Beyblade Fan Fiction ❯ Out of the Shadows ❯ The hour of vengeance had come ( Chapter 20 )

The hour of vengeance had come...

 

“Aschaz” she whispered. She took one step backward, suddenly trembling. So here it was, the hour of vengeance had come.

 

And then the lights flashed on again...

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Someone screamed, Tala gasped and took a quick step backward. The shape was only a meter away from them. Tall and broad it stood there, like a messenger of ruin and misery. Its breathing was heavy and rattling, a stench of death and rotten leaves drifting from it. The hands showing from the sleeves seemed almost human, but the long, claw like nails made it look like something far else.

 

The lights flashed once more, just for a second. When the light came back the thing had something in his hand. A bowl of what seemed to be black stone. There was a shimmering light inside it, suddenly the light became stronger, lighting up the things face. Tyson couldn't stop the disgusted groan that rose from his throat, still lying on the ground, he crawled away from it.

 

The creatures face had almost the shape of a human, only the skin seemed to have melted off, leaving the naked flesh showing. The mouth had no lips, it seemed to be one grinning hole of grayish sharp teeth. Its eyes were slits that shone with the light of a hellfire. The nostrils were nothing but small slits, which the heavy breaths rattled out of. It had horns, small and stubby, placed on the sloping forehead. The flesh around the eyes and mouth were black and looked like a war painting, the corners of the creatures mouth were twisted upwards as it saw Tyson's reaction. The teeth gleamed. The creature raised the bowl of light until it almost touched his chin. Whispering his words sounded almost like a snakes hiss.

 

“Ichi assacchh, undoor allassch unnkoorr waargass...“ The words had a miserable sound to them, like a prediction of doom. But the light emerging from his bowl was warm and inviting, tempting their hearts to touch it. Just once. And they could swear that they heard it whisper to them, soft gentle words, alluring. Anya spun around and watched the faces of her friends and the stranger, Tala. Their eyes were empty, their expressions blank, all staring at the bulb of light in the things hand. Kai suddenly took a small, stumbling step towards it, seduced by the whispering bowl. And then she understood what was happening. She jumped in front of her friends, her arms spread like she was going to embrace the thing. With all her courtesy, she called:

 

“Let the boys be, your business is with me” The demon sneered at her and hissed:

 

“Urgon scharack amund croan, schereeri?” (And what will you do if I don't, little witch?) She straightened her back and suddenly, she seemed to be glowing with strength. Her eyes showing no fear, only disgust in front of the demon.

 

“Araschi wargar heraro.” (I'll send you back to the burning inferno from whence you came.) The demons face twisted into a smirk. It opened its mouth and revealed a cleft, whirling tongue. Like a snake tongue. The voice were stained with mockery as the demon answered.

 

“I see your mouth is as sharp as your dagger, my master will be very pleased when I bring you to him.” With a twist, he put the glowing bulb inside his cloak. And with another swung, he drew his sword.

 

Fast as a cheetah, Anya put back her dagger and brought her sword instead. It was a longsword, made by those who no longer walk this earth. They infused their might and broad wisdom into the sword, causing it never to break, never to budge. Words of a since long forgotten language was graved into the blade, a legend speaking of old days and forgotten bravery. Wars that no one remembered, magnificent victories and kings of pride and justice. No one knew that they even existed these days, but that didn't make them any less important. Because in the hearts of the enlightened one, their memory lived on. Their pride and greatness had not been wasted, it had been gathered in the heart of one girl. And now, with the courtesy and bravery of a king, Anya raised her sword and prepared to fight. For light and for justice. For freedom. If she won, it would be a small victory that would soon be forgotten. But you cannot finish the puzzle if one piece is missing, even if it is the smallest piece. And with the words “For freedom” resounding in her head, Anya swung her sword at the demon.

 

There was a high crack as the two blades clashed together, with their swords in a cross, the two glared at each other. And then again that demon swung his sword. The strength in the blow almost knocked her off her feet, but she retaliated. The spell the demon seemed to have put on the boys broke. With confused gazes, they witnessed the battle in front of them. Anya quickly turned her head to them.

 

“Watch out, get out of here now! Don't worry about me just go!” Tala looked as though he would obey her, but none of the others seemed to be ready to just leave her behind. She was struggling against the demons power and didn't seem to be able to hold against much longer. In their hearts, they felt that they couldn't bear to leave her with this devil. With a helpless look in his eyes, Ray threw a glance at Tyson and Max. They both looked determined, they had decided to stay. He looked over at Kai, their captain seemed to be torn. He had an expression in his eyes that Ray had never seem before.

