Is This Really My End?

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Emily's pov

  Something didn't feel right... I look up at Alex.

  Her life force was litterally draining. My eyes widen. I try getting over to her, but very determined, losing monsters get in my way.

  I slash them all down with a few swipes of my blade. I continue moving towards Alex where she continued shooting down more monsters.

  A very large cyclops turns around and starts moving towards her from behind. I'm still too far away...

  His club comes down just as she was turing and throwing a knife at him. She collapses while he explodes.

  "Alex!" I scream. I move faster but more monsters keep getting in my way and holding the bone wall up to keep us from being over welhemed is slowing me down majorly.

  Exhaustion pulls at me, but if I give in, the dome will fall and even more friendly lives will be lost. So many were already gone. I jump over a young girl clad in silver who had a spear through her stomach. She was gone, there's nothing I can do for her, or for any of the others, I tell myself, trying not to turn back and try to help her.

  The stump where Alex lay is still yards away. A smarter monster gets in my way and dodges every one of my anger filled blows. That's basically what I'm running off, anger and sheer will. I hardly have enough energy and bits of bone start to sprinkle down on us.

  My vision turns black for a split second too long. The hellhound just finished clawing me and I collapse.

  The nail had started at my cheek and finished at my upper leg.

  I lay there, panting, at the mercy of a one ton beast of darkness. Oh how much I would love to close my eyes, but my friends still need me.

  My vision blacks again as my thoughts stumble, mixing in with words that are not my own. They can manage without you. Why keep fighting when you can rest eternally? All you have to do is close your eyes and give in to us.
  I regain my vision. I can see them.

  The Keres.

  Hundreds of them were inside the dome and hundreds more clawed on the bone, trying to get in and reach the death.

  Two hover beside me, fighting over which could have me. They had dark skin that hung from thin bones. Their wings reminded me of a bat's except the bat had far prettier wings than these demons. Their hair was long and greasy with blood drying in it. They had greek dresses on that were in complete rags with blood red being more promient than the dirty, stained white of the dress.

  Their eyes glow red as the litterally fight over me. Another comes and licks her dry lips. "Why don't you be mine?" She whispers in a raspy voice.

  Father please, I want to die in your arms! Not these spirits of death! Father please... I silently pray.

  The third gets to close to my face. Her breath smells of rotten meat and decaying animals. She runs her boney finger along my right cheek, covering it in my blood and making it hurt even worse. She brings the finger to her mouth and sucks the blood off, then shows me a blood stained smile that is missing quiet a few teeth.

  Shivers erupt along my spine.

  "Father please..." I whisper.

  "Thantos has no power here! All of these are violent deaths were we have the power!" She cackles.

  "Hey, that's my lunch!" The other two snarl in equally raspy voices. They all start fighting over me.

  More Keres come.

  "How fun would it be to devour the death god's child!?" One shreaks in raspy delight.

  "I claim her!" "I want to eat her!" "No she's mine!" Their voices fill the air and make my ears ring.

  "Father please... let me die in your arms, not their mouths!" I say again, my throat trying to close on my words.

  The ground near-by splits open.

  "That's not possible!" They all shreak then start crowding around me, blocking me from sight. One bites down on my arm, her few teeth becoming sharp.

  "Ow!" I try pulling my arm away, only to have her bite down harder.

   Is this really how I'm going to die? When my friends still need me?

  Another bites me and tears spring in my eyes.

  "Father please...!" I whimper.

  They all get blown away from me.

A/N I did not enjoy writing that chapter! One: because my sister (best friend) plays this character. And two: I HATE the Keres...
  Welp, bye!

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