were half open. She stared at me, with a look that burned into my soul. It was a look of pure sadness. Tears streamed down my cheeks and splashed onto her arms. She placed a hand on my face. I nuzzled into it. “I can’t heal you…it won’t work,” I sobbed. “It’s okay,” she whispered in a voice so small it was barely there at all. “Ella, please don’t leave me alone.” Tears spilled down her cheeks. “You need to run, while you still can.”
I shook my head. “No, I’m not leaving you. I won’t.” She gave a weak smile. “Still a stubborn one, aren’t you?” “Would you have it any other way?” I sniffed. She stroked a thumb against my tears, wiping them away. “Alex?” I stared into her perfect blue eyes. “I love you.” She pulled my face towards hers and pressed her lips against mine, in a final kiss. Then she died.
A tormented scream ripped from my lungs. I cradled her limp body against my chest, trying to squeeze the life back into her. No, oh god, please no.
Her body grew cold. My soul felt like it had been shredded to pieces. I couldn’t breathe. There was nothing, nothing to live for. My world plunged into darkness.
Gabriella was gone.
I want to die, please God let me die.
Through blurry vision, I saw the Crimson Twin lying a few feet from where I huddled with my dead soulmate. It was all I needed to end the pain. Faru had said that it supposedly could kill anything.
Then it can kill a Chosen.
I gathered the sword into my hand and rotated the blade, pushing the tip against my solar plexus. I barely felt the pain as it started to sink it into my flesh.
I looked up. The Sorrow was standing about ten feet away, its head cocked in amused curiosity at the situation. The rage inside grew into something I’d never felt before. It ran into every part of me, coursing through my veins, joining with my blood.
It consumed me.
I slid the blade from my flesh. Carefully, I lay Gabriella’s body on ground and stood up. I extended an arm, pointing the tip of the sword towards the vile creature. “YOU FUCKING BASTARD!!” I screamed in a voice I didn’t recognise. “YOU KILLED HER! I’M GOING TO RIP YOU APART!” The Sorrow’s only response was to point back at me. Without another thought, I charged.
The Sorrow swept its blade out in a horizontal arc. I ducked and brought my fist up, connecting with the mask. It clanged and shifted to the side. The Sorrow made a bizarre grunting sound and stumbled back. If there was pain I didn’t feel it. I ran forward again and jumped into a spinning kick, connecting with its chest plate and driving it further back. I struck it with the Crimson Twin and a piece of its armour fell to the ground. It dissolved into an acid like substance, burning a deep hole in the dirt. The Sorrow jabbed the giant blade at me, I jumped to the side and brought my own sword down onto his. A deep crack appeared on the top. The force made the Sorrow stumble forward. I took another slash at its chest. More of its armour fell away, exposing what could only be described as a black void underneath. Darker than the depths of despair and coursing with evil…
The Sorrow struck out with a fist. The knuckles hit my cheekbone. I felt searing pain as the spinal needles punctured my skin. I didn’t care. With a scream of rage I struck again and again at the soul eater. Every time I connected, sections of its armour fell like dismembered limbs. More of the deep darkness was exposed — a living abyss. It curled and shimmered in rolling shadows.
The Sorrow carved its sword towards me. The tip ripped through my left shoulder. I felt it slice through my tendons. The arm sunk lifelessly to my side and unbearable agony filled me up. I tried to make it heal, but couldn’t.
A burst of lightning struck nearby. I was temporarily blinded and only heard the heavy whoosh of the sword as it arched through the air. I jumped back and felt another burst of pain as it sliced away the flesh from the side of my leg. Still half-blind, I roared in fury and drove upwards with the Crimson Twin. I felt it hit something and stick.
When the spots had cleared, I saw that the blade had sunk right into the Sorrow’s chest. It disappeared into the gloom. I stared at the thing. Its hollow eyes seemed to glare back at me. Then it made a strange huffing noise — a kind of laugh. It pulled the blade from its chest with a sharp tug. It rested its own sword against its body and took mine in both hands.
Then it snapped it in half.
At that moment all hope of defeating The Sorrow vanished. It was just too powerful. Lafelei’s words were wrong. Gabriella, my soul mate, had died in vain. Now I was going to be killed…or worse. The rage retreated and my despair became absolute.
I gave up.
The Sorrow lifted hand towards the flame scorched sky. The thunder became a deafening cacophony of sound, as if hidden Gods were yelling in fury. The clouds blazed as the supernatural lightning gathered. The Sorrow pointed his arm in my direction and I only had a split second to witness the biggest single bolt of lightning in human history, before it smashed into my chest.
Everything went into slow motion. I felt myself being lifted up, as if gravity no longer existed. The ground rushed underneath me. A cool wind ruffled my hair and suit. Through dimming eyesight, I watched The Sorrow shrink in size until it became a dot on the horizon.
Clang!
I was partially aware of distant pain as my back connected with something.
Clang!
It hit another something.
Clang! Clang! Clang!
More and more of the metallic objects struck my back. Finally one refused to give way. It jolted me to a stop. I hit the ground like a rock.
Scaffolding poles lay scattered around me. I heard a loud groan above and then an entire construction of beams and ladders collapsed down around me. Bits of wood and metal punched against every part of my body. Then everything became still.
I noticed my jacket lying in a tattered heap a few feet away from me. The lightning had cooked it to a cinder. A burning butterfly escaped the pile. It floated through the air, before dissolving into ash.
Dads photograph.
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The Depraved appeared in the distance — hundreds of them, scuttling, jumping and crawling their way through the pouring rain. A sea of evil, surging towards me.
It had all ended so fast. I looked down at my twisted, broken body and a bitter laugh escaped my lips.
Some hero I turned out to be.
I was meant to protect the world; I couldn’t even protect her. My eyes welled up as it dawned on me that I would never hold her again, never smell her sweet hair.
I could taste blood in my mouth. I tried to spit it out, but had no energy left. It just dribbled pathetically down my chin. More came up to take its place. Not a good sign. I knew I should get up, should fight to my last breath. I was just so worn out, and without her, what was the point anyway?
The stench of smoke and scorched metal filled my nostrils. An intense throbbing in my side drew my attention. I discovered with a flash of nausea that a scaffolding pole had speared through my ribs, pinning me to the ground. I wasn’t healing anymore; I couldn’t even summon the will to try.
This is it then, the end of the road.
I’m going to die here.
I closed my eyes, trying to let the images of her face occupy my mind. I wanted my last thoughts to be of her as I died. For some reason I couldn’t make them stay shut. The curiosity in me needed to see how it all ended.
The creatures surrounded me. There was a crescendo of baying and twittering laughter as they studied me. Standing in the centre was The Sorrow. Even though the iron mask covered its face, I knew it was wearing a sick,
