Twin Moon - Chapter 297 - Echoes
Whiskey.
“Whiskey” a voice called out. I took a step back as I looked up at the beast. Dragons aren’t real, I told myself. Plus, this dragon was odd. It wasn’t a physical being. Its face, its wings, its body, it was all made out of light. I could see the electrical currents tethering all the pieces together. Almost like it was made of pure energy.
“Whiskey” the voice called again. It came from both Zelena and the dragon, almost like they spoke at the same time, in the same voice. I stumbled back a few more steps, but Zelena and the dragon just kept coming.
“You’re reign of death is over” the dragon called. This is unexpected. But I’ve never quit before, and I sure as shit won’t be starting today. I steadied my feet and squared my shoulders. I summoned another icicle sword, now holding one in each hand.
“We’ll see about that” I snarled and pressed forward. I took three large steps and pushed off, jumping high enough to slit the dragon's throat. I pulled on my power for that extra boost of speed. I poised my weapons to slide right through the dragon's neck as I flew past it. But as I soared through the air, right past the body of the beast, the blades went right through the energy currents. It was like I was cutting smoke. Not a single mark or wound was made. I landed with a skid and turned as I slid along the dirt. Zelena and the dragon turned to face me, now standing between Gunner and me. Though Gunner hadn’t moved. I don’t know if it was because of his injuries, or that he was too taken aback by the giant fucking dragon surrounding his Mate.
I couldn’t wait, I reformed the swords of ice into one long spear and charged again, this time aiming for Zelena. Before the tip of the spear was able to pierce her heart, I was stopped. The spear in my grip evaporated and my body was lifted off the ground. The dragon’s wings flapped as it lifted us into the air, not stopping until we were high above the trees. I tried to break free from Zelena’s hold, just like I did last time. But I couldn’t move, not even a wiggle of my finger. I shifted my gaze from the ground to Zelena and then my body. The hold on me wasn’t invisible this time. No, this time my body was being held firmly in the grip of a giant dragon’s talon. I snarled at Zelena, who was floating just in front of me in the centre of the dragon’s glow. As I took her in, I saw the differences in her. Her eyes were now glowing a bright yellow with swirls of blue. She looked strong and powerful. Her arm was outstretched towards me, looking like she was holding something in her hand. I took in the shape of the dragon holding me, from its claws to its wings, its body to its head. It can't be possible. The dragon wasn’t just guarding Zelena, the dragon was Zelena. The blue glow of its body was emanating from her. She was at the heart of the beast.
“I’m sorry this was the life you had to live” Zelena’s voice called to me. I turned my gaze from the swirling blue glow of the dragon and glared at the bitch. I hate pity, I certainly don’t want anyone to pity me.
“Fuck you” I hissed. The glow of the dragon flashed brighter.
“I’m sorry this happened to you, to the both of us. I never asked for this” Zelena pleaded. Her voice was filled with pain and sadness, it makes me sick. I struggled in the hold of the dragon's hand, Zelena’s hand, but I could not get free.
“I didn’t want it to be this way” she said sorrowfully. So fucking weak. Trying to explain her way out of it. What does she expect, for me to feel sorry for her. She wants me to tell her it’s all okay, that she can kill me, I don’t mind. Just pitiful.
“I don’t want...” Zelena started again, but I quickly cut her off.
“Enough with the sob story. If you’re going to kill me, just fucking do it. Stop being a coward and do it already” I snarled. She glared at me and the dragon’s hold tightened, its glow growing brighter again.
“I don’t want to kill you” she hissed through clenched teeth.
“I want to save you”.
I almost laughed. If this fucking dragon wasn’t squeezing the air out of me, I would have. Save me? Oh please. She is more deranged than I am. I don’t need saving. I am exactly where I want to be, I am exactly who I want to be. This mission is mine, I chose it. She wants to save me? To hell with that. I curled back my lips, let my fangs extend and I growled at Zelena and her desperately depressing glare. I have no intention of being saved. I am here for one reason and one reason only, to kill. And I have every intention of making her my next victim.
I called my power forward, letting the icy blackness fill me from the inside out. My veins swirled with back magic and my chest thumped hard with the exhilaration. Turned my power on Zelena, letting fly a shower of tiny icicle blades. The dragon's wing came down between us, blocking Zelena. The black ice turned to smoke as it hit the energy of the giant wing. I screamed with frustration and called forward another barrage of sharp jagged egged icicles. The same thing, they hit the wing of the dragon and evaporated. The exertion was draining. My limbs were feeling heavy, and I couldn’t get a full breath with the tight grip on my chest. I took as deep a breath as I could and screamed out with another wave of ice knives. The attempt was pitiful. They made no mark and didn’t appear to weaken Zelena or the dragon in the slightest. My energy was spent, and I began to feel dizzy.
“I will kill you” I spat.
“You can turn yourself into a million dragons, I'll never stop” I seethed with gasping breaths. The wing pulled back and Zelena’s face came into view again. She didn’t look sad or scared anymore, she just looked settled. She sighed and let her dragon wings expand behind her.
“I know” she whispered with a slight nod of her head. Zelena pushed her other arm forward with her palm facing me. A wave of energy hit me, like a truck hitting a mountain at top speed. My entire body jolted with the force, down to the tiniest atom. The air was stolen from my lungs and my vision went black. I felt like a giant hand was inside my body, pulling it apart piece by piece. The pain was incredible. I could feel every part of myself being torn to shreds. I tried to scream, but no sound came. I tried to fight, but my body was no longer under my control. This must be what death feels like. I can’t imagine it being anything else. There was a pressure inside my chest, like something was pulling it open. It built and built, tearing and ripping at my essence. It was almost too much, I was ready to give in to it. After all that I have endured, and all the pain that has been inflicted on my body over my lifetime, I still kept fighting. I was never worn down to the point of giving up. But this, I can't bare this, I want this to stop. I need this to be over. The pressure in my chest, the pain that was radiating through my body, it burst like a radioactive bubble. A stillness came over me and the pain was gone. I could still feel the remnants of it though. Under my skin, in my fingers and toes, in the slow beat of my heart. The echoes of it rolled through me. What was that?
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