[ONGOING]Crimson Heroes (Ikarishipping)

CHAPTER 18

Chapter 18

"Run!! It's the cursed half-blood!"

"He's real! Run or you'll die!"

"Waaaaah! Ruuuuun!!"

"How is this possible? He can't possibly exist!"

Dawn stood frozen on the center field of the school gymnasium. She was surrounded by her screaming school mates and teachers running around in a frenzied panic trying to run away from something or someone. Piles of bloodied dead bodies were littered like confetti on the gymnasium floor and the upper benches of the stadium. The screaming of everyone sounded like howling gust of a merciless typhoon.

From the chaos and massacre that orchestrated right before her eyes, she slowly traced her hands and arms and noticed how it was unusually normal, no blood stain and no injuries. She seemed to be someone not part of the ongoing holocaust as if witnessing all of it as a holographic representation of herself from a different dimension.

"Thi-this c-can't be... Yo-you ca-can't po-pos-possibly be re-real!"

She heard a dying gasp behind her followed by a thud which she could not imagine to be something else other than an additional body to the count.

The aroma that drafted by her made her automatically turn her head around. His aroma has always been so strangely enticing to her, not only that it was unworldly it reminded her of something rooted deep inside of her that she has yet to dig out and acknowledge. She could almost undeniably feel that she was born to become a part of him.

And right there before her stood a shadowy figure full of gray static like a forgotten memory trying to resurface.

"Paul..?" Her voice quivered lightly.

Dawn tried moving, whether to step back or move closer, she does not know exactly for sure. But her legs felt glued to the floor. The static figure hovered inching closer to her savoring each centimeter with withheld bloodlust. A bloodlust that didn't seem to faze her, not one bit.

"Wh...why, why are you..why are you doing this...?" She managed to let out only to be answered with nothing but the continuous screaming of everybody around them that soon became dead eerie silence. "You...you can't keep doing this... Paul.."

"Is this what you really want?? Paul! Stop this already!!"

As the static grew closer and closer to Dawn, the figure remained as ambiguous as she saw it from afar. But she knew it was him, no amount of darkness and alienation could make her forget his aroma. The static soon dissipated and transformed to a mist that slowly enveloped Dawn's body, scaling and snaking from her petrified feet up to her legs and all the way up to her neck.

"Stop it already...stop doing this..." A tear slipped down past her cheek. "You are not a monster, aren't you?"

The intimacy of it made her close her eyes and bit her lips in horrid anticipation. She gasped one last time before holding her breath.

"A monster, apparently." She could hear the mist whisper to her ear, that unmistakably familiarly cold and unamused tone sent a ringing chime down her spine.  She could feel Paul almost materializing within her and possessing her body through the mist. "Isn't it obvious?" It was the last thing she heard before she could almost feel Paul's teeth sink deep into her neck.

.....

Dawn jolt up of bed drenched in cold sweat. Her gag reflex instantly kicked in sending her off running to the bathroom as she vomited on the sink. It took her a couple of minutes before she was able to keep herself together. She leaned on the sink, her knees rocking from that run she just made right after a deep sleep. She examined herself on the mirror. Her skin has gone pale and her eyes shot blood. She sighed and witnessed how her hands trembled.