Enemy Basis | COMPLETE

20| is this possible?

I ran until my legs threatened to buckle beneath me, my body a vessel emptied of all feeling. I stopped near a grove of trees, their leaves rustling gently in the pre-dawn breeze. This part of town was a foreign landscape, eerie and unfamiliar but I didn't care. The emptiness inside me had deepened into a profound indifference. The stalker could take me now and do whatever he wanted; I didn't have the strength to fight back anymore. A bone-deep weariness had settled over me, extinguishing the last embers of resistance.

I had been fighting several fronts my entire life and all I truly wanted was some peace, some serenity. I never asked for a life with so many challenges and problems and I was starting to get so sick of it.

I walked down a path until a cluster of trees surrounded me, no longer able to see the moon. But every several steps, the light silver glow reflected through the gap in the trees, until I was coated in it, warming me up from the chill of the night. I had no clue what time it was but I knew that it was very early in the morning. After the fuckery of tonight, I couldn't find the energy to care what my mum would say about it or what she would do when she saw me. There was nothing she could do to make me feel worse or more tired.

After a few minutes of randomly walking, instead of the quiet that I had grown used to, there was an unmistakable ruffle in the leaves several feet behind me, and the sound of rushed footsteps graced my ears.

Someone was following me but unlike all of the other times that danger was present, I merely turned around and waited for whoever it was to come out and be done with it. I wasn't going to fight; all my energy had drained until it felt like an empty well inside of my chest.

I waited, not knowing who to expect but I had a gut feeling that it was not the stalker. After a moment, when the figure came out from the shadows of the darkened trees, I realised that I was right - it wasn't the stalker.

It was Dorran.

He looked magnificent underneath the silver spray of the night's light, shining as if he were an angel gracing the earth in all his luminescent glory. But as he moved forward, and the darkness played on his skin, there was an unmistakable predatory edge to his movements that hinted of something more dangerous lurking beneath the surface.

As he approached, I noticed a sheen of perspiration on his skin as if he had been running. And on his usually impassive, stone-cold, silver face, an unexpected flicker of relief when he spotted me. It was a fleeting expression, yet undeniable, a stark contrast to the usual indifference I was accustomed to. Something had shifted within him, something unsettling.

Regardless, it didn't matter. All I wanted was to be alone and if he was here to have another fight or use me as his punching bag, he would be sorely disappointed. I was here to have some peace and not have to fight anyone for once. My weakened body turned away from him and sat on the green earth, not looking at anything in particular as I willed the boy to not start anything and leave me be.

My mind and body felt numb, a hushed silence settling over me as I heard his footsteps drawing closer. All I craved was this fragile peace, this suspended state where feeling ceased to exist. I wanted to melt into the darkness, to become anonymous under the night sky, the stars as the cool air brushed against my skin. I yearned to shed the weight of all my burdens and anxieties, no longer be Darcy and simply be... nothing.

When I could no longer hear Dorran approach, I was sure that he had left, but I was surprised when his long body folded itself until he was perched next to me on the slightly damp earth, shoulders dwarfing me, thighs touching mine. If it wasn't for this contact, I would've thought I was imagining things, that he wasn't sitting here right beside me peacefully as if this was the most normal thing in the world.