Unfeeling

Thirty One | I'll Fucking Scream

Amberley

If I could choose the place I'd die, I would want it to be on a beach. My father had told me stories of the beautiful oceans on the coast and how the gods themselves used to lay on their shores.

I wouldn't want to die there for the water, or the gods but instead... for the sun. Years I had been locked in darkness, I would give anything just to spend my last moments in the sun's rays, surrounded by the light my body desperately craved.

Ironically, I hadn't died on the beach but I had died in the sun. As Clandestine crumbled apart, the world above me split open, revealing the blinding sun of reality.

My body seemed to muster any energy left to form a barrier around my body as debris and stone fell around me. As I faded out of consciousness, so did the shield. Every time I came to, I had more gashes and blood.

I moaned as I turned over. Besides me was Evan. He was unconscious but somehow made it under my sheild, protected from the crumbling Clandestine. I wanted nothing more than to push him out of safety. I hated him. But my body was stone and would crumble like the Institute if I moved.

The wound in my chest no longer hurt, I was numb. I closed my eyes, blocking out the pounding of the debris falling onto my shield, the screams of dead Altrus as they were smashed.

My body seemed to finally give up. My fingers unclenched and I let my eyes stare at Evan for one last time. His blonde hair seemed to catch the rays of light and weave them into their strands. I absorbed the sun for one last blissful moment before I let go.

Just as my shield fell, I caught sight of a large raven. Big black wings and long black hair. So much black, so much darkness.

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"She's going to die!" A voice calls.

I'm not sure if I'm dreaming or finally so insane that the whispers in my mind have finally turned into spoken words.

"You act like I care if the bitch dies?" Another voice calls. Unlike the first one, this one is a brooding males. Yeah, definitely brooding.

I try to open my eyes or wiggle my fingers but everything has started to feel numb and unsolid like I'm made of air and wind.

"You should care, Alex."

I heard a scoff and the rustle of moving feet. The steps sound determined. "I cared once... fucked me up."

I heard a soft intake of air. "You know I don't like when you talk like that. You expect a army to follow you when you use phrases like fucked me up?"

"Like I said before Taylor, I don't care. I know for a fact that the Vex would follow me instead of this spoiled royal bitch without a second thought."

"I don't think she was spoiled or is a bitch, Alex. I think the only spoiled one is you, Mr. I-have-an-army-and-they-love-me," the feminine voice replied.

"Whatever, Miss. I-think-I'm-special-because-my-hairs-red. As soon as she wakes up I'm going to question her. She's not going to like it very much when I rip her pretty little fingers right off her hand, but I sure as hell will."

"Why are you going to do that? She's a Princess and your father would never let you hurt her. She's our only hope, Alex."

I heard a scoff and someone slam a fist next to my face. My body shook at the impact and I would of ripped this person apart if I could move. They had a lot of nerve. Ripping my fingers off? How about I rip your manhood off instead and feed it to you?