[Authors Message...]
So this is a new book of mine...
I really want your honest opinion on it, and if I should keep it going.
It is slightly complicated but you should get it...
If you don't just tell me in the comments and I should be able to explain it to you :D
She was dying from stress.
It is my time to help her, help her to get out of this misery quickly and easily.
I turn my bow within my cold lifeless hands, and grasp the riser hard as I take short shallow breaths. I stare intensely at my fingers, watching my crystal blue blood flow like a river beneath my pale white skin. My finger nails were ebony, sharp and pointed at the tip, and no matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t reach out and touch anyone apart from my cold self.
I admired humans, the way they could interact with one another and convey such powerful emotions. From my short life, I have witnessed Love and Hate shoot their arrows into these petty human hearts and watched the humans reactions to them. Hate’s (or to me known as Odio) arrows have lead to many deaths which I needed to attend to, yet, I feel no emotion when killing. It was what I was born to do. I help people die, or to take the life’s of people who need to go, or who are no longer needed in the human world.
I don’t know what I look like, what my name is, or who created me; I only know what I must do.
My hands were tightening on the cold metal of the riser as I could count each pulse my heart gave out, and I could feel the blood trickling along my thin veins.
I am crouching on a tall building of what the humans liked to call: “New York.” The name did not make any sense to me, nothing made sense. My eyes had focused in on a female species that was pacing back and forth in a small secluded office space shouting at another human. Her hand made contact with the male’s face and he stumbles backwards from the force. I can see a ridged black arrow stuck out from her back and was slowly starting to seep lower down into her heart. The more it went in, the more hate she portrayed. This was Odio’s doing.
I take a glass arrow from the quiver hung carefully across my back and load it on to the eager bow; my fingers are starting to shake as I am dying to release it. I stand from my small position and straighten my nimble legs, my stumped feet curling on the edge of the building. I draw my arm back and aim my bow directly into her heart. She is in the building opposite me, near the bottom, but I can still get my arrow lodged in her heart from here.
My breaths have become deeper as I was taking more oxygen into my body. My arrow is directly pointed to the pacing womans heart and th-
“I’m sorry.”
I release the arrow and watch it fly through the night air and towards the blonde haired woman. This is all invisible, I am of course invisible. No-one can see me, only my people can see one another.
I fall onto my knees as I watch the arrow collide with her heart.
I did it.
The arrow becomes lodged and I watch her place her hand to her heart and gasp. She cries out in pain and falls to the floor, and is finding it difficult to breathe.
The main she slapped is now up and pacing.
“SOMEONE CALL 991, SHE IS HAVING A HEART ATTACK!”
I laughed, my job was complete.
I am the being that makes your heart attack possible.
When people have a heart attack they feel a sharp pain in their heart right? That’s me shooting them directly in the heart with one of my glass arrows. I cause people to have heart attacks.
I suppose you can say, I am Death – Mortem.
