Ok so this is my second chapter and hopefully it's better than my last...which I now think was to fast, but oh well to late now. So hopefully this will give people more questions or something to make them want to read more.....ok I'm beginning to ramble so yea go ahead and read and vote and comment so I know that people are actually reading this. ;)
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Recap: I looked at the athame still in my hand and knew right then and there that I would have revenge on whoever thought they could mess with a Seiko.
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Two weeks later~
Sweat ran into my eyes, momentarily blinding me as I continued to run across the never-ending desert. My heart raced knowing that something was chasing me and there was no place for me to hide. The footsteps behind me grew louder as I began to slow down, my legs couldn't continue for much longer and my lungs burned, begging for more air. I stumbled as my legs tripped over themselves and everything went into slow motion as my hands, then my face came into contact with the dry, rocky ground. The rocky soil had successfully scrapped away the skin off of my hands and the side my face was probably now deformed. I could feel the pain reaching through my dream into my real body, something was wrong about this dream it was beginning to feel too real.
'Someone must be using magic close by and it must be leaking into my dream....at least I hope that's the explanation.'
Then I suddenly felt like I was being pulled away from my body and into another realm, and just as I was aware of that the scenery changed, and I was standing in the living room where my mother was killed. I closed my eyes not wanting to see what I new would be there on the wall. I stood there for a moment before finally deciding that I needed to get over this fear of seeing my mother again. So I opened my eyes the fear crawling around in my belly as if something alive was trying to escape. There was no blood, no athame sticking out of my mother throat, and no blood on anything. This could only mean one thing...I was looking into the past and this dream was filled with magic. Only a few people could create this dream and it was either myself or my mother. I'm voting my mother because I really don't want to think about my subconscious doing things without my permission first, as I'm standing there thinking I remember my bloody hands and face which are now dripping blood onto the hardwood floors.
'I should get myself cleaned up, and since this is still a dream I should be able to take control and do whatever I wanted. This should include going to the kitchen and washing off,'
I walk out of the living room and into the kitchen towards the sink and turn the water on, washing my hands first watching as the blood disappears revealing just how bad the scrapes are.
'These are definitely going to scar, fuck I hope my face isn't as bad'
I grab a washcloth a wet it with lukewarm water and slowly wash my face doing my best to be careful which isn't really working because my eyes are filling with tears from wiping my cheek to hard again. When I'm finally finished I grab a paper towel and press it to the side of my face letting it absorb the blood that's continuing to leak from my cheek. Dropping my hands I lean on the sink and look into the pink water contemplating my sanity just as the front door opens and closes. The sound of keys hitting the table as footsteps walk towards the kitchen.
'Shit mom's home...ok really quick should I stay here in the dream or should I wake myself up?'
I get my answer from the blood curdling scream that fills the house the enters my soul chilling it in frozen fear.
'Damn these stupid dreams! I need to wake up before I see something happens that I really don't want to see,'
I spread my feet about hips width apart and lift my now clean hands in front of me and began the chant my mother taught me incase of a situation much like this one. Mostly because Seiko's are known for their truth dreams which is what this would be called. Were one would go into the past to discover the truth of something that is bothering them. Ok time to focus on what's at hand,
"time to awake from this unwanted dream"
I chant those words over and over beginning to feel the magic swirl around my head as I cast the spell that should help me wake up. I begin to feel a pull towards my middle as the magic begins to work and I begin to feel my real body and just when I think I'm home free and I begin to close my eyes as I finish the spell the kitchen door slams open and a man walks in dragging my struggling mother.
'Fuck," I must have said this a little too loud because the man pauses and looks around the kitchen. I freeze as his cold green eyes land on me.
'He can't see me though right? This is just a dream I'm having of the past right? Shit I should have paid more attention to my mom during her lessons on this stupid,'
I breathe a sigh of relief as he goes back to dragging my now choking mother blood pouring from her mouth, her hands fluttering around her trying to stop the man who's dragging her towards the living room.
I find myself frozen as time seems to slow down and I realize what's actually happening before my eyes....I'm seeing my mother being murdered. After I have finally given up on ever finding out what really happened I have the chance to see who killed her. I begin to study the man who's killing my mother as he drags her into the living room. He's tall and very muscular good looks with brown hair and bright green eyes, there was something slightly familiar about him but I can't put my finger on it, and there's no way I'm gonna win in a fight against him unless his magic abilities are shitty. Which isn't the case because I can practically see the strong magic surrounding him. He must be important too, judging by his black robes which only witches of great importance are allowed to wear.
'Ok here is my chance, I just have to see what emblem he has on his sash to know which coven he is from and then...fuck what am I gonna do? It's not like I can go after him by myself. I'm not nearly strong enough to take him on my own. I'm gonna have to plan something and get more people to join me,'
I walk closer to him being carful to avoid his aura incase he senses me again and realize he's being watched. I crouch trying to get a good look at his sash without touching it, he shifts his weight as he begins to lift my now dead mother upwards to place her against the wall causing his sash to flip over revealing what he is...FUCK!!!!!! The green tree with silver birds flying above its leaves can mean only one thing. He's part of the Witch Assembly. This can mean two things, one my mother did something very, very bad or two this guy from the Witch Assembly is corrupt. I'm going to with number two because there is no way my mom is evil, and since there is only one man here doing the dirty deed it just proves that he's evil and doesn't want the rest of the assembly to know what he's doing.
The man is now holding my mother up by her head and has the athame in his other hand.
'Dammit I don't want to see this! I need to get out of this dream now!'
I run back into the kitchen and begin my chant again not even thinking of what was going on in the other room. The spell is working! I am being pulled back into the present and my sleeping body is starting to become my reality. The spell finishes as I jolt into a sitting position in the guest bedroom bed at my aunts house in California. Sweat dripping from down my face, I reach my hands up to wipe it off before it drips into my eyes, but it feels to thick to be sweat. As I look back at my bloody hands, and I see the scrapes that I had gotten in my dream from when I had tripped and fell.
"Stupid fucking dreams!" I yell as I rush into the bathroom that's connected to the bedroom. I look into the mirror to view the damage on my face. The cuts are deep and will definitely scar leaving my once flawless skin with a weird pattern on the side of my face.
"Fuck, what is this supposed to mean?"
