[Completed] Amira is a human who finds herself thrust into a world she doesn't know. Once she wakes up in the strange town of Woling, she has to fight to regain the memories of the evils she committed in order to keep her past from destroying everyt...
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"Don't touch me."
All there was, was read, thick, permanent red that should be rushing through bodies, and not clinging to every surface imaginable. Blood stuck to my skin, dripped from the tip of the dagger, coated the walls– every bit of everything was stained red.
It all smelled like iron too, wafting through the air and making bile rise in my throat. The rising smell of death permeated my clothing and the thin fabric wrapped around my mouth and nose. It was nearly indescribable, but it made my eyes water and all of my muscles tense as fight or flight threatened to take over.
This was sick. I was going to be sick.
"You did good," The moment Eon's hand touched my shoulder I jerked away. Every fiber of my being was taut with the need to sprint and find somewhere to hide out, to pretend that this never even happened.
I needed to wash away these sins, all this blood.
I did good? This wasn't something to be proud of. It was wrong, not morally grey, but a solid black spot on my soul. It was evil.
"I said, don't touch me, Eon!" Static clouded my world, numbing all of my senses until all I was was a sea of white noise and red walls and the sick smell of the deceased. Blindly I took a step away, only to be spun back dizzyingly fast with his hand clamped on my shoulder.
"Don't walk away from me, Amira," Angry red eyes glared down at me, and in my nauseous, panicked state, I grit my teeth and glared back with all of the hatred I could muster. He looked so unaffected, of course, because only humans feel guilt. Whatever he was felt nothing.
"Let me go," My back hit the wall with a solid thud, Eon pressing into me from the front.
My shoulder dug into the wall behind me sharply and I squirmed against his immobilizing hold persistently up until I looked back at his expression.
Don't be a dummy.
Don't piss off a killer.
Hah! I'm a killer, don't piss me off.
Whatever, his gaze had me freezing, frantically rushing through every scenario my frazzled brain could think up. I always knew that he was a predator, but here I was faced with the evidence. He was lethal, without a doubt, and that terrified me more than what we just did.
He could break me like a small little piece of balsa wood.
Right now it looked like he really wanted to.
"You don't get to walk away from me, Morris, not now, not ever," He hissed into my face, the light catching his eyes in a way that sort of reminded me of a big cat.
