My Life isn't a Fairytale prt 34, a short story by J.Morgan. Date added: 2012-04-07. Times viewed: 535.
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“Make sure you don’t mangle their useful parts,” a man said, walking into the clearing between all the tables. The men all lifted their guns as if about to shoot.
“I can’t find her!” Another voice shouted, a familiar voice. Viper came in, still wearing the butler’s outfit I’d seen him in earlier. “What have your men done with her?!”
The man who seemed to be in charge turned to face Viper, in his Armani rip-off suit, shiny shoes and his well-groomed mustache. “Sam, will you control your boy?”
I nearly jumped when Drake seemed to appear just behind me. I panicked see Allison wasn’t in his arms, but he motioned to the table where she was lying. Not one of the Draconians sitting at the table moved. “What’s wrong with them?” I whispered. He went over to a blonde man and waved his hand before his face.
“I don’t know. I’ve never heard of this sort of drug before.” He kept his voice low, his gaze flickering to the men with guns who hadn’t noticed us yet. They were at least twenty five to thirty feet from us, and with two rows of tables between. Through our cover, which was just mainly the lack of attention that the people with guns were giving us, we could see them just fine, and we both watched as Sam came out from behind the statue, his hand grazing the head table. He stopped just in front of Drake’s father.
“Viper, Anton hasn’t done anything with Beth,” Sam said evenly, though I noticed he was shaking, his face was flushed, his hair was messed. “She is fine, I’m sure that wherever Drake is, he is keeping her safe.”
“Sam, your plan is working beautifully,” Anton said smugly doing a swift motion with his hand towards Sam, as if he was going to bow to him. I grabbed Drake’s hand, hoping it would keep him from rushing in.
“You are all going to die!” Taranis snarled, bringing my attention back to Emrys, who was barely standing beside him. There was something in how he held himself, his nostrils flared and he turned his head slowly.
Drake squeezed my hand and I knew. Emrys screamed. “Allison!” Everyone’s attention turned and that’s when all hell broke loose. Drake grabbed me and in a flash we were running, or rather he was running and I was trying not to scream from the bullets being fired at us.
“No! Cease fire!” I heard Viper yell but couldn’t focus on anything with how hard I was bobbing up and down as Drake ran with me. The vases and fishbowls smashed and poured water all over the tables as we rushed to the side, then Drake jumped up on top and ran faster hopping in towards the inner octagon of tables. What was he doing? We were going towards them!
Before I knew it, Drake flung me in the air. I screamed. Hands caught me before my head could process how much pain I was going to be in when I crashed to the ground and possibly on a table or chair. Bullets made pinging noises all around me, roaring from Taranis and Emrys and screaming from the men with guns as they shot and tried not to get killed by the loose Draconians deafened any other noises. I managed to glimpse a few getting their faces torn off by Taranis’s claws before I twisted my head to see Viper staring at me. He’d caught me, but had fallen down from the momentum.
I scrambled off of him. “Drake!” I called out watching as he attacked the men. A few bullets hit him and tears sprung to my eyes.
“We need to get you out of here.” Viper’s voice was close to me, but I just pushed him away when he grabbed me. No. I wasn’t going anywhere. If something didn’t happen soon, I would lose everything. I watched in horror as Taranis attacked Drake as well, screaming that he was a traitor.
Then my gaze focused on something in the background. The statue! “That’s it!”
Drake transformed, his wings tearing out of his shirt, his shoes turning into scraps of leather as he flung Taranis back through the air. The gunmen were scrambling at the sight of this new enemy since Drake was slightly larger than Taranis, his wings thicker. I thought for a moment he would grab Emrys and get him to safety, but when I searched for his brother, I found him slowly nearing Allison. I also found that a line of danger was in between me and the statue. I screamed feeling a hot pain in my shoulder. I clapped my hand to it and found that I was bleeding, a bullet had grazed my skin, the wound was burning.
“Shit Liz! You’re going to get killed!” Viper grabbed me and dragged me further away. I struggled but he wasn’t about to let me go this time.
“Get her out of here.” Suddenly Sam was there. Viper let me go when I reached out and hugged him.
“What have you done Sam?” I cried into his shirt as he held me tight.
His hands gripped my shoulders making me wince as he pushed me away and stared hard into my eyes, his lips opened to answer when a new set of growls made us both look. At least a dozen Draconians had transformed and moved from their frozen positions in the chairs, the others still not moving. “Shit!” Sam growled and pulled a gun, I reached out for him.
“I need to get to the statue.”
“Viper, even if you have to drag her to the car, do it!” Sam said lowering his chin, not looking at me.
“Sam you’re not listening, I need to get to the statue!” I raised my voice sidestepping Viper.
“Come on babe.” Viper said taking hold of my wrist so tightly it hurt. I moved my gaze to him, his blue eyes so full of fear and worry.