 

And then something went wrong. There was a sharp flash of blinding light and she could feel the sword being thrust out of her hand. It slid away on the floor, she was blinded by the light and couldn't see anything. Then she felt a strong hand with claw like nails grip around her throat. Just as she regained her vision, she was lifted off the floor by the strong merciless hand, and before she knew it, she was pushed against the wall. Her feet dangling in the air, she gasped for air. She stared into the demons flaming gaze, if she was going to die now she had to know the answer. She whispered:

 

“You killed my family... you and your brothers.” He twisted his face into a nasty grin and he nodded. He raised his other hand and put a long claw like nail on her cheek. His voice dripped with malice as he chuckled:

 

“My master will be very pleased with you little witch. He'll make you his private little whore.” With his nail, he stroke her cheek, the evil smile taunted her. His cleft tongue flickered in a disgusting way. She felt the air in her lungs run out, her vision began to blur. And she knew it was true, she was going to hell. A sudden call made the demons grip to loosen a bit.

 

“Not if I have anything to say about it demon scum!” Tyson called. He had Anya's sword in his hands. With a roar, he thrust it into the demons back. The demons shout sounded like a howl and he got a feeling of the sweetness of victory. But then he suddenly realised something was wrong. He held the sword in his both hands, suddenly his muscles cramped. Blinding pain shot through his whole body. He saw smoke emerge from his hands on the handle of the sword. He felt like every vain in his body was on fire and he couldn't hold back the tormented scream that rose inside his throat. He found himself unable to let go of the sword, as if he were forged to it by some magic power. With all the power he could summon, he jerked his hands off the sword handle. He staggered backwards with a horrified look on his face. Black blood pounded out of the wound where the sword sat. The demon gave a tormented roar and let go of Anya. She sunk to the ground, heavy coughing. With a growl, the demon backed off from her a bit. He raised his hands to the sword sticking out his back, and with a roar, he pulled it out. Then he turned to Tyson, an evil grin lightened up his face.

 

“Sarchii anar ungur. You are going to die for that, human,” he hissed with his evil voice. The demon looked around for his sword, which he had dropped. It lied a bit away on the floor, with a grunt, the demon turned its gaze back to Tyson.

 

“I'll just have to stick you with my knife then boy,” he sneered vicious. The other watched horrified as the demon cornered Tyson with his knife raised. The evil smug was broader that ever before. Behind the demon, Anya got up from the floor. Quietly, she pulled the dagger out from her sleeve and snuck up on the demon. With a furious shriek, she thrust it deep into his back. The demon roared and spun around, tumbling. With all the strength she could summon, she kicked the demon in the guts. With a groan, he sunk to his knees. With a disgusted shriek, she kicked him in the face. With black blood poring down his face, the demon fell to the floor. Anya looked at the demon with the same look in her eyes as a predator watches its prey. She took a step toward the Aschaz and sat down on its gut, face to face with it. She slowly raised the dagger.

 

“This is for my family.” She said and froze with the dagger lifted. “See you in hell, demon scum...” and she thrust the dagger into the demons heart. It made a gargling noise, the whole body shaking with spasms. Black blood pounding out the wound, with a high pitch groan, Anya pulled out the dagger. She rose up and watched as the demon died.

 

“I'll see you in hell...” the demon whispered. One last tremble, and then the body became still. In a wheezing noise, the body dissolved.

 

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Her heart was wailing, disgusted by herself. Anya turned her face away from her human companions. She had killed, one of the seven death sins. Though it hadn't been a living creature, it had still been a creature. She had felt its fear just seconds before death came to fetch his cursed soul. She had felt a macabre feeling of sensation as she watched the repulsive creature die. A tormented groan escaped her lips. She saw Max, Tyson and Ray walk to her. Their faces expressed anxiety, she could see their lips move but she couldn't hear their voices. Ray stretched out a hand, but she stepped back. Their skin would burn her, their blessed skin and pure blood would hurt her. A perplex expression in their eyes, hesitating before her. Though they were beside each other, she felt that they were thousands of miles apart. She was gone, lost. Too far away to be saved. She was a warrior, a soldier in a war between God and evil. There was no place for her here, how could she ever have thought anything else? She felt her knees shake, her lips trembling. Far away she could hear their voices call her name, call her back. (Anya... Anya can you hear us?...) But it was too late. They were her friends, now she had brought ruin upon them. Stained their pure souls, like a plague. Their faces seemed to blur before her eyes, turning into skulls. They were dead, she realized. She could see death behind them, drawing closer for every day. He stood there with his scythe in his hand, waiting to take them with him. His voice echoing in her head (It's you fault... all your fault... your fault) and she fled.

 

She ran like the wind, faster and faster until she wasn't running anymore. She was flying. Her long, white dress whirling in the wind behind her. She felt like her tears cut her cheeks into shreds, and the whole time she saw their faces in front of her. She could see them standing in front of her, (Anya, what's wrong) their confused gazes asking her questions that she didn't have any answers to. The hurt in Rays gaze as she drew herself away from him, neither of them understood. They didn't know, they hadn't seen through her eyes. The people she ran past had no faces, their voices taunted her. She suddenly came to a dead end in an abandoned street. Around her were tall, grey walls. Helplessly sobbing, she sunk to the ground. Cursing the walls for standing in her way, she wept. Crawling in her skin, tormented by her sin, she cried in agony.

