Aneon [Incomplete]

Chapter 1

My heart, palpitating as I realised I was trapped against a wall with someone lurking in the shadows. He emerged from the shadows maniacally laughing. He smiled deviously at me and proceeded to walk toward me. He had jet black hair that was slicked back, skin as white as snow, he was extremely tall and very skinny and had what looked like golden, cat eyes. I pushed my back against the wall as if I can push it to go back any further than it was already. My breath was short, quick pants. My eyes flickered back and forth from him to behind him hoping someone will come help me. Oh god please! I beg you! Help me, send someone to help me, ANYTHING! I squeezed my eyes shut trying not to let the tears fall. But a tear betrayed me and rolled down my cheek, warm and wet. I pleaded for him to not hurt me but his steps quickened. I could hear him running toward me, most likely with some sort of sharp object in his hand ready to stab me or something. But then I felt a swoosh of breeze that lifted my hair off my back and the footsteps of my attacker seized. Please be help, please be help. I opened my eyes slowly and gingerly to see if my attacker ran or if someone came to my rescue.

 To my surprise there was yet another man in front of me but was facing my attacker. He turned his head to the side, facing me and smirked. Oh great I’m gonna get killed by 2 men…just wonderful! He had red hair that fell in front of the left side of his face and two amazingly blue eyes. He was tall and completely handsome. For a guy that’s going to kill me, he is fiiiiiiine. He turned his whole body to face me and he extended his hand toward me. I looked at his hand, then at him and back. Something in his eyes told me he was on my side. I don’t know what or why but I trusted him. Slowly I reached for his hand but then the attacker hissed at us and lunged himself at the red-haired guy. The red-haired guy grabbed my hand, pulled me toward him in an embracive hug and he jumped. I shut my eyes tight, not wanting to know if I was dead or not. For a few moments I believed I was dead but I heard a flapping noise. I took a few calming breaths before opening my eyes. When I did I found myself flying through the air with that red-haired guy. What the hell! This is impossible! I looked at him and saw that two gigantic, angel-like, wings sprouted out of his back. One wing was black and the other white. I started to hyperventilate, this was just too impossible. He grinned as if he heard my thoughts. He looked at me, straight in the eyes, and smiled a warm-hearted-smile. I felt all gelatinous in his arms. I liked it, yes, but I don’t know him. I wanted to ask him his name but nothing came out my mouth.

It was now about five minutes I spent in his arms, flying over the town (I think I’ve finally lost it. Flying…really? Yep I’ve lost it). I heard yet another flapping noise but it came from behind us. I looked around him and when I did I saw the attacker with pure black, angelic wings following us. Does everyone have wings!?!? The red-haired guy sped up and dropped me off on J&K’s rooftop. I tucked and rolled to brake the fall. He turned around, pulled out a sword from what seemed like thin air and lunged at the attacker. Before I could even blink he stabbed the attacker in the gut. Obviously the attacker didn’t see it coming either because he just froze, speechless with a sword in his gut. The attacker fell to the roof, only a few feet away from where I was standing. I can’t believe I just witnessed such a sight. Horror washed over my face. Who should I be more afraid of? The one who tried to attack me or the one who could kill so heartlessly? The red-haired guy landed on the roof in front of me, blocking my view of the bloody scene. He raised his hand to my chin and lifted it up so my eyes would focus on him and not what he just did. His eyes were now grey. Grey? Weren’t they blue a minute ago? Does his eyes change colour? Hmmm grey… that means…he’s sorry? He was. He didn’t want to kill that man. He did it to protect me and himself.

I was so busy staring into his eyes I didn’t realise the attacker was still alive and he was moving toward us. Slowly. He raised his arm, rested it on the sword protruding from his stomach and he pulled it out. He got up on his feet and limped his way behind the red-haired guy. My eyes grew wide when I finally realised what he was going to do. He was going to kill him. I opened my mouth to warn him but it was too late he stabbed him in the back. Both guys fell to the floor on their knees at the same time. The attacker finally died but the red-haired guy looked up at me. His eyes grew wide and his mouth practically hit the floor. He stared at me weird, like something was wrong or that something was on me. I looked down at me body to scan myself and I realised that I was bleeding. I was bleeding in the same spot the sword protruded the red-haired guy, from his back straight through to his stomach. I passed my hand over it and pain surged through me. I fell to my knees. There I was in front of a guy, that had a sword going straight through him, about to die. How? I have no idea. He is the one that got stabbed, not me. He bowed his head and whispered to me, “I’m sorry, princess. I have failed you.” I wanted to tell him that it was alright, that he did not fail me and question why he called me princes, but I couldn’t, darkness overcame me and I fell forward into his arms. Surprisingly he caught me. Pitch black surrounded me. I couldn’t hear, see or breathe. All muscles felt numb. My body felt heavy and weak. I died…

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I shot right out of bed, gasping for air and holding my chest to try to steady my heart beat. “It was just a dream…” I reassured myself.

I got out of bed and walked to the bathroom. I splashed my face with water.

“Why do I constantly have that dream?” I asked out loud.

I do not know any of those guys…Who are they? Why do I dream of them constantly?...

I headed back to my room and sat up in bed. I thought about it for a few moments until sleep washed over me once again. Hopefully this time I could have a decent dream. But tomorrow is school… awful, terrible school