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Stuck in the Past - Chapter Seven

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As I tried to get away from the young man with brown hair, he continued to walk towards me. I didn't recognize him and he seemed eager to stop me. Scrambling up to my feet, I faced him, my blue-grey eyes wide with terror.

"What are you talking about? You know who I am, Grace. It's me, Aslansa." The man said as he stepped closer, holding out his hands with the palms up. As he did, images flashed through my mind. I saw the young man, Aslansa, attacking what looked like guards. He was tearing them apart, rage clear on his face. His hazel-green eyes had hardened and become a soulless black. His skin had paled and he looked terrifying. Then, he reared back and his body began to change as he let out an inhuman roar. His hands grew longer as finger nails split to accommodate claws; his feet grew much longer and angled up, becoming talons. His hair shored and turned blood red as his eyes soon shifted to match their color. Crimson scaled ran from his dragon-like feet to his waist, his teeth were sharp, and a pair of ruby-colored wings unfurled from his back. He looked back

I shuddered and pulled myself out of the vision, eyeing him with even more fear and distrust than before. This was a demon, nothing more. I stumbled away from him but he kept coming closer. "Come on Grace, you need to come back with me so we can get off this island. It isn't safe here." He said, stepping closer still.

I spun and tore off through the forest, desperate to get away from him. My feet carried my through the forest, oblivious to the sharp twigs and stones I trampled over to get away from the demon. Eventually, the forest began to thin and I found myself on a path that soon forked. A sign stood where the path split, one side of the sign read Lifvana – four miles while the other side said Siguranta – one mile. Desperate for safety, I raced down the right path, towards Siguranta.

Aslansa gave chase, barely noticing as they drew closer to the town. Unlike Aslansa, I kept my eyes open, searching for the one thing was sure would get him off my tail. We finally made it into the city and I looked around desperately for what I was searching for, barely taking in anything about the city. What I did take in, however, made me feel a bit safer. The entire town, even at night, had a vague sense of warmth and safety about it. The buildings were tall but didn't seem to tower above me and were built with warm, dark red bricks. The sidewalks were made of bright red bricks framed with off-white bricks. Anybody that lived in a big city would've found solace in this town because it was calming but didn't seem like a ghost-town. Any from a country setting with otherwise tiny towns or villages would've also liked the town because it was larger than smaller towns but not as hectic or rushing as big cities.

Now that Aslansa was running in a straight line, he began catching up with me and soon closed in, reaching out to grab the neck of my shirt. I made one last turn and saw what I was looking for – a church. The church was a great white building but not so large that it seemed haughty or grand, but just large enough to hold great gatherings of townspeople and such.

I summoned what was left of my energy and sprinted towards the church, crossing through the main gate in front of it. I was through and I spun around, sliding on the mud when Aslansa began screaming. Those screams were an inhuman sound that made my blood run cold. White electricity was electrocuting him and, finally, he hit the ground, breathing heavily.

I pushed myself up and ran towards the main doors of the church. Yanking them open, I rushed inside and ducked beneath the altar in the front, pulling the sheets back down in the front to hide myself. I sat there, shivering and breathing heavily for a few minutes until the front doors of the church opened once again and someone walked inside slowly. My hair hung in stringy lumps in my face, trembling as I shivered. The steps grew quicker and I held my breath, tears threatening to slide down my cheeks. What was he going to do when he caught me? Would he kill me for hurting him?

The footsteps paused and I glanced down at the shadow that had fallen across the front of the table. My body trembled continuously and my lungs burned for precious air but I refused to draw in a breath for fear of giving away my location.

I nearly screamed when the fabric was lifted away from in front of me and a young man's face appeared there, staring at me with confusion. His ice blue eyes twinkled in the faint light until he knelt down, balancing perfectly on the balls of his feet as he gazed at me. "What on earth are you doing beneath the table?" He asked curiously, his round face cocked as he stared at me. For some reason, his eyes made me feel safer than I had all night I examined his face. He had shoulder-length black hair, tanned skin, and a playful, sensual smile.

"Who are you?" I asked softly, staring at him with doe-like eyes.

"You don't remember me?" He asked, his eyebrows scrunching together before he sighed. "Well, that certainly is tragic. But I'm afraid it cannot be helped with now." He murmured and held out his hand. "Come on, you need some dry clothes." He said.

I eyed him suspiciously and he rolled his eyes, sticking his hand closer. "Would you please just come with me? I'm not going to hurt you." He said in annoyance. Staring at him for a moment, I finally reached out and put my hand in his. When our skin touched, I immediately felt warmer and a memory flashed through my head. The memory showed us standing in the dungeon I had escaped and he had been holding his hand out towards me, an impatient look in his eyes.

Once I was standing back up, I trained my eyes on his. "Have we…met before?" I asked.