“Carl, you know I care about you. But don’t ever call me babe.” I smacked him hard across the face. He let me go and I took off running.
I rushed towards the statue, hoping that in the midst of everything I wouldn’t be torn to shreds. I cringed as a bullet screamed past my ear, I ducked under and went around a bunch of flailing claws, golden and bronze scales, wings and horns.
The head table was on a raised platform, I stepped up and rushed along it to get to the statue, it’s then I heard a sound that made me look. Drake’s father was sitting, still as a statue, like the others, but his face was contorted as though he was in pain.
“Isn’t it marvelous?” the old man appeared to the left of Lord Vasher, leaning on his elbow and smiling while looking at me. “The combination of the poison your friend made and the one his son put in the wine of his enemies has created mixture that paralyzes the body, but leaves the mind completely free to be tormented.”
“Two poisons?” I glanced back, my heart pounding, the bloody scene raging even more so than before. A flood of more human men with guns came into the fray. How many did they have to sacrifice? I searched for Sam, who was now shooting his gun like a trained soldier, though I couldn’t see Viper at all. I didn’t have time for this. I tore my attention from the old man and the battle and came to the foot of the statue. Its jaw was wide open showing a vicious toothy mouth, its wings spread out like a shield of protection from the world and as I stood under it I felt a surge of safety.
Not for long. I thought and held out my right hand, touching the upper thigh of the right foreleg. The Alu inside of my hand suddenly got cold, the sensation of it traveling down my wrist, into my arm and through my chest until it felt as though I was being plunged into the Arctic Ocean. I don’t remember crying out, though I heard my own scream as if it was a distant recording of my voice through a speaker. The scream was followed by laughter and a hard thud of an explosion. The statue, or what was the statue, blew apart, knocking me back with a shockwave and large chunks of stone.
I was running along a gully, I didn’t recognize any of the landscape. The grass was like thick velvet and greener than I had ever seen as it rolled in endless hills. It was chilly, but I didn’t really feel it much because of the odd clothes I was wearing, layers of heavy cotton that were green and brown. There were shapes and symbols embroidered on them, I’m not sure how but I knew they were meant as protection spells, runes of the old religion and words that helped me to use the power within me.
In my hand I was holding a long staff, it was made of Oak. Oak was the wood of strength the most powerful material for a Treorai to use. It was sacred to the Druids who were the closest to the Mother. I stopped running to catch my breath blinking and looking around. There was a stone fence not far from me, that reminded me of pictures I’d seen of Ireland. Where was I?
I heard a loud growl and my heart jumped into my throat. I felt angry, betrayed, I gripped a medallion that hung around my neck and began murmuring words, but I didn’t know what they meant. When I looked down I wanted to cry out. What I was seeing was impossible. My hands weren’t mine, and the medallion that was in them was the Alu. I looked around and began running again, this time I realized that I had no control over what was going on; like I was watching a rerun of something that already happened long ago.
I whipped around and saw three gigantic Draconians, larger than I thought possible. They lumbered over the hillside and I backed away, though I wasn’t afraid, or at least not as afraid as I thought I should be.
“You betrayed us!”
“I did not!” I shouted, though my voice was deep and masculine. “I told you I would ensure that you wouldn’t be hunted any longer.”
I wasn’t sure what happened, but when I opened my eyes I was lying on one of the tables looking up at the night sky. Everything was quiet, the gunfire had stopped and there was no sound of screaming or roaring. Of course as soon as I tried to move I groaned from the ache in my chest. Slowly twisting to push myself up I saw another form on the table, or rather two forms. Emrys was covering Allison with his own body. A large chunk of stone must have hit him as he protected her delicate body, because there was a deep gash near the shoulder joint of his wing.
“Allison,” I whispered and Emrys slowly looked up, his mangled and bloody face, peered at me. I ignored him, though my heart ached for his pain, and reached out touching Allison’s foot not really thinking about what I was doing.
“Buro eich gwaed” came out of my lips. Emrys frowned at me.
“What are you doing?” he asked but my focus was intent inward, I did however feel a freezing wind blast my skin. Then is stopped and the world that was put on pause, came to life again.
“Master Emrys?” Allison’s voice was weak, her eyes were open and set on Emrys who seemed shocked, his deep chest filling with air as he breathed. I smiled and slid off the table. “Keep her safe.”
“I swear it,” he whispered turning his head to peer at me, his green eyes suddenly brighter. His gaze traveled past me.
“So you saved the slave, but what about her master?” I whipped around to see Viper standing amidst a bunch of frozen bodies. He was smiling at me with an expression that was like peering into the looking-glass. He raised his hand in the air, his fingers splayed wide as if he was about to grip something. A light caught an object in his skin, I focused on his hand and gasped. Bringing up my right hand I opened and closed it seeing that the Alu was gone.
