Sneak peak
I try to get past Caspian, trying to protect him. Caspian, however, stops me with his arm. “I will break your leg if you do that.”
I protested silently, but I felt frozen in place. Caspian looks back at the demons. “There’s nothing here for you.”
Malistaire walks past the demons, and they separate and stand like body guards. Caspian is surprised at my father’s arrival, but doesn’t show fear. He never shows fear.
I recall the words that Nikki spoke, loud and echoing, as if she was here, whispering in my ear. He will get his vengeance. Your friends, your family, and everyone that you ever loved.
Caspian walks forward slowly, eyes determined, standing up straight and proud, as always. I knew what was going to happen, but there was no way to stop it. My feet were glued to the floor, and my mouth was gagged by an invisible rope.
Malistaire is suddenly in front of Caspian in a matter of seconds, faster than a vampire or werewolf (which was impossible, I had been learning), with a sword in his stomach. Caspian’s heart-wrenching grunt of pain sends waves of fear through me, and I felt a terrible dying feeling press inside me, squeezing my lungs and heart.
“Caspian!” I screamed, trying to help him, but I magically could not move.
Caspian is breathes hard, and doesn’t fight back. It wasn’t like him. He cries out when Malistaire twists the sword in his stomach. He whispers quietly, pleading for me. “Mary…”
Malistaire pulls the sword out and Caspian falls to the ground.
“NO!” I screamed, my voice breaking in the end as I fall to the ground with him, cradling him in my arms, as he bled.
He will get his vengeance. Your friends, your family, and on everyone you ever loved.
It repeat like a warning, frighteningly honest.
Malistaire watches, smiling, his hands gleaming in Caspian’s blood. I gape as somebody comes up behind him, hands also covered in blood, but had never touched Caspian himself.
Wolf stood there, with no emotion on his face. His eyes were blank; no mercy in his eyes.
I held Caspian’s precious face in my hands, so strong that I couldn’t bear it. I didn’t understand why he wasn’t healing, like he healed in the night that we were attacked in Marleybone.
But Wolf wouldn’t betray us. He was good. He couldn’t do that to us.
Something was more wrong then it already was.
I sobbed over Caspian, shooting pains strangling my heart. I wonder how Malistaire could just stand there, marveling his work, and not kill me. I wonder how he could bewitch Wolf into my mind, making him look as if he was part of my love’s fatal wound. How could he not kill me, when I want to beg for it? How could he let me stand this pain?
The scene changes and I am not rooted to the spot, but running to my sisters for help in a graveyard. The sky is dark with millions of stars, and there is a grey mist looming over the graves. I ran past them, and instead of seeing the usual angel statues, I saw wraiths with their hands outstretched and demons with mutated faces. I whimper and run, looking for my friends.
I suddenly see Abby, and I cry out her name. I see Nikki, Sophia, Ellie, and Bell
“What’s going on?” I notice their fear, and suddenly stop running.
Their bodies quickly turn into smoke, and I begin to run again. Rushing towards where they had stood, I felt tears running down my face. My head pounded, and whatever was chasing me, I hoped to death it couldn’t hear my heartbeat. I wondered if anything was chasing me at all, or if it was just my fears. Looking around, I gasped.
There were five graves, all facing me, while I stood in the middle. Crying out, I fell, holding myself. Roots from the ground grab my ankles and wrists, and hold me down when the graves with my sister’s names come forward, moving towards me. I look farther, and I see more names. I see the names of Sierra, Alia, Ronan, Fiona, Rowan, Caspian, Ambrose, Richard; people of the Order, Enforcement, Ravenwood, Mooshu- everybody’s names on them start to move forward. I even saw Wolf’s, whom I just saw with Malistaire, not committing the crime of killing my true love, but perhaps being framed for it. I was suffocating.
I felt memories swimming through my mind as I cried, trying to block out my fears of the deaths of everybody I loved, everybody who I ever met, everybody that were all innocent.
Every word was so vivid and memorizing, for it was cold and hard set in my mind, forever shocking and catching flame my love and compassion of who I cared for.
I was still alive, but I felt as my heart was dead.
I was one of those who would be broken beyond repair if the people I loved were killed before my eyes would be me.
I heard Caspian’s voice, memories from sitting near the fireplace in his manor: “You're still trying to protect me. Real or not real?”
“Real, because that's what you and I do, protect each other.” I had answered, because it was the truth.
I saw the night stars swirling, like a whirl pool in the sky. The circular, spinning diagram, like a spinning wheel of design. The symbol of the Angels; the symbol that was tattooed onto the back our necks, showing who we really were on the inside. Special.
More tears ran down my face.
“It is the unknown we fear when we look upon death and darkness, nothing more.”
The roots around my wrists and ankles let go.
“Numbing the pain for a while will only make it worse when you finally feel it.” Abby’s voice was just as sympathetic and honest as it was the first time. I yearned to reach out to her, or reach out to anybody, but I was alone.
I felt butterflies in my stomach and my head fly back, and I woke up in cold sweat, tangled in my sheets in my bed.
This scene is NOT official, which means that it can be edited ANY TIME. It most likely wont, however. Hope you liked it!
-Bloody Mary <3
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