Thirty Three

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Kathryn's POV

I just want to be happy for a moment. Tears roll down my blood smeared cheeks, and I don't bother wiping them away.

I want to move. I want to pull myself up and rescue my family and friends, but I can't. I can't.

My mind sucks me into memories I don't want to see.

First they took Sif. The guards set an awful looking beast on us. Whatever it was, it was terrifying and malicious. The last words I heard her say, with a mother's fierce dying violence, "Protect my daughter! "

It dragged her away as we fought to keep her here. There are enchantments all over the mountain that I didn't notice until too late.

Then they took Natasha. The assassin gave me such a piercing look of defeat and pure terror as the spirit wrapped it's claws around her torso and yanked her into the dark unknown that I wanted to scream and break down and give up.

What happened next was the worst. We ducked into a hallway, seeking protection. At the end of the hallway was my father, with bloody wounds all over his half naked body. My mother shrieked and sprinted toward him. He collapsed into her arms, losing consciousness quickly. My mother broke down in the hallway, sobbing because of the situation, because her beloved husband was injured, because this had happened before. She kissed his head. Then suddenly, the two were swallowed by a massive black and blue shadow.

Sebastian had to hold me back from trying to stop it from happening. We all were losing our sanity, slowly cracking like glass under pressure. One more well timed blow and we would shatter.

I was shivering at that point, terrified and feverish. The charms were messing with my mind. I could see my mother's reflection in every surface. Screams sounded from deep within the mountain, only hinting at the torture occurring inside.

Pepper was in no better condition. She was delirious but quiet, mumbling things I couldn't make out. She stumbled every few steps. The black magic in the air was thick, and not hard to recognize, thanks to my father's lessons.

I lit my palm up to attempt to ward off the stuffy blackness.

"Kathryn, that might attract-" Sebastian began. Before he could finish, one of the black spirit beasts lunged out at us. Sebastian and I ducked out of the way, his body covering mine, but Pepper stepped forward.

The monster knocked her back, raking its claws across her skin. I screamed as it pulled away yet another victim.

I fell to the ground, shaking violently and crying into my hands.

"Kathryn, come on, we're almost there, I can tell," Sebastian begged, kneeling beside me.

I started to get up, calmed by his words ever so slightly. I convinced myself to believe his lie. I needed to believe it, Sebastian was my only hope now.

I was shoved harshly to the side by Sebastian. When I looked over to see why he did it, I saw a scene all too familiar and all too horrific that I will never get out of my head. Sebastian's voice still rings in my ears.

The monster dragged its claws acrossed my stomach. Sebastian pushed me away from it again, only to be served the same sickening punishment the rest of our group had received.

I promised that I would stay safe!

Now I'm crying the hardest. No one is left but me and so I am forced to relive every moment of our attempt at saving lives until one of the Elite beasts sniffs me out and carries me away too or I die of blood loss.

To think that just a few hours ago, I was enjoying being newly married.

I pull light to my palm. It's a feeble green light, but it is sufficient. I press it to the deep cuts on my stomach and hope that it will at least close the wound.

I breathe a sigh of relief as the cuts close to small red lines. Unfortunately, the healing drained my energy, and now I've only got a few minutes to burn before I am dead out on the ground in a coma.

This can't be it, I scream to myself. Remember your dreams? You're going to have a family!

I can't though. Sebastian is gone and he was my soulmate.

I close my eyes, accepting defeat.

I start to drown in silence, but then I hear it. An angelic voice pushing out its last strains of song. My mother's voice.

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Sorry for the late update and I understand if you want to behead me for this chapter and how I ended it!

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