I slowly lifted my eyelids and as the strong smell of baby powder and boiled pumpkin filled my nose I started to wonder where I was. My mouth was extremely dry and I opened my mouth to say something a few times, but just a whisper for the word water escaped my mouth. I smacked my lips together a few times. I was laying down in a very comfortable bed in a room that I did not recognize, and when I turned my head I could see the bright sun shining through the window and I squinted my eyes shut and I turned my head back into cover, and when I turned it to the other side I saw an IV that was stuck into my arm with a drip hanging on the cold pipe opposite of me.
It felt like I had been asleep for years, but I was still physically exhausted. I looked around me at the cream-colored walls, and a closed wooden door. There was an open door at the corner in front of me that showed a clear picture of a bathroom. Where was I? The last thing I could remember was falling out of Shadow City and Emelia. Maybe I was sentenced to earth, and I was asleep for so long that I grew old and somebody put me in an old age home. That would explain the smell of boiled pumpkins and baby powder. I pushed myself up from the bed, still confused, and I placed my cold feet onto the wooden flooring. Maybe this was still Shadow City, and I was hallucinating. Maybe this was a predator's house. So many thoughts flooded through my mind, and I felt so confused.
I got up and withdrew the needle out of my arm slowly and blood came out and I pressed down on it with my thumb before it ran down over my hand. I started taking soft and wary steps towards the bathroom and flashbacks of my first house in Shadow City's bathroom came to me. I closed my eyes, and shrugged the memories off. My feet felt weird and strange against the floor and I ran my finger across the smooth cream wall before I walked into the bathroom. I stepped onto the cold tiles, with a large shower that was almost the size of the bed and at my right stood a toilet in front of me and a long counter with two sinks on top of it, and a large mirror that covered the whole wall. The light above me was on, because without it one could not see in this bathroom.
I went towards the toilet and grabbed a piece of toilet paper and I stuck it against my arm, and I took a deep breath for a second. I opened my eyes, ready to face myself in the mirror and I turned around in total shock. I ran my hand over my smooth face and my pale skin which was the same as when I was seventeen years old. I looked at my reflection, and the bed gown that I was in reflected something silvery and shiny around my healthy neck. I took it out with calm hands and saw the small cross necklace that my mother gave me on my seventeenth birthday. I looked back into the mirror, and I let go of the necklace and I looked at my unfamiliar face, like it just wasn't me anymore. Those hazel eyes and dark brown hair didn't belong to me. These clean clothes didn't suit me. This body was too clean and too unbroken to actually belong to me. I stuck my hand up my back and I could not feel any scar from the stab, and all the scars that I got from Shadow City was gone.
Water, my mind told me and I looked down at the faucet and quickly pushed the cold side up and the water came spiraling out softly, and I bent down and sucked in as much water as I could to hydrate my whole mouth. When I was satisfied, I pushed the faucet back down and I gave my reflection one last glance, not actually feeling like this was real, and I walked back out towards the room. The smell of pumpkin and baby powder was still high in the air. I slowly walked towards the brown door that led to the smell, and I slowly opened the door as I gulped and wished that I had my gun or my knife. I could hear voices coming from around the corner, and this house seemed familiar but I couldn't remember it. I walked out silently and towards the wall that was far out in front of me. There must be a weapon somewhere. I shimmied myself up against it and went down the hall with soft steps, going closer to the voices.
"Maddox, eat your damn vegetables!" I heard Becky's voice say and I could hear a little boy chuckling and a spoon falling onto the ground.
"No!" the little boy yelled at Becky and I could hear her let out a frustrated groan. The little boy laughed at Becky's frustration. I frowned, as I could feel two bright and powerful angelic powers in the room and then Becky's. This must be fake, right?
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Nephilims Death
Fantasy'The problem with this place was that there was no resurrection in Shadow City, nor were there heroes, but only ghosts that wandered and wondered, but when wonder turned into insanity, that was when the predators were born. ' With Christina dead, Wi...
