Chance

Chance....Chapter #5

     At that time, me seeing all of these men dead....I almost felt sick. I felt my soul turning dark...the same feeling I had the first day I transitioned from human to angel..Its the feeling of emptiness and betrayal.....guilt. Lots of guilt. I look at Ag-lea, "did you know this was gonna happen?..did you know that we would be killing all of these men?! Ag-lea what if they had family, what if they had children?!" I scream at her. She looks at me "I think the more important question here is how did they find us?" she says. I just shake my head, somehow at loss for words.

     "Ag-lea I need to tell you something.." I say. She looks at me "speak." I take a deep breath..The day I was put into a mental institution I lost all touch with reality...I was a certified psychopath. That was triggered by losing something I cared about. If I continue to see people die, If I continue to do the spells with you. It is most likely a fact that I will once again lose my sanity...I will lose my emotion...and I will kill ANYTHING in my path" I tell her. She backs up. "Chance. Tell me right now how did you regain your sanity how did you get it back the first time?" she asks. I look at her, "That's the thing I never did I just hid it by fighting...didn't you ever wonder why I NEVER lost" I tell her. She laughs "then how did Vixen beat you?" I look away, "Vixen trained me...there for he knew every single move that I knew. We were the best..." I reply. 

"When we first met, you said Vixen had something against you...what was it?" she questions me. I look at her until I feel her eyes burning enough that she is forced to look away. "Vixen knew I was a dark angel...he said if I didn't fight for his institution that he would reveal my true nature and have me experimented on like a science project" I explain. When Ag-lea glances at me her eyes flash with fear and her voice shakes..."Chance, turn around....." she whispers. I slowly change my position dreading the visual awaiting me. 

That's when I finally see him. Blue eye's, a pale sculptured face. Standing before me is the man who snapped my mothers neck until it utterly decapitated her. My breath is hatched in my throat and I just stare...

My mouth hangs agape, my eye's wide, anger beginning to boil. "Chance..." Ag-lea starts to whisper, "I think if your gonna lose your sanity and go on a wild killing spree....now would be a good time!" she tells me. That's when I begin to consider actually turning off my emotion. "Ag-lea I will meet you at the house...go now" I say. She reply's to me "Chance! no. Not without you". I don't take my eyes of the man. "Ag-lea I will meet you there....you don't understand how dangerous I will be when I am emotionless..now. go." I say. I listen to the sound of her footsteps until there is no longer any sound...The man looks at me and smiles. I shake my head, in return he raises his arms...white and black wings? "why do you have both?...." I ask him. His bitter laughs echoes throughout our surroundings. "I need you and your little friends blood to complete the transition" he says. His voice is raspy and deep "Really. Why can't you just go and transition like the rest of us? why do you have to hurt us?" I quiz him. I notice he begins to lose his patients "BECAUSE! you two have very powerful blood...that's why master sent us here. He needs the blood of the two great goddesses Artemis and Diana...he is going to be very upset when he finds out you killed all of his servants!" the man screams. I take a step back.

"Your gonna be a lot of fun to kill. I hope your as easy as your mother...although I'm also preparing for quite a mess. That's what your stupid mother was. A MESS. Just like the rest of your ungrateful family!" he screams at me. The little patience I had in my body burst and my face scorched with anger. I raised my hands closed my eyes and took a deep breath...When I breathed out my eyes flashed open. My white eye's had been replaced with dark red, they were surrounded by black makeup. My outfit went from leather to silk, I had a high low dress on and wedges. My flat ironed hair had a single strand pulled back and bobby pinned on the side. The smile I plastered on my face for over 10 years had vanished, the kind and soothing thoughts I kept enclosed in my mind for everyone else sake had cease to exist. The old me...Perchance...SHE IS GONE.