Samuel POV
“Should I call on my father? I asked quietly, in fear that we would be heard.
“No, we do not need that pig of a man here!” Whisper yelled Atropos. She had gathered me in the night, demanding that I come with her as a matter of urgency. The frail old women had little strength now, her time was upon her. Death surrounded her like a cloaking aura that only got thicker and ticker by the minute. I thought that she would require my assistance in passing on but instead dragged me down to the very place where the fire of the underworld comes from. It’s hot and dirty and the smell of rot burns my nostril hair off. Fire licked the ground where we walked and lava spilled out onto the goat trail that hadn’t been walked on for thousands of years. Atropos black cloak dragged on the ground collecting dirt as she walked and our boots made the ground feel like it was falling apart underneath me. Sweat dripped from my forehead, running like a waterfall with an influx of water from a late night storm.
“Why did you bring me here Atropos?” I asked, tripping on lose rubble.
“Because he’s getting ready to escape” she repelled looking around with terror and confusion in her step. Suddenly she stopped and froze. In front of us was a hole, an empty hole.
“What is it?” I whispered.
“This cannot be” she said with the hint of a sob. I moved closer to her, peering over her shoulder to see if there was anything. But nothing.
“What is it?” I repeated, but she didn’t reply. Suddenly the fire cooled and the fire defatted into steam in the air. The lava hardened and frost begun to form on the ground around our feet. A pain indescribable stabbed threw my back sending me to the ground. i hit the ground hard with bile in my throat. I went to unleash my Kanata, but fail. Here was a force holding me to the ground. I was paralysed. I twisted and turned fighting with it. Black smoke flitted in the air, moving soundless passed me. I stopped moving, freezing in place. It rolled along the ground with power rumbling threw it. It was not an illusion, it had a purpose. The smoke was alive, and coated in a poisons death. Shadowed shades and crusted layers of deaths presents pilled upon one another; falling away and being replaced by more. I felt it calling to me. I had to touch it, to make it move on. But there was something about it. The Smokey fog didn’t deserve my touch. It had a blackness and a pain so heavy that if I was to touch it, I’d die. It formed a shape, twisting and groaning as it moulded itself. It was the things of nightmares. Razer sharp teeth and the rotting stench of old, hot meat. Eyes the colour of night and a long blistered scare running down its left check. It looked like a person, only with the missing skin in places. It smiled at me with amusement.
“Not today boy, I need you latter” it said with a razored tone. It swiftly spun in a circle facing Atropos. She was pale and shaking with fear, something of which I had never seen before. “But you my dear, I need you now”
“Don’t come any closer Kronos” she spoke, holding up her hands.
“Why, what will you do? Put me back into that hole with your sisters and my pathetic children? You are not young anymore, you’re weak and pathetic, but still useful to Me.” he said twisting his head onto an unnatural angle. He lifted his hand and Atropos dropped to the ground withering in pain. Her scream pieced my ears at a deadly sound wave and I felt something inside me die.
“You…..Can…..Take…..My…….Power-but……Never…..Control….It…..” she gasped with a whisper of a breath.
“Let us find out” he moved like the wind, floating easily to her and levelled himself to look her in the eye. “And to think I offered you the world” I couldn’t see his face, but heard the tearing sound of metal. I watch Atropos’s face pale and turn grey. Saw the moisture of her skin dissolve as it warped around her thin bones. A ghost of a smile laid on her lips as I broke watching the light leave her eyes, and there was no soul to collect. I watched him breathe her life force in until nothing was left but a decaying corpse. I felt myself scream but there was nothing to do, nothing I could do. He turned to me with wickedness plastered on his face. Skin particles begun to form on his checks and on his arms, he started looking more normal and alive by the second.
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The Secrets of Death
Teen FictionI know Death, for I have stared him in the eye. He comes to me in my dreams. He is my Guardian, but holds no similarities as that of a Guardian angel. He is not my friend, nor my foe, but walks hand in hand with my enemies. Fate and Destiny, are no...
