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Bubbles fill the water as soon as I step into the pool, and I suck in a sharp breath of surprise. Hands rest on my shoulders and push me back into the water as I try to climb out, panic making my heart beat faster. What was happening? This wasn't supposed to be part of the plan?... Was the spirit of the water going to swallow me whole like the stories said?...
Fluttering and swirling around me, I couldn't seem to catch my breath. They glowed a vibrant blue, and somewhere in my head I knew that they probably weren't going to be the best for me -- they were altered by the radiation that had plagued this planet after humanity left it -- but I couldn't tear my eyes away from them. Electricity raced up my arms as they began to land on my outstretched arms, and I couldn't help but laugh.
I looked at the flower in my hand, the petals wilting and falling apart, and I felt a small twinge of sadness. Someone had left it in my hand so I would find it when I awoke, and I wanted nothing more than to bring it back to full health... To bring it all the water it needed, all the sunlight. But no, its life was done... There was nothing I could do.
I flexed my fingers, and if I could have, I would have smiled. They didn't have the hold over me that they thought; I still had my will. Even as this Demon moved my body through what had once been my life, I could wiggle my fingers, and that's what mattered. I still had a chance to take my life back. All I had to do was find the way to do it.
I glared up at my captor, and he just sighed. "Really, if you just talked, this would go so much smoother." He leaned down and laid his fingers against my cheek. "Come on, beautiful. I'd rather not put a bruise on your pretty face." I spat in his eye, and as he reeled back with a dozen curses, I knew that I'd just burned that bridge...but I didn't care. I was willing to die for this, to protect the family I'd found without meaning to.
I looked at the man in front of me and smiled. Finally, proof that we weren't alone in this world. That the legends, the lore, everything I had read as a child...it was real. This man in front of me, with wings and almond shaped eyes and slightly blue skin, he was the proof I wasn't insane like everyone had insisted. The things I saw were /real/, and I couldn't have been happier, even if his presence meant that the world was on the brink of the apocalypse.
I look at the page of geometry homework in front of me and sigh, turning to my best friend.
"Why do they make us do this?" I demand, shoving the page onto the floor with a huff. "I'm not going to become an architect or a designer in the future; why should I care?"
Kein turns to me with an arched brow. "You love math," he states simply.
"No, I love numbers. I don't love shapes."
"You're going to hate Calculus, then; it turns into English."
I look at him blankly, and he laughs at me and returns to his work.
Life sucked out
Like a bat looking for its sight
Wanting always to reach to the light
But always filled with doubt
Doubt that hinders
Never to be exceeded
Trying for the haunted
Left to wonder,
"Will I reach through that veil
and prevail?
Or will I fall to the ground
To be devoured by the hounds?"
I heaved a long sigh as I glimpsed the flowers in their vase, welting. "I should really learn how to actually grow flowers," I breathed, running a hand through my hair. It was so cruel, buying new flowers every week, only to watch them die in the following days... If I at least learned how to actually /grow/ flowers, they wouldn't have to die every week. Although... a great many would probably meet their end before I finally figured out the trick.
I was part of a brotherhood... what many people probably would've called a gang. I was part of a group, of a whole, of something bigger than me that needed /me/, of all people. That's what they told me every day, that they needed me for some big mission. Some days, it was just a little thing -- a little thing that they assured me would really help everyone out even though, you know, it was only a little thing -- and some days, it was a really big thing where no one even had to assure me that I was doing something big; I knew. Everyone knew. I was part of the group, of the whole.
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