 

“God, why me?!” she called. “Why have you chosen me? I am no soldier, I'm not strong. I don't want to kill anything, and I'm afraid of dying. WHY ME?!” her fists pounded on the naked street, scraping her skin. She felt like the uncontrollable shakings would rip her apart, her fists were bleeding. And she cried. She didn't want to have exceptional abilities, she didn't want to be chosen as Gods messenger. She didn't want to fight a war against Nazguls and demons, all she ever wanted was to be free. Sobbing violently, she curled up on the ground. She thought that if she just lied there long enough, she would wither away and finally be free. In her pocket, she could hear her Nazgul call for her. No comforting words, no compassion. It whispered the words of hate and fury. (Join us... we could give you anything you have ever wanted. Why serve a god that has never brought you anything? God is blind, he doesn't see you anymore. He has forgotten, but together we can make him remember. All those who cry and die in his name, he shall remember. Together, we shall overthrow him. Force him to face all those whom he have abandoned, force him to his knees...Come...come...) With a moan, she pulled her blade out of her pocket and threw it away. It landed on the street some feet away, the whispers were cut off. She lay her head down again. And she prayed:

 

“God, give me the strength to accept the things I cannot change. But give me the strength to change the things I can”

 

~***~

 

Sunset had come when a shadow fell upon the unconscious girl.

 

Kai stood there, watching her lay there. Her beyblade lied on the street a bit away. He walked to it and picked it up, when he touched the blade he felt like he had got an electric shock. He could hear the blade whisper, he didn't understand the words but he felt his heart being drawn to it. The temptation to just take and launch it was overwhelming. Feel the power of the Nazguls flow through his body, just once...

 

He jerked and shook his head, fear struck his heart as he realized how close it had been. He had practically been ready to launch it, but then he saw her face. Anya's sad gaze before him, the look on her face as she ran away from them... Quickly, he put the blade in his pocket and turned to the girl. Her thin body and worried face. The face of a fallen angel, he thought. He jerked as he saw her hands, they were covered with sores. They were still bleeding a bit. He could hear the others closing up on him, their calls echoed through the air. He bend down and picked the girl up. Amazed by how light she was, he carried her out of the alley.

 

As soon as the others caught an eye of him, they followed up. Together, they went back to the hotel. It was a long way but he carried her all the way there, she barely weighed anything.

 

They put her on the bed in her room. A lonesome tear fell down her cheek, but she didn't make a noise or wake up. This time, Ray spent the whole night watching over her. Guarding her. He still thinking about the expression on her face as she backed away from him. It was as if she had seen something in their faces. Something that devastated her, and then she had run off. He gripped her hand in his, it was cold. He felt a bit sad as he saw all the sores on it. But she suddenly squeezed it back.

 

And so he sat...

 

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In a freezing cold alley somewhere in Sweden, five girls sat. Cuddled together they waited for the dawn to come. Then they would be leaving this frozen land, Hera's home country. Mila was sitting next to Jesica, holding hands with her. Next to them sat Hera, her gaze was distant. Like she was hundreds of miles away. Trisa and Kelinka sat with their arms around each other. Trisa was singing quietly.

 

And to the village came a man

On the first day of winter

As the first snow painted the sky grey

And they wondered who he was

 

There was strength in his eyes

Of the kind they couldn't understand

There was something that frightened

And something that pleaded

It was only the danger they saw

 

On a place were everything is still

Where fear is greater than bravery

The insecurity becomes

A world of its own

Where a stranger is not welcome...

 

And in the snow he remained

When he saw how it would become

Out of fear grows hostility

And it guards its territory

 

And the darkness came again

He felt the freezing coldness

If you are born as a stranger

What happens next?

And he felt that he understood

 

But in the snow he remained

When his footsteps had been erased

There was nothing to go back to

From the day when winter came...

 

All he could hear was his own voice

And it told him that he should go

Where he'd come was winter eternal

But he had to live anyway...

 

On a road to nowhere

He saw life pass by

He saw death and love

And all he'd dreamt about

But he felt that he was free

 

He was free because he was there

If he wanted, he could leave

But he had to live his own life

Maybe he was home...

But in the snow he remained

When his footsteps had been erased

There was nothing to go back to

From the day when winter came...

 

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There, done. It took me like forever, but I really don't mind. Please review on your way out, constructive criticism remember?

I'm thinking about writing another fic to the summer because I really don't have time right now. I think it could turn out good, the idea kinda' haunts me so I can't wait. Summer, please hurry up. Hehe... //Author