Her fingers slide across my hand, her gentle movement of holding my hand. “It'll be alright...”
“No it won't! What do you take me for, an idiot?” My pulse quickens and I feel the rage of my fear wash over me.
“No...” She whispers, sounding scared of me, scared of my rage. “It's just that... that... that I'm not really worth the trouble...”
I stare off into the distance, knowing that Gabe is out there somewhere plotting against me. “You're worth everything!” I yell, asserting my dominance. It's not love or fear that truly ignites me. It's control. Beside me stands a girl of unsurpassed beauty. Sure she has her flaws, physical and emotional, but it is not perfection that is truly perfect. What is truly perfect is wholeheartedly accepting someone's flaws. When you can stand to accept someone's flaws like that, it's essential that you keep them under your control. This is something I believe I have grown quite good at. Practice makes perfect after all. So many girls are just looking for the first guy that tells them that they're beautiful, or perfect. These girls are silly, yes, but do what I say, and I like that about them. And Gabe wants to take my greatest prize away from me.
“No...” She whispers, but doesn't say much more. A white sparrow drops from the sky and lands in the forest to my right. The sky begins to change, much like the leaves of the trees are. The sunlight bends and runs over the edge, allowing bright hues of pink and red to replace the blue on the horizon. A grey cloud, bordering exactly between white and black, seems unchanged by the colors. It stands there, almost alone. A larger, darker cloud stands above it. The darker cloud is in power, for now.
“So you just want me to let you die? Should I walk away, or watch you suffer? I don’t care what you want, you’re my girl!” I yell at her, afraid to lose my favourite toy. I want to kill that son of a bitch, Gabe, for what he said.
“She will die by nightfall, but only as you continue to hold onto her.” I remember him saying, each word burned into my memory like the hate for him. The idiot thinks that he’s in love with her and that I’m not good for her. What a moron. I’m the best for her. But he doesn’t see that so he decided that he will kill her by midnight. What really scares me is if he can really do it. He quickly took her away from me, only for a moment and he stayed in sight, respecting my rules that she follows so well. He told her something that I couldn’t hear. She refuses to tell me. I think they shook hands, with her hand quickly retreating back into her purse. He smiled and nodded at her, as if he gave her an order. This set me off and I walked over to them, but he was long gone before I could get to him. That was two hours ago. The sky was blue with white clouds scattering it, and there was one dark grey cloud on the horizon.
The indecisive grey dress that she wears now matches my own grey shirt, but mine is a slightly darker grey. I turn and look at her, staring deep into her innocent, yet guilty soul. The loose dress waves in the breeze. I take a deep breath, calming the storm, and soaking up the oxygen like a sponge soaks up blood. “I just don't want to lose you, that's all. You're wonderful, beautiful, and smart. You're perfect.”
“No...” She whispers much like the old dog whimpers in defeat, but picks up very slightly in volume. Her hand chills, sending shivers through my body. The thought of losing her settles in my stomach, causing the restless sea in my stomach to worsen. A new wave of fear washes over me.
“We have to do something!” I declare after a few moments of absolute silence. She gives me a hopeless look and her gaze recoils back towards the lively horizon. Birds sing in the distance as they dance across the sky. “We can fight them maybe that might stop them!”
“No...” She whispers, volume increasing slightly with every word. “Stop...” A single tear runs down her face. I go to catch it before it falls, but it slips through my fingers as if they were made of air. I breathe heavily, holding back the real extent of my fear.
“I know we have to stop them! I just don't know how! Don't worry, I've got this!” My hands burn like fire. She slowly looks at me. Her head goes from side to side, repeating what she's been saying for the past few minutes. The ice-cold hands slip through my fingers like her tear did. My hands engulf in flames, invisible flames that left marks on my soul.
“No...” She whispers with her bare feet carrying her out of my arm's reach. She walks towards the setting sun, chasing the last rays of light. I stand motionless, watching the grey cloud turn white. No thoughts enter my mind.
“Hey! Get back here!” I order the escaping slave, but she continues. Her actions out-tongue my orders. I continue yelling at her from afar as I watch the white, and free, cloud leave. I chase after her and grab her pale arm. “Stop. You are not going anywhere.”
Her eyes stare into mine defiantly, fighting my grip over her. “Yes I am.” Her voice is strong, no longer shy and weak. She is fighting my power. This girl, my object, is fighting my power. A rage builds up inside of me.
“What did you say?” I scream at her, my body tensing up. My hand squeezes her arm, bruising it. Her other hand reaches into her purse and pulls something out. The last rays of light reflect off of it, blinding me. I pull my other arm in front of my eyes to block the blinding light.
“I said: Yes. I. Am!” She screams back at me, making a quick movement with her free arm. Blood runs onto her pale white arm from my sliced arm. I howl in pain and let her arm go. She starts to run away, but I quickly chase after her.
“No you don’t!” I yell at her as I wrap my arms around her like a boa snake, almost crushing her. I see over her squished shoulders to see what lies in her hand, waiting to strike again. That son of a bitch gave her a dagger. There’s blood on the white blade, my crimson blood. The blood is crimson like my rage. I squeeze her with all of my might, crushing her ribs against her lungs. She begins to cough violently and a crazy smile breaks across my face.
“Going to behave now?” I instruct her with a twisted humour to it. She shakes her head and as I go to squeeze more, my arm is sliced by the dagger again. The bitch put it in the way so I would cut myself! I let go of her, letting her slip through my arms like her tear did. I violently yell after her. “Come back here! You’re my property!”
I chase after her with raging crimson blood streaming down my arms, draining my power. She turns around suddenly, just before I was going to wrap my constricting arms around her again. She points the blade at my heart, and I quickly try to stop, but momentum makes me continue. The blade pierces my body, entering my cold dead heart. I drop to the cold road. She stands above me and begins shaking. A smile of true happiness stretches across her face. The bloodied dagger drops to the ground in front of me. Her hair swings as she hurriedly turns around and runs away.
“No...” I whisper, dying as a landless labourer after living as a king. “Stop...”
-Zero
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