Cursed (PREKLIATIE- English version)

34.Chapter

Song to this chapter: Ruelle-Live Like Legends

Gumo's memories

Don't think. Don't breathe shallowly. Don't let yourself be controlled.
Thoughts fell silent. The breath settled. I didn't feel any magic to absorb my body. I could only feel her. And her breath on my face.
"Do you think it's that simple? Do you really think you can defend my magic?" Freya said.
I didn't think so. I stopped thinking. I controlled my mind and prevented it from plunging into my thoughts, memories, past.
"You're trying unnecessarily to remember nothing you've ever experienced. All you have to do is hit one weak spot and your nonsensical shield will fall apart into tiny pieces that you'll never put together again."
I didn't listen to her. I imagined her words scattering around me, as if I had a magnet around me that pushed away all the negative ones coming out of her mouth with its positive charge.
"Your destiny is long overdue. There is no one here to save you. I have your life in my hands now. What an interesting feeling."
I kept my eyes closed the whole time. I didn't want to see that disfigured face scar all over her left eye and eyebrows. I just had to concentrate.
Rhythm. Keep him. Just keep that rhythm of your breath.
I felt her breath reach the same, unchanging pace.
The blood in my veins was boiling. It literally has eaten away from the inside. My heart rate rose suddenly.
"Did I hit that delicate place in your engraved and shy soul that hasn't surrendered to anyone yet?"
Breath, that breathing. Unsteady, upset like my thoughts.
Don't stop believing, do you hear? Get up immediately.
I arranged my thoughts. He took a deep breath. I would need clean air to satisfy my mind, but I can't expect it. The enclosed room she had strapped into had no openings to get fresh breeze and sun, only a small lousy source of light shining above our heads. The chains that cut into my wrists seemed very tight. I could feel tiny streams of blood flowing from behind the hard metal. The dry mouth was unbearable. I couldn't calm my frightened heart. I couldn't stop thinking about my past, my mother, my family and my life. I stopped paying attention to my thoughts.
"That's exactly what I wanted to achieve. Your mind doesn't listen to you, does it? You're lost. There's nothing left for you, give in to me."
I felt a rush of energy from her mind. She tried to influence me. Manipulate. Get me where she wanted to go. To her domination.
"You will only be mine, you understand? You will be my berzerk. You will kill under my command. You will have no past or future. You will not know anyone who was once dear to you. Your body and mind will only want to kill, your soul and self-control will no longer exist You will be one in a million. "
She screamed. She was screaming at me, screaming in my mind, I heard her disgusting voice everywhere. My attempts to stabilize my breath and thoughts failed. I couldn't keep the lines that pressed into my mind.
"You will be an obedient and emaciated assassin controlled by me. Surrender and serve me."
That was the last straw in an already overflowing cup.
I opened my eyes, which turned dark, and I felt like I was changing. I felt it wasn't me anymore but someone else. I was a berzerk created with magic.

Present

“Who is your creator, Jäger?” Lilianna asks.
"She doesn't exist anymore." Jäger replies without resisting. And he began to laugh a lot.
"What was her name? Name, say it!" the brunette's voice raised.
"Enrica. Her name was Enrica. But no one will help you reverse the spell, because only she could. Hahaha."
The door opened, someone threw a smoke grenade into the room, which exploded. We started choking. Armed men entered the room and gunfire began. Some of us have been hit by bullets. We fell unconscious. Spike was the first to wake up. He saw everything very blurred and there was an unpleasant rumble in his ears. He was looking for someone by touch, but he couldn't find anyone. He saw only the blurred outline of a figure in a pole of smoke and dust. It was Argent.
"Spike, what happened here?" Spike just stared at him silently, rubbing his eyes.
"Gumo, Derek, Sergei, George, are you okay?"
Derek and I and I caught the most gunshot wounds.
When we started waking up after half an hour, we found out that Jäger was gone. They freed him from the heavy shackles and freed him.
In the room where the mannequin was sewing, the guardian of thoughts stood again.
Lilianna and Nick lay at the end of the room. The wall above them peeled off and there was a mark on it.
"The mark. I know it. The dove and the double cross. It's the shield's mark. Jäger worked with the shield." said Argent after a while.