Guardian of Death

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Fantasy  |  House: Booksie Classic

"A teenage girl staggers by, sobbing ... My instincts report danger ... She starts banging her head on the wall ... a butterfly whose wings have been crushed ... Death is near..."

There I stood, perched on the stairs.

The place is empty, except for me. No more crowds. No more rush. The subway is making its last stop soon, here.

But I wait here, because I sense impending danger. Imminent doom.

I lick my lips in pleasure.

A teenage girl staggers by, sobbing. My sharp eyes catch the movement of her flowing hair, black as my own greedy soul; so enchantingly beautiful. I long to reach out and entangle it in my claws. But I stay still, motionless.

It is for this young soul that my instincts report danger. Peril, even. My senses are tingling, so my body tenses, alert.

The girl grabs a black pen chained to the ticket counter, ready to stab herself in a frenzied wreck. I do not make a sound. She drops it, gasping; she can not bring herself to do it.

Her clothes are unkempt rags: faded jeans and a thin shirt, slashed and torn in various places; her shoes are none, revealing thin and bloody feet.

\"Why me?\" sobs she into her dirty hands. \"Why me?\"

She screams and sobs even louder. I watch in silence as she starts banging her head on the wall.

\"Why -- did this -- have -- to happen -- to -- ME?!\" screeches she with every word, with every blow. Crumpling to the ground, like a butterfly whose wings have been crushed.

Still, I do nothing. Death is near.

A set of lights fade into the edge of the tunnel, but only slightly.

The bedraggled girl pulls herself up and staggers toward the subway tracks.

My eyes widen as I realize what she means to do. Other than that, I do not react.

She drops over the edge, landing right in the middle of the train tracks. Her arms are spread wide, welcoming the oncoming train -- and with it, Death.

\"Take me now, Lord!\" she screams, tears dripping off her beaten face. \"Come on! I dare you!\"

It was coming soon. It was as sure as Master Death himself.

The wind of impending Death blew with such force that her sleek black hair was blown back... and I glimpse her face for the first time.

... her terrible, yet beautiful face.

... with dark eyes, as black as the calmed Night.

And I know where my responsibilities lay.

Swifter than Death's own wings, I leap forward and grab her with both arms, pushing her out of Death's path, clutching her close.

The subway passes us, now harmless as a fallen moth.

We tumble to the side, with her caught under me.

I release her warmth, standing up to my full height. Her deep fearful eyes rake over me, taking in especially my ink-black wings.

\"Who...\" Eyes wide, she reaches out to touch me, to confirm my presence.

I shrink back from her warm hand and spin into black nothingness. Away from the subway. Away from her.

There will be another mortal. Another night. Another time.

But for now...

I am just a Guardian of Death.

Submitted: July 01, 2010

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I like this. I think it has the potential to be made longer maybe even into a book or novel! XD

Fri, July 2nd, 2010 8:15am


I totaly agree with the above post!!!

Sun, October 3rd, 2010 10:57pm

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