Fate Undecided

XI Blood

Amane's POV

Dinner time was over and I was walking mindlessly, heading nowhere. I feel restless again. I feel like I'm seeking for something, but my mind doesn't know what it is. I just let my feet take me where it wants me to go.

I stood outside the doors of the library. Oh God. What do I need here? The last time I went in there, I got possessed. I shudder at the thought of being possessed again.

Despite my fear, I still entered the library slowly, afraid that I might encounter another bright light. Gladly, I didn't. The library was dimly lit, I guess I'm the only one here. I felt a sudden pull toward the weapons room. Oh good Lord, what do I need inside that room?

Azalea.

I walked toward the room as if in a trance, slowly, my steps silent. No one will stop me from entering the weapons room and get my hands on Azalea. I have it all for myself.

I entered the room with utmost silence. The room, like the library, had a few lights on, dimly illuminating the shelves. I closed the door behind me and treaded the room, careful to make any noise. I head for the farthest shelf, the shelf where Azalea is safely put. There, I see it, shining, menacing, in the darkness. I stare at the blade, still mesmerized by its beauty. If this is a blade version of the starshots, then is this made by Azazel? Well... Azalea.. Azazel... I wonder if he made this.

I run my forefinger on the blade, it felt familiar. Not because I used it this afternoon, but maybe because it felt as though I held it a million times before. I suddenly felt a sting on my forefinger. There was a small stream of blood trickling, drops of my blood are evident on the blade's tip.

I put my forefinger on my mouth, hoping to stop the small wound from bleeding. As I taste blood on my tongue, I felt dizzy, my vision was spinning. Oh God, not again. I closed my eyes, anticipating the pain, but it never came. Oh. I thought I was going to be possessed again. I sigh in relief, but when I opened my eyes, I wished I never breathed a sigh of relief.

I wasn't in the weapons room anymore. As I looked around, I see that I'm in someone's residence. I just wish the owner of this house won't be mad when he or she sees me here. I silently tread around the house, noticing it was grand. Wow, these people who live here is rich as hell. I looked at the picture frames adorning the walls of the living room. Most of the frames show a photo of two young girls who looked alike. Their hair was black. Their eyes were like mine. Irises of blue and gray.

I felt excruciating pain on my head. As I closed my eyes, I see a blurred reflection of me, blue and gray eyes staring, as darkness consumes me. I felt myself fall on the floor, my right arm receiving most of the impact of the floor, the pain making me open my eyes and forget the nausea. I'm back in the weapons room, my breathing was ragged, my heartbeat was fast. What did I just see?

I stare at the blade in bewilderment. How did that happen? Was that vision a part of my memory? Does that mean I have to hurt myself to retrieve my memories? Do I have to shed blood in exchange for a vision? I have a lot of questions in mind.

I quickly walk away from the blade, resisting the urge to nick myself using it and have another vision. I slammed the door of the weapons room shut behind me.

"What were you doing inside the weapons room?" I gasp in surprise. Drift.

"Oh, Drift!" I breathed, my heart thumping hard, still not over with the surprise. He looks at me with an expression of suspicion.

"What were you doing inside the weapons room?" He enunciates every word with emphasis. Does he think I'm stealing a weapon? He stares at me with such intensity that made me want the ground to eat me up alive. As much as I want to defend myself, tell him to not suspect me of anything, no words came out of my mouth. I just returned his stare.

He runs his hands on his hair frustratingly. "Amane, talk." He says, his voice irritated. I didn't answer his question though. I gave him another question, a question that bugged me this afternoon.

"Were you avoiding me?" I was surprised by the strength in my voice. He looked shocked, and guilty.

He immediately looked away, breaking our staring contest. "No, Amane, I'm not avoiding you." He answers, his voice soft. I shake my head, not believing him.

"You didn't train with me today." I sounded hurt. He looked at me again, surprised. What surprised him, that I sounded hurt?

"I'm sorry." He sounded sincere, and hurt as well. I glanced at his face, his eyes were a myriad of emotions. Sadness, guilt, disappointment and fear. He's... Afraid?

I move closer to him. "Why are you apologizing?" I ask. He stared deep into my eyes as I stared into his, losing myself in his blue eyes. Just as I thought he was peering into my mind, he showed me a memory. His memory. It was a blur at first, but I eventually see myself looking evil, my eyes dark gray, starshots in my hands, Gabby and Raphael surrounding me. I see Drift in a far corner of the library, looking at me with fear in his eyes. They were talking, no, shouting. Then I see myself sink on my knees, holding my head like it's painful. He looked devastated in that memory.

Then it was gone.

I still stared at him, confused why he showed me his memory. "I caused you the pain." He says, answering my thoughts. He refused to look at me.

"You didn't mean it." I say, hoping it would make him less guilty. "I mean, everyone makes mistakes, it's not as if you killed me." He glanced at me, his eyes full of disappointment. "I meant it. It was stupid of me to forget that the body was still yours, it was only the soul that was Azazel's."

I shake my head, refusing to agree with him, but his mind was set. He slowly backs away from me, leaving me alone in the library, alone in the dark.

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It took me hours to think of something to publish 😂 anyway, be noisy guys! :)