Fate

Fate

A Story by Clar
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This is a short story inspired by one of my favorite books. Very unique, enjoy (:

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I woke up in nothing but a field.

          I had fallen into a deep sleep. And now, here I am. Based on the past events I knew what was to follow. The Shadows have called onto me, again. To change my path of life. I have only seen them once in my life. And once you see a Shadow, you find every other human so much less attractive. The Shadows are flawless, beautiful. Thousands of years old, yet not one wrinkle, not one imperfection on their perfect faces. Their lips red as blood. Hair dark as midnight. Eyes, grey and endless. Soul piercing.

          I looked around for them. A sign of life, anywhere. This was not new to me. They have called onto me numerous times, I've lost count. My patience grew thin as I waitedfor anything t happen. Suddenly, a star appeared. It shined ever so beautifully. The star pulled my attention as if I were a baby staring at a TV for the first time. I watched in awe as I heard the soft, soothing voice of an angel,

of a Shadow.

The voice spoke with grace and with so much elegance that overlooked what was said. I was shoved out of my daydream by a force so powerfull, I felt my insides push against my spinal cord, breaking it.

          My body twitched violently with pain as I let out a blood-curdling scream. I heard my own hartbeat slowing down. I was dying. My insides were out of place, my leg was bent the oppisite direction and my arm was two inches from its socket. I felt fire. A flame creeping all over my skin. Burning my flesh and capping my throat and nostrils, stealing my only breath. In a matter of a second, it all stopped.

          My body recovered and everythig was back to normal, lik nothing happened. I was on my feet again. The star still there. But now, faintly visible. Almost gone. I heard the voicespeak again, this time I was careful to listen.

          "I will not repeat myself, child. I have a task for you." The star was gone now. I spoke with patience, "and what would it be?"

          "I need an assassination to be done." My head filled with questions. Why me? Why can't she do it? She just almot killed me right now. Isn't she capable?

"Why? Can't you-"

"Silence. I know you're questioning my requ- order. I am powerful. But this human attempts to be more powerful than We. It is against our nature to kill a child of our own. We can cause pain, but killing is out of our reach. We chose you becuase you seem to be so familiar, and comfortable with us. You are willing to do thi-"

"What?! I can't kill anyone. Thats insan-" A cloud of pain begun to invade my body. "Okay okay. I'm sorry, I'll do it!" No change in the pain. Only stronger. "PLEASE. I won't interupt again. Promise! Arrgg!"

The pain took a sudden pause. Back to normal.

"Good. I will place you in training with my bretheren so that you may takeon the abilities of an assassin. You will murder Jacob Reese. You will not use any weapons. You will exlain to him the reason of his death, and than kill him. Quick, and silent. Than you must escape your athorities. Do you understand?"

I stood there, trying to analyze my task. All theese things in my head. I will learn how to KILL someone. I will kill someone just for testing the power of the Shadows. And on top of that I will have to escape the police? The Shadow spoke again before I continued wth my thoughts.

"This task sould be easy considering you are capable of getting close to Jacob."

My heart stopped. I suddenly realized my target. The person I'm supposed to kill.

Jacob Reese. My boyfriend.

Crap.

© 2013 Clar


Author's Note

Clar
This is the first short story I every wrot and my keyboard is stupid so it doesnt type somethings. Sorry

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