It isn't Christmas NOW. But we are practically there.
So I realize I didn't post on Sunday (STOP JUDGING ME.).
(^I said it in a weird way. Now you HAVE to forgive me.)
There have been some family problems and basically I spent my weekend moving stuff around.
But now I have my own room!!!! WOOOOO!
Terribly sorry that I didn't post. I really am.
But maybe I shall earn your eternal gratitude by giving you guys this....
...and by posting one last Chapter before I take a break.
Yes, yes. I know. "A writer's job is never done." and "No rest for the writers."
(I am paraphrasing.)
But like I said: I am having family problems. Oh, and also going down to the ocean to visit my uncle. Small detail.
(I would totally mention its my birthday soon, but that would mean giving out information about myself. And you know what they say... <and if you don't, then look at my little box, all about me> )
(I totally have to change that box a bit...)
(CAN WE STOP WITH THE PARENTHESES.)
So yeah. Holiday, break, family...
I will be back and posting round about the first week of January. Don't quote me on that.
Here is your last little tid-bit of the year, following Ignis.
And damn. Must I say, this Chapter ends quite perfectly.
Chapter Eleven: Never Gonna Give You Up....
Rifle after rifle rose, muzzles and barrels of different sizes aimed at my body. The entire world seemed so bright, a warm light reflecting off of the enemies’ helmets. It was then that I realized it. I didn’t want to die.
I did not want to die.
The desire to live burned too hotly within me, consuming my mind and every fibre of my body. Time seemed to come to a halt, every detail glimmering in the narrowed view of my eyes. The soldiers froze, movements becoming sluggish and increasingly slower.
Behind the horde of armed maniacs, there stood a tanker, guarded fiercely by two watches of patrolling soldiers. If that didn’t give it away, the medic symbol and danger sign definitely did. Bingo. My target.
I took in my surroundings again, noting as more gun-toting men poured in behind me at a slow pace. As I looked around again, the fires of self-preservation blazed. With a snap, reality bent back into shape, everything speeding up to normal time again.
And I was off.
Burning through the throng of soldiers, my toes dug deep into to the dirt through my shoes, straining to get as much traction as I could. Shoving surprised soldiers aside, or rather throwing them to the sides, I swiftly moved through the crowd.
Calin’s head snapped up at the sound of gunshots. That was more than a few. At least 15 rounds in total.
Her spine crawling, she turned back to the task at hand, straining her back as she struggled with Shade over the debris. His limp body slung over her wide shoulders, she heaved, making sure to keep a sure footing.
The last thing they needed right now, was for her to also get injured.
She glanced backwards at the pharmacy in the way distance. The snipers and two squads outside had immediately followed Ignis. But that didn't calm her nerves. If they hadn't caught him already, they might anyway just decide to come after them.
Shade moaned and she redoubled her efforts on getting back to “base”.
Sheltered between a grove of trees and a ruined building, a hunk of melted car served as a sort of wind-break, adjacently placed against the wall. She lay Shade in the cool darkness of the building’s shadows.
Stroking his face tenderly, she made sure he wasn't lying on any stones or pieces of scrap metal. He moaned again, clutching his leg, his sleeping face looking troubled.
She sighed and looked up at the sun. They need that medicine. Shade’s leg could become infected at any moment. She untied and retied the bandage, tightening it to stop the slight blood flow. Then she allowed herself to look at his arms.
It was spreading. Fast.
Clutching at his very fibres of being, it slowly dragged its way across his skin, polluting every patch in its way to the top. At least, Calin mused, that is the way I look at it.
She sat there for who-know-how-long, musing over Shade’s condition. Eventually growing bored of solitary thought, she started staring at him, noting the rise and fall of his chest.
She gently pushed his head to the side, feeling the black strands of his hair with her fingers. When it touched the “shadow” parts, it became even darker, if possible. She thoughtfully rubbed a single hair between her forefinger and thumb. Feels like some sort of dry, statically charged paper. But... At the same time soft and moist.
She examined his feet, noting how the “corruption” also “shadow-fied” his clothes and shoes. Taking a step back, she marveled at how the dark parts of him were simply lost in the noon-day shadows.
“It’s getting stronger, isn’t it?” Shade’s dry voice croaked. Calin silently went and sat next to him. A simple nod sufficed.
He sighed and shifted to get into a more comfortable position on the ground. “I can feel it. Within me. Every night its potency increases.” He sniffled slightly. “I... I don’t know what will happen when it’s at full strength...”
She shushed him. “Hey. Don’t think of that.” She shifted his fringe out of his eyes, smoothing the glossy black hair back. “Remember what you told me the other night? When we were taking care of Ignis?”
He smiled slightly. “I said many things. You are going to have to be more specific.”
She laughed softly. “You were mute most of the time. You only started talking when I brought up a topic. Remember that topic?”
Now his smiled faded slightly, and red crept into his cheeks. “Uh.. You asked me why I kept staring at you.”
And now it was her turn to hide the red. But with the benefits of a strong tan, Shade didn’t even notice.
“Yes. That one. You said..?”
Shade sat up, cringing all the way. He turned and looked into her eyes. “I said that you was, and still is, the most beautiful woman I have ever laid eyes on.”
Now, no amount of tan in the world could keep away the blush that roared across Calin’s cheeks.
Shade leaned in, eyes flickering from her eyes then down to her lips, then back up to her eyes. Calin swallowed slightly and came forward.
Their lips touched.
And for a second, in that moment in time and space.... Everything in the world was fine.
An awkward cough rang out. Startled, Calin and Shade separated at such speed that both were thrown backwards into the dust.
Swearing, Calin rolled and came up with her rifle, sights set on the intruder.
Swaying slightly, an extremely awkward and surprised look carved into his face, Ignis stood. Leaning against the melted wreck, blood soaking through every part of his body, he rose one arm. Clutched in it was a large container.
“Delivery....” He muttered on his way down to the ground.
Hahahah, I love this Chapter. Made me feel all warm and cozy.
Anyway, I decided I will post one more Chapter next Sunday. It isn't the most exciting one, but it is essential to the story in my eyes. And, it feels like a good way to end the year.
So don't expect much. Maybe just the Chapter.
We shall see how things work out....
Comment and Criticize Please!!!!
(Doesn't seem right ^ That word....)