The Seven.

Chapter 2

I could feel the pounding beat of the drum solo and the screaming guitars riffs rip through my body. This was my release, this music, these words, they alone could capture the very makings of my soul and scream them back at me. They wouldn't find my scent here, all mixed up with the millions of others. So many frenzied emotions and grating body's. Then I heard it. Her voice. I hadn't  heard it for 3 millenniums. She was singing along to the screaming voice of the singer, but it was her, the same deep alto. Like a cats purr, a warm bath, chocolate, it bleeded comfort and love. I could feel my heart ripping, I  needed to get to her ,get it back. Stupid pathetic girl, she didn't know what she possessed. She didn't realise her pathetic little life was void, she was put onto this earth for one reason, and one reason only, to be my own personal hell. Sick bastards. I weaved through the masses, unseeing,a weapon of destruction in sheep's clothing. I could see her up ahead, a girl with pale pink hair and a pair of strong shoulders. She has suffered, this little human, she has seen enough for lifetimes. The intensity of her pain made me stumble. I had not been expecting this kind of raw emotion. Not here, not from anyone but Her. I could feel the scars in my heart tear open, gushing toxic emotion through my system. Flashes of her memory's invaded my mind.

A little girl was cowering in a corner, a dark shadow was looming over her. '' you are nothing, do you hear me! YOU ARE NOTHING TO ME!.'' 

A dog was barking from a distance as a dark headed man threw a women out the front door.  She lay sobbing in the mud were he had thrown her, the rain steadily beat down on her fair head. Soaking her thin cotton dress, the water ran red from her hair. A dark haired child watched expressionless from an upstairs window, the lighting reflected in her grey eyes.

Mommy! Mommy! Daddy stop! Stop your hurting her! a child was screaming from a doorway, her grey eyes look like black holes. A dark headed man swung around with a handful of fair hair clutched in his hand. A head was attached to the hair, a limb body slumped on the floor. A strange whispering sound was coming from her , like dead leaves blowing in an artic wind. Two words being repeated over, and over and over again, the mantra of her life. '' I'm sorry I'm sorry I'm sorry''. The man flung the women from him and strode across the room to the child who fell and curled her arms above her head and screamed.

NOOO, I choked out. tears running down my face. Her scream ringing in his head,shaking him to his core. he blindly stumbled towards the girl and placed his hand in-between her shoulder blades. She twisted her head to observe him with a shocked look, and then he felt a pull somewhere near his navel. and a star burst infront of his eyes.

The first thing I saw when I opened my eyes,was a dark red carpet, it was emitting a faint musty smell. I groaned,where the fuck was I. There had ben no waterholes where is was. '' Long time no see Muriel.''. I looked up, and groaned again.