Chlerek

Chlerek

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Here I am, running, through the darkness of the night. The cool breeze blowing against my skin, straight through my thin shirt. I felt something run past me, but I knew who. "Derek! I will find you this time!" I heard what may have been a slight chuckle. Not a human chuckle, though. More of a grunt that I recognize as a laugh. I felt a breeze again, a little stronger this time. I knew he was close. Then I heard steps behind me and... SMACK. I ran right into him. He toppled over and I got down on my knees on the ground, petting his fur. He looked exhausted, which I'm not surprised. I knew why he was weak, it was time for him to change back. He started twitching on his arm then leg, and after a couple snaps and pops it was over. I stood up and grabbed his clothes giving them to him. After he put them on he scooped me up in his arms, and kissed me. His warm but firm arms held me. His scent consumed me. Him.
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I woke to a sudden breeze invading the warmth from the heavy blanket that caressed my skin. Here, alone with my thoughts, the still, calm quiet in the atmosphere is almost painful. I feel suffocated in the clingy, static air. In quiet, still moments like these, I can almost feel Him. I don't know who "Him" is, but I can feel his presence. It's almost calming, especially on fearful, anxiety fueled nights. Usually, he was the strongest when I had a nightmare. The nightmares weren't as common now, but, right after everything happened, I was having them every night. I'd wake up and swear I was drenched in blood, my eyes and lips sticky, my nose filled with the smell of iron and fuel. After everything, that's when Him first came. From there, he just never left. I can usually sense when Him is near. Today, though, his presence is stronger. I can almost feel Him next to me, weighing down the mattress. Some nights, I roll over and imagine how he looks, envision his smile or the sparkle in his eyes. He's never there and I'm left clutching to the thought that he exists, staring into empty air. Tonight, though, I swear I can reach out and touch him. Extending my hand gently, I sweep my hand out into the darkness and meet an inexplicable warmth. A scream rips from my lungs as hands cover my face and two icy blue eyes stare back at me, daring me to speak again. A soft cloth caressed my nose and mouth before I felt myself fade into bed. All Rights Reserved. Contains graphic descriptions of violence and assault. Contains battle scene.

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