I wanted to scream that it wasn’t possible, but deep down I knew it was. I glared at Viper, or rather his body. “Get out of him!”
He looked down at himself, pressing down the suit and touching his face, his fingers traveling over the piercings in his ears. “Well it isn’t my first choice, but it works well enough,” the old man said, with Viper’s voice. “I think it’s time for punishment, don’t you my dear?” The humans all started to move again, while the Draconians that were frozen in place, their claws out and faces in a snarl. It was a macabre sight though I heard Emrys behind me and wondered why he was still able to move.
“Will someone tell me what the hell is going on?!” Sam’s voice echoed.
Viper’s face lit up and he turned, “Samuel, my dear boy, the man who orchestrated this entire thing to bring about his own justice!”
“Don’t go near him Sam, he isn’t Viper!” I screamed but didn’t run to him. If I did then Emrys would be vulnerable. It was the only explanation. I was shielding him from the old man’s spell or whatever he was using to make everyone stop moving. My gaze rested on Drake, who was in mid slash against Taranis, their hatred for each other overcoming the real fight that was going on.
“Samuel now is your chance. Go over there and make Sienna’s father pay for murdering her.” Sam just stayed put, looking utterly confused. Viper tilted his head, peering amusedly at him. “Well go on my boy. This is what you want isn’t it? To see him dead. You’ve dreamed about it. I know. I can see it in your mind. I know everything Samuel.”
I wasn’t sure what I expected, but seeing Sam cock his gun, and begin moving towards the head table and Drake’s father, wasn’t it. “Sam! No!”
Emrys growled behind me and I put up my hand to him. “If you move, I can’t protect you or Allison.”
I turned my attention back to Sam, who moved past Drake’s frozen form, he stopped for a moment. “I wish you could watch. You don’t have the guts, but I know you want this too.”
“Sam please,” I begged wanting to, but unable to move. There was a pressure around us that I could feel, like a bubble that if I popped it, I would be swallowed up by whatever the old man was doing. Then Emrys and Allison would be vulnerable.
“Sweetie,” Sam said as he slowly closed in on his target, hands shaking. “You don’t understand.”
“I do understand. I know he hurt you. I know that he’s a monster, but Sam you aren’t like him! You can’t do this.”
“The night before sienna went to meet Drake, the night she died, she told me something.” He paused and brought the gun up tilting his head as he aimed it at the head of the Green Clan leader. “She told me……that I was going to be a father.”
I gasped and quickly glanced at Emrys who was beside me, his neck flexed, I wondered for a moment how this affected him. Was he upset with his father for killing his sister? Or did he agree with him? “Oh Sammy, I’m so sorry.”
“Don’t be Sweetie. It’s him that should be sorry. Him and all his kind, all of them are monsters. They don’t belong in this world.”
By this time Sam was standing on the other side of the head table, his gun resting easily on the cheek of Drake’s father, angled upward as if he wanted it to go under the cheekbone and into the brain.
“Perfect,” Viper grinned. “You know how to kill them don’t you. Just the right spot, point blank.”
“Sammy…” I whimpered knowing there was nothing I could do.
“You’re playing right into my brother’s hands.” Emrys said, surprising me. Sam turned his head and looked at us both, his finger still on the trigger.
“Don’t listen to that monster.” Viper hissed with every bit of the old man’s violent, psychotic visage that I remembered from when I first met him.
“My brother has been poisoning our father, so that he can take control of the clan.”
Sam laughed in a short, hard burst, then glared at Emrys. “If you’re trying to convince me that your kind is anything but deceptive, monstrous creatures, then you’re not doing such a good job.” His attention turned back to his target. Though I did notice he seemed to shake just a bit.
“Fine then, but are you really willing to risk the war you’d start?” Emrys recovered his calm demeanor.
“You’re a clever one. I remember Sienna telling me how clever you were. But that you were the weak one, always cowing to your twin brother,” Sam said, his voice wavering.
“Sam, think about it. I know it seems like this is right, but what about the humans who follow them? Will you kill them too? Do you think they’ll just let you get away with murdering their masters?” I begged, I didn’t care how vulnerable I felt as I stepped closer to him. There was a deep pulsing within me, manna flowed strongly inside, though I had no idea what to do with it. I wished that Drake was able to move, but there was nothing I could do for him.
Sam sighed hard. “Sorry sweetie, but I didn’t just lose my love, I lost my family.”
I watched as he pulled the trigger, I closed my eyes and heard the explosion. Afterwards everything went silent again and even the peepers stopped their chirping. Nothing moved and I didn’t dare to open my eyes at first, the gore that awaited me was too much for me. Of course eventually I had to look, this wasn’t over. Soon blood would run deep in this small town in Colorado.
I opened my eyes and gasped, wanting to cry out. Maybe we had a chance after all.
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