"No…"
"I have to."
He glared at the ground, the trees, my hair, which was reaching out angrily
into the harsh winds. Anywhere but me. The moon glowed through the encroaching darkness,
if only I had a moon all to myself.
"You only think you do. A rebel, you call yourself, but you're still just
a slave to your own fears. You think you're the one we need? They’ll just whisk
you away like everyone else. You can't do anything. It's too late, Ariah.
You're just leading yourself to your own death when you could be saving the
both of us."
With cold seeping into the very marrow of my bones and my toes curled over the
edge of a dark cliff overlooking the supposedly pure waters, a slight toothpick
of pain pierced me. He hardly knows me. Even a friend wouldn't have tried that
pointless argument on me. I turned to face him, stepping forward, forcing him
to back away.
"And you call me selfish!" I smiled slightly, and his expression
darkened. He unfolded his arms from around himself and dropped them to his
sides in mock defeat, a flash of silver in his throwing hand that would have
been invisible if not for the bright, full moon.
That's what saved me that night. The moon. How many times I thought that a boy
would save me, and it was that beautiful planet instead, ha! I think I prefer
that glowing stellar body in any situation.
"You can be happy, you can live with me, I'd do anything for you…"
All lies. He must have been with another girl again…or he doesn't know me in
the least. Right. "…You're giving up everything. Everything we had,
everything your family gave you-"
My calm laugh broke his crazed pleading, "I'm happy right now, Razon, I've
never been happier."
Something snapped in his eyes, something died a resentful death and something
else, something that was deeply repressed before, took control. His already
quiver-tight jaw tightened- I feared it would snap- and the spark of reason in
his eyes was smothered as if a lit match in a windstorm.
"They were right about you. They all were," I winced, remembering the
nasty rumors that didn’t even hint at the truth, "They all said from the
start that you would flee for the forest, becoming one of those terrors- but I
didn’t believe them for your sake. I'll be doing the world a favor when I kill
you. I've given you many chances, selfish witch, but yet you laugh in my
face!" He roared the last bit and it seemed to echo in my ears. Maybe I
had pushed him too far, but then again if he knew from the start, why did he
bother to try and sabotage my escape?
He lunged forward; I danced away from the turmoil in the waters below while
dodging his clumsy jabs. He turned, holding the small knife awkwardly, as if it
were likely to gain its own mind and bite him instead, glaring as if he
actually believed his words.
He wasn't going to give up. If the only thing we had alike, stubborness was it.
I glanced over the edge, the old nervousness of the churning waters below
returned from a forgotten childhood; I wasn't supposed to jump, I was supposed
to run. My plan was being ripped to shreds by reason already. Even a terrible,
crazed semi-lover wouldn't push his slightly less crazed girlfriend off a
cliff, right? As Razon started to stumble towards me, my doubt of the depth of
his anger faded rather quickly.
Distant shouting and the tell-tale buzzing of shock guns were sounding nearby,
down below the cliff, in the darkest of the woods. There was a sound like a
million pieces of paper being crumpled at once- leaves being trampled. I knew
they would come for me, but I had no idea they'd send this many. At least
twenty soldiers for a rebellious girl, who hasn't even turned seventeen? Then
again I am the fabled daughter of Dr. Lance, but a simple theft is worth twenty
half-trained Runners? They most not of read the old stories like it was
required to in Youngling Training; and I thought Skyly was joking when he said
everyone cheated on that Trial.
A roar sounded-deep in the forest but not far from where me and Razon were
having a "heated chat"- and a few soldiers cried out. Wincing, I
resisted the inborn urge to rush off and pounce on the forgotten beast. They're
after you, Ariah, they'd kill you just because they were told you're bad. That’s
how it always works.
Razon was watching me, waiting, glaring. Sobbing? Can't be.
"So she really is dead…Arie wouldn't just stand there and watch. Who are
you?" He glared, "You aren't Arie. You aren't her." He jabbed at
me with each word, and I danced away, as careful as a giggling child hiding
from her parents. So to speak, not at all. Maybe I deserve to be killed.
But, I didn't have much of a choice in that matter at this point, as he pulled
out my father's prized bark-brown pistol, and shot. The shout of the shot rang
through the night, and time seemed to slow as I instinctively stepped to the
side and back. The soles of my ratted boots met nothing, but my brain was too
busy following the shot. He had aimed at me; did I dodge it in time? Did some
kind spirit catch it in the air? Perhaps it was still heading towards me- I
oddly wished to fall faster.
I teemed over the forgotten ledge, holding my breath to keep from screaming.
Had I missed it? Or had it at least missed my heart? Out of the darkness the
sharp light of pain jabbed; the bullet pierced my shoulder, I could feel it
slowly destroying everything in its path as it traveled. A red flower burst
from my chest, a rose in bloom. I fell over the edge and watched it slowly
growing away. He peered over the edge, on all fours, close enough to reach out
and grab me. I closed my eyes to blank out the horrifying look on his face- a
mix of triumph and regret. His hand flashed, and a small but heavy something
hit me in the chest- my cold hands fumbled at it but I managed a hold. He had
flung the gun at me! I clutched it to my chest, my arms wrapped tight around
it. You may think it seems pointless, to hold on to something that can't help
you when you're falling. It's comforting, really, as if somehow, something can
survive. It won't be you, but at least you'll save something else.
The edge of the cliff, my cliff, my secret hiding spot from the world, was
fading into the darkness. Razon had long disappeared from the edge, and I heard
a call from above but it was barely audible through the static-like roaring in
my ears.
I turned, angling my arms and twisting my body until I was welcoming the fierce
waters with open arms. So this is what it felt like to fly, I must tell Skyly
sometime. I shut down the Reason part of my groggy brain which still barely
comprehended what had happened- there likely wouldn't be another time to brag
with Skyly. Oh well, I remembered thinking while I fell, at least no one will
find my body.