I sat speechless on my hospital bed as the little girl, Diana, rambled on about this ridiculous story, her grandma being a witch who put a spell on her parents. The curse only took effect when they ate broccoli. I did my best not to look skeptical, but I couldn't help but let my mind wander slightly. I slowly looked towards the door, the hospital was unusually quiet, which made me hesitate and look back at Diana. The little girl was still rambling on and didn't mind insulting me a few times just to show how more superior she was. All I could think was: "No wonder her grandma wants her to go to sleep...She never shuts up."
I glanced at the clock and stopped Diana in her tracks. Her train of thought screeching to a halt. "It's really late, and I need to get some rest so I can heal up. Otherwise, how can I help you?" I smiled slightly at her. Her eyes watched me for a second with hurt and anger before switching to a happy smile.
I stared in shock at the form before me, yet the nurse and doctor did not react to his presence. Could they not see him? "You're right, they can't see me. Only you can. Thanks to that snake, Apophis... Of course, then again, I was the one that broke the seal." He flashed me a grin, his steps moving beside my bed, I stared at him, motionless. "Let's go for a walk, shall we?" He grabbed my arm and yanked me onto my feet. Pain slammed through my chest as I stumbled. He held my shoulders and smiled. "Can you stand, princess?" "What...the..." I gasped, trying to figure out what just happened. The room looked different through the hazy field my pain gave me. It felt like my energy was being drained. I looked towards my bed, muffled voices and noises circling around the bed as the patient lay there motionless. Pyro let me lean onto him since my strength was very thin. My eyes strained to look at my body that had collapsed. The n
A slow beating sound soon pierced the darkness, thu-thump. Thu-thump. Was it a heartbeat? Pyro came to mind suddenly, when he plunged his hand into me—my heart. He said he would keep it... He has my... Heart? I slowly felt my body coming back to me, the sluggish feeling settling as I looked at the bulky figure that stood next to me. He had hospital scrubs on, and a surgical mask. The blinding light he clicked on made me wince. The sudden cold touch of his gloved hand on my abdomen made me jump slightly. I tried to lift my head, but...I couldn't. Confusion and fear ran on a rampage in my veins. The pain was a dull sting at first but quickly became unbearable. The pain started above my belly button, then slid up my body till it reached my ribcage. I tried to scream. The feeling of drips of some liqui
I shivered as I looked at the strange mark. A thin black line stretched horizontally on my wrist; above the center of the line were two more, this time they were swirled at either end. The swirls were opposite to each other. A single smooth swirl on either end of each line. In the center was the outline of a diamond. I gently ran a finger over the mark, feeling a throb of power suddenly spike through my forearm. A small echo pierced through my head. That same deep, powerful voice I thought was soothing, spoke, "Every deal comes with a consequence. You have the power to protect and defend yourself. But you have to pay me back with blood." MY blood?The thought seemed to echo, and a deep chuckle seemed to respond. "No. In order to keep this power, you have to take someone's life. If you refuse, my power will be ripped away from you, and I'll devour you.." I grabbed my head with both hands, a headache starting to thrum.
My mind was a blank slate, nothing came to my mind. The purple eyes gave a gentle shimmer as it stretched out its wings slightly, a glimpse of markings on the inner wings. As the small dragon left my hand and landed on my hospital bed, its body scales had a candy paint effect that is used for cars. I thought of my dream car for a split second as I recalled the faint memory. A mustang with Peacock Chromacoat paint job along with black spokes and barrel. I think I was thirteen, it was for a class. "Are you listening to me?" I snapped back from my daydream and looked at the dragon again. "Hm?" I said, unable to help my sudden fascination with his scale colors. He growled in response, a small puff of smoke coming up from his nostrils as I reached out to run my fingers on his scales. He hissed and moved back slightly as he started pacing on my bed again. "Sorry, it's hard to f
I felt the smaller building's roof with a sharp pain in my ankle, I started to cry out before covering my mouth. I couldn't get myself caught just yet. I looked up from where I jumped. Although I didn't jump to the ground, the fall just to the smaller portion of the building made me wish I did jump to my death. I looked at my ankle and rubbed it slightly, grimacing as I slowly stood up again. I looked around the roof. It was rather plain, the only real color is from the red bricks and the pale green door that led back into the hospital. I looked over to the electrical system. It would be a bad idea to cause a commotion this early... But wouldn't it make it harder for Belial to find me? Or to get caught in general? The dragon seemed to ponder this for a moment before tsking and grumbling. Thank you, winged-lizard. &n
I looked around vacantly, nothing was processing. And I didn't care. Shobek slowly crouched down and laid his wing out for me to slide down from. It took me a few seconds to register my movements. When I finally felt the ground I looked at my hands. I am trembling. I slowly looked up at Shobek, his eyes showing a hint of annoyance as he sighed and wandered towards a crater. I slowly looked away, taking in the black stone ground and the falling ashes around me. The temperature around me was definitely hotter than any weather we ever had on the surface. But for me, all I felt was a vast emptiness. The dark world was only lit up by the glows of fire and lava. The underworld. It was quiet, but I could feel the anguish in the air. The fear. "Are you going to stand there all day?" Shobek growled. I slowly turned back to where I had seen him, the dragon's figure nearly invisible if it wasn't for the glints of his scales or gl
Shobek slowed his pace a little after a long walk, a light starting to peek at me as I walked behind him. Our footfalls were in sync as we approached the yawning room that was before us. Why are all of these guys' basements so large? I questioned silently to myself, glancing at the young boy, internally scolding myself about blindly following someone I don't know. If this was the normal world, I would run away from things like this. I mean, what kinda girl follows a guy she hardly knows into a basement? Or why would she EVER follow them knowing that they are from the supernatural? "Get your head out of the clouds. We'll start with the basics. I want you to do a jab, cross, jab, then an undercut." The boy glanced back at me as he walked a little further away. "As...in punching?" I followed a few feet behind him, watching him make himself comfortable atop a large rock. He looked down at me as he sat crisscrossed, watchin
Kasey stared at the deceiving form of the young boy. Though she was well aware that he was far older than her, she felt a pull towards him, wanting to protect him. His age didn't coincide with his actions, not all the time anyway. Shobek stared deep into Kasey's eyes as if reading her like a book. He hissed and jerked his chin back to where she had previously been when practicing. "Get back to work." My body was exhausted by the time Shobek let me rest. It had been a few hours since I started and I was ready to quit. Shobek sat on his rock with his eyes close. Meditating I suppose. I plopped down on the ground taking deep breaths to steady my heartbeat. I stared aimlessly at the expansive room around me, my thoughts drifting back to what I had done. Nausea started rippling through me, my eyes slowly looking down at my hands that rested on my knees. I could almost feel the handle in my hand again. The