'Moon Shapes'

Chapter 14: The arrow head to the back (Dannity)

An intolerable wind whirled savagely around us.

Easily taking the breath from my lungs; sinking to the ground to infer some control of it. Looking to Ben, who seemed not to even budge; though, the look he grazed out into the empty night was anything but a pleasant one. He viewed the wind as if it were a known individual that was spreading an irritable scent that wasn't particularly welcomed; equally showing no care for it as well.

I couldn't bear to keep my head extended towards him any longer.

My neck felt as if had gained at least forty pounds.

The surroundings were fading from the lightest grey to scrolling veins inching slowly to depths of black to rims of plums. My head fell towards my chest, gripping what little gasp of consciousness I could.

As I began to lay flatter, faltering to the sleep that beckoned, my air supply suddenly became abundant. I choked in all I could, glancing up to meet Ben, but he was nowhere to be seen. He was gone.

Strange as it was, I'm happy that I'm alone, and not caught up in another lick-at-my-veins moment. At least, I think that is what he must be – something (who can't help themselves from feeding on anyone). I queasily listened back to that past sentence – blugh, '... do not show sympathy for any who would cause you any kind of harm; they surely wouldn't return the same consideration. You'd be damn lucky enough to even be recognizable once they've had their piece of ya.'

I flapped my lips around as like a kid throwing a no cares attitude to a scolding.

Why the hell me? I pondered aimlessly, scampering to my feet - in not a hurriedly fashion.

This kind of stuff isn't supposed to come so easily to someone of my less than stellar bravery talents. I'm that normality standing on the sides of any event advancing towards a battle. This is more a Nikki thing, than it is for me!

Speaking of strange. The tiniest of a sparkle captured my eye, as like a small diamond pleading to be plucked amongst all the rugged pieces of coal, it laid there in the ivory.

This forged weapon; this inch in diameter triangle, pointed weapon that I had seen on many occasions.

My heart began to ache as I picked the forged arrowhead up; placing it in my palm.

I squeezed, hoping that if I clasped long enough, it may disappear – like it was never there to begin with.

Yet, as I reopened my palm, there it still laid, glistening within the moonlights eye, with a touch of red, drying upon it.

Wait! That's not my blood! Picking the piece within my left index, and thumb fingers, I examined my right hand once, then twice glancing over the questionable hand. Nothing there to indicate that I was the one bleeding. It must have hit – it had to have done something – to have this bit of blood showing.

But, even during all the questions. One sharp thought reared its ugly head; reaching out and beating me indefensibly across the face; along with the stabbing pain littering within my chest. How could she do this? How could she use me, as if I were a sika deer, anticipating my culmination in the sights of the great panthera that stood before me?

Realizing, devastatingly how I am that disposable fueled my anger even more, as I found myself paving way to home – to her, to the inevitable first fight we will in surely have; to the possibility of losing my best friend, along with my endless, hard-earned trust I had placed upon her.

The flight of stairs was easier this time around; I barely realized I had even run up them. I was fuming at the brain; I wanted to cry as I approached the wooden door, which to a few minutes ago, was the closest to a 'home' as I had ever gotten to have.

Now, seemingly being shattered into jagged pieces – there is no putting this colossal puzzle back together again. Once trust has been invaded upon, nothing surely brings it back to full capacity ever again.

My back embraced the door, as I it securedbehind me. Scared to make even the slightest break from the silence thatfollowed. I was ready for an all-out battle of epic proportions; guns blazing,I will come out as the victor, or I shall not come out at all.