The Possessed

chappie 12

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hello eveyone!!!!

im really really sorry about the fact that i havent uploaded in like two months or something like that!!!! but now that schools out ( YAYYY!!!!!) ill be able to upload my story in a more normal time space.

I tried to make this chapter longer than most of my chapters although its mainly thinking more than action in this chappie kk.

Happy Christmas and a merry New Year.

ill start writing now!!!!!!!!!!!!

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AN: by the way im thinking about using different point of views? comment to tell me if you want me to. :)

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I squeezed my eyes together, hoping that this was some kind of weird dream that I was having, like the one about the Moxint

. After a seven long and silent seconds I slowly opened my eyes and saw the same sight that I had been thinking was a dream not one minute ago. I quickly shut my eyes again.

Okay, I'm pretty sure this isn't a drea-nightmare.

I forced myself to open my eyes in case I was mistaken and they

weren't actually dead, just knocked out or something like that.

But looking at the bodies I realised that no one was

breathing. There weren't enough bodies in the room to be everyone from this place, I gladly noticed.

And only when I felt wetness on my face was when I realised that I was crying.

Not full blown sobbing and sniffling but just silent tears falling quickly down my face and dripping on the soft fabric of the dress that I was wearing, staining material. Oh well, I'll just wash it later I thought and immediately felt horrible for worrying about something as replaceable and unimportant as clothes, because unlike clothes, Death is not unimportant and you can't replace the people who had defeated by it. The only thing that healers can do for the dead is attend their funeral, because no one can bring back the dead, and if someone somehow did bring them back then they'd be nothing more than the Possesed, and we would just have to kill them again.

I'm not sure why I was crying, well actually, I'm not sure for which reason I was crying.

One of the reasons was because I knew that if I was here when this happened I would of been able to stop it or at least prevent some of the death in this room.

Second reason was because there were families that would be missing loved ones, children missing parents and I knew the pain of not having a family and I wouldn't wish that on my greatest human ( not alien) enemy, I mean look what it did to me, soon going to be twenty and not a single friend in the whole wide world, although I could probably blame some of that on my powers.

I suppose the third reason was that It was fair, and I hated myself for thinking that, but it was true, just a night or two ago we had killed some of the aliens number, so now they were taking some of our number.

I really actually hated the concept of killing anything, even aliens, but in war you dont really get a choice of saying that you don't want to fight, so every time I take a life, no matter whose it is, I crawl back in my shell. Hiding the fact that I am a cold blooded killer and at night always wishing that this is some sort of nigthmare that one day I'll wake up from. Sometimes I deliberately push my magic to the limit so that whilst I'm knocked out from exhaustion, I won't have to face another day in my life full of death.

I had once actually tried to kill my self, ripping deep slashes in my wrists, and I found that physical pain was easier to deal with than the pain of living, that I liked this pain, so I saved myself by calling Veronia to heal me and threatening her that if she dared to tell anyone, she'd be the one wanting to kill herself.

I still cut myself, shred my flesh, just not so much that I have to call for a healer. I suppose that my razor which i cut myself with is my only friend, and thats why i cant give it up.

I then realised that i had ran out of tears so I lifted up my arm and used the red silk sleeve to wipe away the remaining moisture on my face.

I drew in a shaky breath and walked around the room, as I passed one body stacked upon another I heard a ragged breath from my left. I quickly turned around and saw that it was Nala, spread eagled on the cold floor.

I leant down close to her ear " Nala? Nala? Can you hear me?" frantically hoping for a reply.

After a few agonizing seconds Nala nodded weakly and I cursed myself, I was trying to talk to her when I should be helping her.

I conjured some water in a glass and tipped it down her throat, gently making her swallow it.

After she had drunk three more glasses she looked like sha had a little more colour in her face, after about a minute she opened her eyes and looked at me while saying in a suprisingly strong voice " Thystra? Oh God Thystra!Iit was Michael: He's sided with the aliens, he brought some of them here and killed us one by one, i can still here them screaming" Nala closed her eyes as she grimaced, remembering it

" They didn't have enough time to kill us all, they left about three hours ago, i think. But they took the rest of us as hostages,even the children. I'm pretty sure they took Drake aswell"

Nala stopped there and i smiled, I had been hoping Drake wasn't dead, and that took some of the worry off my shoulders, but i was still pretty worried seeing as though he was probably being tortured right now.

Nala then coughed up some blood and i looked down at her: although she was looking better than she had been before, she needed a healer quickly, so i gripped both of her hands in mine and teleported to Veronia's mini-hospital and then pretty much as soon as i got there i passed out, it takes alot of energy to teleport you and someone else.

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So shes back at home!!!!!

poor her :(

btw if thystra comes off like a selfish bitch 2 u , then its only because thats how shes been treated her entire life.kk

sorry if this chappie was a bit boring :()

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