Chapter Seven (Rough Draft)

“What do you think you’re doing?” she hissed at me through her teeth. She kept her tone quiet so no one outside the car could hear us.

“Don’t worry. I’ve got it handled.” Turning the ignition in my car I pulled out of my spot. Saint Jude had been a bigger victory than I had hoped. After neither of us had been able to find a suitable candidate we had begun to give up hope.

“You have no idea what you’re doing. You never have any fricken idea what you’re doing.” She was angry at me. She didn’t approve of the kid that pulled his car behind ours. Waving my hand in a friendly acknowledgment I smiled at my sister.

“I know exactly what I’m doing.” I saw him wave back politely and smiled to myself.

“He’s not right. He’s weak! He doesn’t even know what is going on! When Marcus finds out that there is another one of us here he’s going to jump all over the boy and he’ll be useless to us!” I could see her eyeing him out the back window. She had read something off of him today, something she was worried about.

There was a gap in the traffic and I pulled my car into a fast roar.

 “Don’t get your panties in a tighter knot Alexandra, Marcus isn’t going to find out. We’re going to handle this.”

She turned her eyes to mine in a hurry. Reaching the major highway I pushed my car faster gliding in between the inching drivers.

“If Marcus finds out…”there was genuine fear in her tone. Her fear was understandable. If Marcus found out that we were hiding one of the Earth Angels from being discovered, we had more than a war to worry about. No one pissed of Marcus and lived. No…I wouldn’t think about it. Colin would be trained and informed before Marcus and the rest of his little holy band of brethren could get their grips on him.

“Marcus won’t find out.”

There was hesitation in her eyes as she turned to stare out the window.

“Whatever you say Alec. Do what you will…you’re just going to do it anyway.”

She was right. I was going to do this my way cause it was our last hope to place the balance in our favor. 

Pushing the limits that this cheap scrap of metal could reach, I raced down the highway. We would make Colin understand what he was chosen to do. We were all chosen by the gods on this. They were the ones battling for control. We were just the ones blessed to be their messengers of death. There was no room for failure or weakness. That’s where Marcus and Liam were different. Marcus believed in mercy. Liam believed in doing what was needed to preserve victory. And preserving victory is all that mattered in this war.

The dream was more vivid now. The battle field became more intricate as I walked along the path. My skills were sharper, I could understand that there were other warriors around me I could comprehend the swords clanging, and the blasts and fires raging behind me. The heat was scorching across my face. Screams pierced my ears. I knew he was coming, the man that was the repetitive cause of my death. After the first two experiences, Hailey’s voice was never there for warning so I became attentive to when he was going to attack. He was sharper now his dark hair and dark eyes diced me into the pieces his blade was longing to. Along his armor was a pattern I had been seeking to decipher. The center image was the symbol for the Muslim religion. The crescent moon ran red with the blood of its warrior and its warrior’s victims. The star was chipped from a long battle and a few well placed shots to the stomach that would have killed if his armor hadn’t been well made.

I countered his offensive attack with my blade. My own armor brandished Saint George as my medallion had. Perched ready for victory, along the side ran the cross, dripping with gore and dirt. Our swords clanged as I moved into the offensive move, he countered. We danced like this for a few more strokes before I noticed a small opening in his armor. It gapped slightly at the waist when he countered and was only open for a few seconds.  It was minuscule, the blade wouldn’t be a killing wound but it would bring him down. Taking advantage I shoved the blade in. I felt metal meet soft flesh and a sickening feeling hit me as I watched blood spew from the wound my blade had inflicted. He faltered onto his knee grasping at the gash I had created.  His bleak eyes foretold death. He expected it from my hand…and the realization of that made the sword in my grasp heavier.

“Go on then…kill him.” Behind me stood a figure I could recognize. Imprinted on his armor was St. Dominic dripping in the same carnage, filth, and disaster as the rest of us. Singe marks bruised the skillfully crafted armor. A sword was strapped to his thigh and a spear that still dripped the life of its last victim on the ground was in his hands. Alec stared at the man that was gasping in pain on the ground.

