Thread Of Fate

Prologue: The Hollow

Closer and closer it came, it was getting bigger and bigger, and soon it filled the sky above, "was the moon falling?"

"What happened to me?" "Am I dead?"

No that's no it thought to myself. Where's Kai? Was he dead?

No, he promised we'll get out of here alive. But where was he? Taking deep breaths, I warily tried to get back up on my feet. Every inch of my body was agonizing in pain from the last swing.

I carefully tried to uphold myself with the strength I had left. With grazed knees and cuts slicing through my body ever so slowly like tiny paper cuts deepening my wound throughout my body, I frantically searched for him.

The pain of losing him was far deeper than the cuts that spread through me like confetti.

The air turned black all around me, icy fingers gripped my arm in the darkness. Wandering through the graveyard it felt like something was watching me.

As the atmosphere thickened I began to feel a heavy sensation on the chest. Something that just didn't make sense, something that felt sinister to its core.

I had a bad feeling about this. Whatever happens, I needed to find Kai, before it's too late. I ran as fast as I could, forcing myself to forget about the excruciating pain that circulated through me.

I ran and ran until I came to a halt. It was dark but it wasn't pitch black.

I was still able to cypher a silhouette of some sort. It wasn't quite clear but its form seemed human.

Could it be him I gasped, my heart leapt to my throat, I abruptly fell on to my knees as I tried not to think about the worst.

My eyes started to swell with tears, with every breath, my tears trickled down cheeks, searing through ever cut sending a sweltering sensation but I felt no physical pain, the paralysis that spread through my body stiffened every inch of me.

"Please don't die on me" I whispered, with the words barely making it to the surface.

I hastily scuffled through the thorn-like grass and threw my self onto him. Kai! I screamed, as my eyes wandered his body.

Compressing his chest with all my strength I began to give him CPR hoping to get some sort of pulse.

"1... 2... 1... 2... "

I kept counting in my head.

Trying not to tremble I shut my eyes trying not to inhale the negativity that wrapped itself around me like a blanket.

"He's dead, and it's all your fault".

"You should've listened to him from the very beginning, now he's battling life and death because of you"

An ominous voice started to emerge from the negative force field around me, all screaming the same thing.

"It's all your fault."

I tried not to listen to them, I tried to block them out. I didn't want to give in, but it had a way to transpire through my mind, playing mind tricks with bashful images and eerie voices that seemed to forever haunt within this deafening situation.

Predicting my every movement, it had a way to slow me down at my own pace. The more I struggled to break free, the harder the restraints tightened around my wrists, losing myself in every twist and turn.

I felt a dark shadow befall over us, but this time it felt much heavier.

It began to creep throw my lungs ever so slowly, almost as if it felt pleasure from the sufferings it caused me. Laughing cynically with no trace of human emotion. Gasping for air, I tried distanced myself from its grip.

A smile crept to its face, it enjoyed the torture I felt.

"More, more, more" it whispered barbarically.

I couldn't let it consume me, I couldn't let it control me.

I just couldn't let everything go to waste, not when we've come this far.

Training hours and hours for this particular moment. I just couldn't give this up. I ... I just couldn't.

Those words that kept me going this far, I ... I needed to hear those words just once more. I let the words linger around me.

Letting me remember everything we've fought for. The tingling sensation I felt from his touch.

The crimson feeling I felt every time our eyes met. I still hadn't given him an answer, it was about time I did.

Before I knew it the screeching voices started to fade.

The ominous voice that once consumed me was slowly starting to disappear. 

I Slowly warmth of his hands, Yes! I cried he's alive. And that's all that mattered. We were going to get through this as we've promised.

He wasn't going to leave me. Trying to hold back my tears I slowly looked down. He looked just the same when I first met him. The same messy brown hair that smelled like saltwater.

And those black diluted eyes that seemed to hold deadly secrets. And the faint scent of wild fig and wild berries stilled lingered around him.

He made a little gesture with his hands. Cupping my cheeks, he mumbled ever so softly,

"Don't hold it back angel, it's ok to cry."

Unable to contain my feelings I straddled on top of him. A spark of lust flickered through his eyes in amusement.

I've never done this before, then why?

Why is that every time I'm with him, I feel invincible?

Why is it that just one look at him is driving me insane to kiss him, to be in his arms?

For him to be all mine?

Pulling me closer his mouth brushed my ears,

"I'm yours and I'll be yours until the stars fall from the sky. Until the rivers run dry. In other word's until I die," he murmured as tears rolled down my cheeks.