black hair that would disappear in the lightest shadows... But what really caught my attention was those red eyes she had.

We both stay silent, with our faces inches appart from eachother...

I loosen my grip on her neck.