“Don’t tell me I have to do it. Death should be common to you now.” When I didn’t budge at his comment he sighed and walked past me. Tossing the spear softly into the air, he grasped it at eye level. The man before him started preying in a language I couldn’t begin to understand. Guilt filled my body as the man’s faithful words hit my ears; they only served to make Alec laugh.

“You’re God can’t help you now my friend.” With no hesitation Alec forced the spear home through the soft spot in the man’s throat. Blood squirted forward and lightly splattered on Alec and his armor as the warrior twitched out the last few minutes of life before falling into a silent death.

His killer grabbed a medallion from around his neck and slipped it into a small sack that was tied next to his belt.

“Another one down.” Alec said allowed before turning towards me. It wasn’t the blood that coated his face that intimidated me. It was the sheer joy and satisfaction that were in his eyes. The hint of madness behind his look made me take a step back.

“What’s the matter Colin?” there was speculation in his eyes.

“You killed him.” Alec glanced back at the fallen body before shrugging his shoulders nonchalantly.

“He was going to kill you.” There was no emotion in his words; they were as simple a fact as the sun rising in the morning. 

“Do you feel anything? At all? You just killed him in cold blood and you sound like all you did was throw a tissue away!” I was outraged, exhausted, and scared downright shitless of the man standing in front of me. He eyed me wearingly.

“Colin what are you talking about. These things...” he said laughing in between words “are not people. They are scum. You’re here to fight. If you cry over every warrior you’re useless!” he advanced towards me slowly and I started receding from the bloody scene. “I trained you better then to retreat Colin. Marcus will destroy you. He is going to destroy all of us. If you follow him, plagues like…this thing” he said gesturing towards the man behind us “are going to destroy us! There is no room for mercy in a battle between gods Colin.”  His eyes gave way to the madness that was really hidden behind his armor. I started to run, and I could hear Alec’s voice chasing me. There was a quick swish in the air as a weapon was sent skyward it took a few seconds for Alec’s weapon to hit home. The pain hit quick, the blackness hit quicker.

“You’re not ready yet…you will be….just wait…you will be” were the last words I heard before I settled into darkness.

Shooting up in my bed the surrounding sheets and pillows around me hit the floor. My body was drenched in a thick layer of sweat and my face could still feel the blazing heat from the battlefield. Crippling pain in my abdomen sent me curling on the floor withering in pain. My head ached like it had been hit like a sledge hammer. Lifting my shirt I found a faint outline of the wound that dream Alec had inflicted. It was fading deeper into my skin, and the more it faded the less severe the pain felt. It took almost a half hour for the pain to completely recede.

Stripping my bed of the sweat coated sheets I slumped back onto the pillows. The clock on the wall read 4:57 in the morning. I had a few more hours before I had to get up to get ready for school. It was real this time, it hadn’t been fully a dream, the pain I felt….couldn’t have been part of a dream. My mind wouldn’t let sleep come to me. I feared going back to where I had left off, having to face dream Alec again was almost as dreadful as facing real life Alec in school today. Hopefully Ethan would grace us with his presence today and I wouldn’t have to face the doom twins unaided.

I needed to talk to Hailey…I needed to understand what had I done to make her hate me…her continued absence in my dreams worried me for some reason. Her being there had been…strangely a beacon of hope…despite the death that I had always encountered. Maybe Marissa would give me a number…if enough persuasion was involved. I would be seeing chick flicks with her for weeks….but it needed to be done. If I couldn’t figure out my life in a dream I was damn well going to at least figure out life in reality.  

 

Author's Note

This story is in VERY early stages. Im just trying to get a basic shell down so then i can go back and fine tune. So reviews are SUPER appriciated. =D try and overlook grammar and things like that due to the fact that this is still in an early rough draft form. Thank you =D

Reviews

[Ottilie]

i like it so far as i told you when i read the first four chapters back up at college. good descrbition, took me a little to realize you changed the persepective of the beginning of this chapter, i liked what you did once i did so i liked the different apporach. it's going to be interesting reading more to figure out what happens next.