The voice I deem must be trying to deceive me sounds exactly like Rin and comes from behind me, however, when I turn and gaze around hoping it to truly be her, no one is there. A knotted pit is in my stomach and I feel the blood run from my face and I go faint and weak, the food from that morning spews up and I barf away from the body on my lap.
"CLAIRE! WAKE UP!" all fades away and I see the body is actually non-existent and Rin is at my side with a hand on my shoulder. My eyes are stuck open and my legs are vibrating with fear and anger still from seeing her dead. It is then that I realize what Hester can do, she plays with the mind, draws out the darkest thoughts to create illusions. That must be it. What else could cause this?
How is she able to do this though? Is it merely because she has been around so long she knows? But how then, can she actually create these illusions in the first place? I would love to shake this away and think it isn't relevant right now, but that would be a mistake, such knowledge could offer me a better opportunity of destroying her. Is she even human though? Wait. All of this started when we made eye contact, so I should try my best to avoid her red glare.
"Are you okay?" Rin asks and brings me back to the moonlit meadow.
"Yeah, just keep safe," I command her and rise, anger swells deep in my being, ready to defeat her in this animosity as she forced me to suffer through such a tragedy, and it was fake at that. How could she force me to start processing it all just for my brain to have to reverse it all?
The very idea she would even be able to fake such a love to Rin, shatter her, destroy her, break her apart, and on purpose too, then to show me her dead in my arms...how...how...how could one be so despicably cruel!? Adrenaline pumps furiously and my ears pound with my rapid heart, hand tightens around Kol. My eyes sharpen and my ears become more sensitive as I cannot stare directly at my targets face anymore as a test run. As long as Rin stays safe in the shadows; as there is no way she can fight in such a shock as this, the one you loved the most having faked it all along as real.
I am utterly infuriated as the red gleaming sword leads me towards the subject. The blade misses by a fragment, I pivot and stab Hester through the soft skin of her back.
"Oh, I SEE WE'RE ALL RILED UP NOW HUH!?" Her neck crooks and I peer down and away to avoid her eyes as the neck bones crackle and crunch. What I saw of the smile was unnatural and unsettling, to say the least. Her legs spread into a wrist wide stance as her nails are thrust at me, I dodge and slice at her arm but Kol doesn't make it all the way through. Abruptly, the red glare from Kol flashes flame bright and my mind burns as though on fire, the simmering pot of blood that had sat below it sending off fumes to engulf my thoughts and body.
What's going on? I endure it and use this extra strength, a strength I feel rush throughout me, a sureness my bones are too solid to snap and my blood to firm to bleed out. Now is when I go all out, now I have the power. With all my blazing animosity, pain from empathy, and anguish, I shove off with all my strength at her, all of it, my legs burn and the air is filled with sudden static.
Kol sweeps this way and that, across once and then the other way, horizontal then vertical, leaving red streaks which could very well be either blood or the leftover sights of my actions. Hester's last cackle rings out solemn with acceptance, the air holds the moment of death and the moon watches the body mutilated fall now to soft gravity. Why does the Earth seem to have such sadness and sympathy for such a death? Is it because she had such potential but was led or chose to use it all wrong?
Rin probably would understand; but, I need now move the pieces and bury them harshly as I really cannot soften my heart, it remains cold and fast. So quickly and with my hardy hands, sword sheathed, I, in disgust, pick up the dripping pieces with blood and arteries dripping, crumbs of bone falling from them, the pieces of her face and skull feel all too fragile for my liking. Without further ado, I carry the unfortunate heap over and find a bush; yet, do not wish to bring such disgrace even to the roots of a bush.
Genesis races up to me, having held Rin away and back, she tears up the ground and I gasp for breath though unable to wipe away the sweat as my hands and entire self is soaked in crimson, perhaps as one could say, I am a walking lake of blood. What on Earth just happened? What did I do? Where did I draw this strength from? What I did was savage and inhumane, monstrous. Despite my furosity, Hester was still a person and deserved some respect simply for the fact that she had a life, a consciousness.
Even now, I cannot find it in myself to really regret how I did and am disposing of her. She did one of the worst and most atrocious things. She hurt the one who kept me motivated, she hurt my friend, played with feelings. Sure, I don't fully understand even my own feelings most often, but it was Rin who helped me discover them, and it was feelings that allowed me to destroy Hester, to save Rin.
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Tyranny: Onwards
FantasyThis is Part 2 of the book Tyranny (The Key). They have yet to find Blaze and Dagwood, to reach the other Wizards, and get to the Sword of Siron. But this is just the beginning of what they must do and what they will end up attempting. Cover Picture...
