Fade Into Black - Shadows of the Night 5

Chapter 6

Hi!

Writing this one was a little tricky. What exactly is Anna going through in this chapter? Can you understand why she says what she says and how she reacts? What would you do?

PS: Nominating for the Fiction Awards 2016 is officially open, so in case you have a story you really like (not necessarily one of mine), you can nominate it! There are so many good stories and authors here on wattpad, I think they deserve a larger audience. You can make it happen!

https://www.wattpad.com/276950961-the-fiction-awards-2016-nominations-open

Lara

____________________________________________________

Chapter 6

Colors danced behind my eyes, until the world fell into a haze of dark mist. Black fissures of power within arm's reach. Mine.

Magic slammed into me, endless and vast like a tidal wave coming in and crushing over my head. I took it, absorbed it, glutted myself on it because it felt good. No consequences. No pain.

Fingers digging into my arm. Pain.

"The soul can't be destroyed. Your sanity can't be destroyed. As long as you keep boundaries." The disembodied voice pulled me back, made me stop. "Take the power, don't let it take you. Never let it take you. It's yours. Shape it to your own will."

Yes. Mine. I closed my hands around it, began molding it into what I wanted.

"Yes, like that. I want them distracted. See that narrow street between the two buildings? I wanted them cornered into it. Now."

Darkness spread its wings in my head, and I imagined those wings opening up in the air, flapping and tearing down space. I stared at the vast sky above, opened my palms where the fissures nestled and writhed. The air hissed and crackled, power leaping from patches of disturbed particles to the next.

Bolts of electric power shot down, split pavement and concrete in a semi-circle, cutting off half of the witches from the rogues. The building to the left of the alley shook, the sound of stone cracking like distant thunder.

And there was more power to take. I could let myself sink deeper into that place inside of me. Not only was there power, there was no motion inside. No pain.

"Enough," he said from behind. "Stop."

I was plunging into dark waters, sinking. I could taste the power, liquid gold on my tongue. Powerful. It felt so right. No if, no when. No pain.

"Anna, stop!"

Hands grabbed my palms, closed them into fists. I could feel his invasion as he took a hold of the power-flow, influenced and shaped it, took over. Made it into his own.

It was like a weight being lifted from my shoulders. I blinked.

Again.

Medici had pulled me back from the brink of losing control. Again.

I turned my back on the rogue witches standing behind, ran my fingers through my hair. They were shaking. Maybe no one noticed. Yeah. And maybe the Raven didn't realize why I was holding back.

I remembered every incident, every single moment in which I used elements that were not mine to call. I remembered what I felt afterwards. I wasn't myself in those moments afterwards either. Too drunk on power. Too... Just something else. As if there wasn't enough space for both the power and me. I hadn't come out myself, hadn't stopped myself. I didn't control it, the power controlled me.