He rocked his head side to side in an indecisive manner. "Sort of, now come on." He said, still gripping my hand as he guided me back past the altar to a door that led away from the front of the church. He pushed the door open and ushered me inside before closing the door behind us and leading me down the hall and up the set of stairs at the end.

"What is your name?" I asked.

He seemed to pause before glancing back at me. "Let's start with you. What's your name?"

"I asked first." I said indignantly, stopping on the spot.

"My home, I get to ask the questions. Besides, you're not asking nicely enough to know yet." He smirked. "So, your name would be…?" He asked.

I glared at him for a moment before shaking my head. "He kept calling me Grace but I can't remember if that really is my name. I can't remember who I am, where I'm from, or where I came from." I said honestly and then paused. Something felt wrong…very wrong.

I looked up at the young man before taking a step forward. When I did, my knee wobbled and ultimately buckled and I fell forward. The young man stepped forward even before I fell and caught me easily, guiding me towards the ground until I was sitting against the wall.

"What's going on?" He demanded.

Share your memories, my daughter… You know how to do it.

I didn't stop to ponder where the woman's voice had come from and instead grabbed the boys arm as a memory flooded back into my brain. We both saw the same vision – I was standing in a massive weapon room, looking down at a knife, the steel blade discolored with an odd red tint that I hadn't noticed before. Not only that, but the blade had a faint scent that was a bizarre mixture of rotting meat and a strange fishy smell. At that point, someone behind me in the vision spoke and I spun, cutting my palm with the blade.

The vision faded and my hand dropped from the young man's arm and he quickly grabbed my opposite hand, looking down at the deep cut there. My hand in general was slightly swollen, the area around the cut slightly purple in color. He reached over and pressed the back of his hand to my forehead before growling and lifting me rather roughly off the floor. "Can you not go a few hours without ending up hurt?" He cursed as my head fell to his shoulder. He carried me back out into the sanctuary of the church before laying me across the altar table where I had hidden beneath before.

Once I was on the table, he turned and took off. I watched him go, terrified that I was suddenly left completely alone. I started to hyperventilate. I couldn't help it. Finally, a moment later, the young man returned with an older man and they, in turn, were followed by a group of men that were carrying an unconscious Aslansa behind them.

The two young men ran up to me. "Terran, what in the world is she doing here?" The older of the two demanded angrily, rushing to my side and checking me hand.

"Found her in here, went to take her upstairs, and she collapsed; not exactly the best night I've had in my life." The younger man who had found me and helped me, Terran, answered.

The older man shot him a look before shaking his head. "Listen to me. Go get to my room and get the crystal vial near in the chest beneath the head of my bed. Hurry and get it." He ordered and Terran immediately obeyed, running off quickly.

The man then turned to me and shook his head once again. "Please excuse him; he just doesn't know how to handle situations sometimes." The man explained with a sigh and a shake of his head. "My name is Silvian and I am the priest here. Terran told me your name is Grace." He smiled soothingly and I knew he was trying to keep me calm as he brushed back a strand of black hair from his forehead, exposing his lavender colored eyes. Those eyes jogged something in the furthest reaches of my memory. Where had I met this man before? Surely he was someone from my past…

Silvian's' eyes, with their warmth and kindness, drove all the confusion from my mind as I calmed beneath his touch. Somehow, and I didn't care how he was doing it, but Silvian was making my fear simply ebb away until I was lying calmly on the table. The pain was still there but I was simply no longer afraid of what I didn't understand.

I looked up at him as a quiet, painful groan escaped my swollen throat. But no matter how calm he made me, one question refused to leave my mind. Was I dying? After all, breathing was difficult and I could barely swallow. As we waited for Terran to return, I began shaking, convulsing upon the table. My hand felt as if it was being forced through a meat grinder by a sadist. At that point, all I wanted was for somebody to take my hand off, to amputate it and take the pain away. I was covered in sweat and my fever was growing higher and higher with each passing minute.

Finally, when I thought I was going to scream my lungs raw or claw my arm off, Terran returned and gave Silvian the vial and a hypodermic needle. Moving quickly, the young priest filled the needle with what was in the vial and, without a seconds hesitation stuck it in my arm, expertly hitting my vein on the first try.

Expecting immediate relief as the warm liquid entered my bloodstream to fight the poison, I relaxed upon the altar – just in time for a burning sensation to erupt throughout my entire body. I let out a scream that very nearly broke the windows of the sanctuary.
Filler chapter is filler BUT Mirror Boy finally has a name. There will be one last character being introduced in either chapter eight or after that. He will be fabulous.

Edit: Added a good bit more of detail that I am not even going to begin to explain because I put in and changed up a lot towards the middle and the end.
Word count: 2092
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lunadomo's avatar
XD Sounds good so far!! Wanna read next chapter.