Alexander and I: 07 Ghost

Ch.5

I was standing, in a pool of blood, and suddenly, more and more blood rose, up to my ankles, then to my knees. It was thick, and smelled of rusting iron. My breath caught, and I struggled, to stand up, as dark hands rose, out of the blood, holding onto my dark blue bishop in training style clothes.

"You killed me."

"You.....you don't deserve to live"

"Go somewhere and die.....Die..... Die....."

"I hope someone kills you like you killed me."

The hands pulled me into the blood, and it rose now up to my waist.

"You monster. You don't deserve the clothes on your back"

The blood climbed up to my chest, it enveloped my back, and climbed up to my throat, it weighed down on my clothes, and the hands climbed out of the blood, grabbing me, trying to suffocate me in the clouded liquid, the heavy, the too-heavy blood. My breath came in short breaths, and a scream escaped my vocal chords, as the thick, soupy liquid enveloped me. The ocean of blood stretched as far as the eye could see, and it was getting deeper by the second.

I was drowning in the blood of all the people I'd killed.

I screamed, and the blood streamed into my mouth as I opened it..

"Hertz."

"Hertz!!"

"HERTZ!"

My eyes opened, and I shot up, climbing into the corner of my bed, resting my head on the cold wall, with the screams still raw in my throat. Were they mine? I didn't remember.

Labrador had heard my screams, and now I was sitting with him, shaking, as he calmed me down.

"Everything's alright Hertz." He whispered, my eyes wide in fear, I grabbed onto his bishops clothes. "It was just a dream."

My eyes were wide, but dry.

My pupils were widened, but my irises were tiny, compressed.

After the shock had passed, I simply sat, on the floor, Labrador hugging me, my eyes full of nothing.

Castor and Frau burst in the door, Castor was in shock, worried. "Hertz, are you alright?" Upon seeing my empty expression, he bent down. "Hertz, are you alright?"

But I couldn't hear him, I was still in my head, remembering that room. The blood, and screams, the promises of vengeance.

Finally, after a few minutes of emptiness, I stood, taking the three by surprise. I had a glimmer of consciousness in my irises. "No, Hertz, you can't leave, where are you going?" Castor yelled, but he was answered by the slamming of a door, and the sound of air whooshing past him, as I ran.

I didn't know where, I just ran.

The scenery around me changed, and my feet carried my past empty ghost-like corridors, lit in white by small spheres of zaiphon fire. The white marble shone, as if it were made of the moon itself.

I ran past gardens, through a graveyard. Tripping over stones, the cut on my cheek re-opened.

The smell of blood brought everything rushing back. The blood, the drowning, and the screams. I shook, on my knees, staring up at the sky.

I felt the familiar feel of manipulative Zaiphon come from behind me. I sent bright blue streams of pure destructive zaiphon at the doll, bursting it into tiny pieces, it head lolling, and it's fallen form making my breath hitch. I couldnt stop, could I?

I left it all behind, running, and maintaining a null-presence state. I had little stamina, and this exercise helped me improve it. Running through darkness, I began to imagine blood crawling slowly after me, the hands reaching, grabbing at my heels. I focused on my pale blue zaiphon, banishing the thought of blood from my mind.