The Creatures Series

Eight Dark

Eight DarkCreatures of the Dark

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##### Eighth Dark #####

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Sometimes you just can't stay away from danger—it's just how appetizing danger can be.

The heat of my anger shatters the darkness around me, tearing each wall into pieces. Finally, the silhouettes of figures make it out in my sight. I can see them all—those who betrayed me, those who pretend, and those who just know nothing....

Something snaps from far away, raising everyone in this arena. I look around. Why are they so vigorous?

I finally realize that we're still in the game. There will be some who will try to harm me, and some that comes from the shadowing brightness, who long for my death.

But the dark isn't my enemy anymore—I realize that now. I can embrace it, feel it. It's in me. It's inside each one of us. It's from us, and I can manipulate it. It moves as my heart desires it. It is unfocused, of course. And has too much excitement going on. It gives out the tingling sense of wildness from inside. But I know it’s not my enemy.

Those wizards will not hesitate to harm me. I can see the burning lust in their eyes ─ either from those who I used to think as friends, or those who think I ’ m plainly something to get rid of as soon as possible.

This is their chance to attack. And mine, too.

At one point, the audience is expecting this day to be a spectacular friendly battle between two representatives from two different families. The next thing that happens, it's a bloody masquerade.

The need comes like breathing. All I need to do is imagine a body, tangling in the midair with something sharp and big, and goes straight into her chest and through her back. A second later, something like a giant snake slither, breaking the gravitation and kill her. Ginnie. I see her face, but I don't know her.

The action is enough to break a thousand various screams, but the wizards who are supposed to be our opponent today thinks that this might be some kind of a trick. Their leader might expect his winning, but the championship will not be end with a celebration. As many sane wizards try to escape the stadium with their abilities, the faces who I recognize finally snap out of it. I can see their suffer of losing one of their own, but some just don't want to die. This whole relation is also fake—that's why.

"Payback time,” the voice that has a mixture of broken piece of glass and nails says.

Black fog as solid as giant bludgeons down on the pawns in the arena like crazy. Flesh tearing, blood splitting, screaming and moaning in pain. The scene before me has become a living nightmare for any living being. It all flashes before my eyes before I even have any second thoughts. And before I even know it, everything has already end.

The field is so quiet.

“Oh, this is bad. This is very, very bad,” says a wizard with long hair as white as salt. This voice is as quailing as his wrinkled hands on the round table. “It’s a massive murder out there. Everything became a mess just in a mere few minutes.”

“How could this happen? We’be planned eberything so carefully up until today,” another voice that similar to the first one said. It’s hard to tell the difference, unless with his inurement to spell ‘ve’ like ‘be’. “There must be someone that mess things up.”

The elders have gather in one place they can discuss their clandestine secret. And I want to know it.

A third voice interferes them. Although I’m not so surprised to see her in this.

“And who else will it be? Those Hollsworths are anything but trouble. I’ve warned you all before that they can’t be trusted, but none of you heard me. None! And now, our plan is ruined. I hope you all happy about this, because the massive plan that we’ve patiently started had crumbled to the ground. Five years, everyone. Five years! All of the efforts to keep this plan alive, all the acts we all have to put through. Now, we have nothing left!” Aunt Marylin screams at them as she walks into the room, heels clacking heavily on the marble floor.

Oh, so much fortune they’ve spent for it to shine clearly.

“Huh! It if weren’t for your actor and actress troops, our plan would have still working,” a new voice snorts. It comes from an old man with braided grey hair that is long enough to circle his neck for three times. “Do you know how much we’ve lost, Marylin? The entire world to invade! That’s how big our damnification. She was supposed to be our key to defeat other strong wizards from other clans. We were supposed to be untouchable, with her as our number one secret weapon. Did you know that she can kill those cursed vampires? She can make us rich. Have everything that the Rainfold’s family needs. And now it’s all gone. All because of your fault!”

That ’ s a progress. But not enough ─

“My fault?!” Marylin raises her voice on to a few octaves higher. “If it weren’t for me, this plan will never work! Who suggested that we should use her? Me! Who suggested to fraud those Wizthority into taking her as a prisoner, in an underwater prison? Me! And who even did the research of her weaknesses at that time? Me! Who erased her memory? Me! All had been done by none other than me. And now you’re saying it’s my fault?! Without me, your dreams will never this close to coming true.”

Now, chatting time is over.

“It’s funny how I’m not even shattering after what I’d done,” my voice echo through the room, with source so invisible to them. “I have never done anything like hurting a fly before. I was always the one who stays away from danger. But just a few hours ago, everything shifted.”

It is me who break their apprehensive moment and turn all eyes over. It gives me full view of what they are all feeling right now ─ recoil.

“Now, if you all would kindly give me back my memory, then I will ease your pain,” I say in a deadly tone.

“What pain?” Someone from the back just can’t hold his mouth as his face frowns in confusion.

In a snap, black shadow is covering the entire room, leaving no corner behind. All of it, as unfocused and thrilling as they can be, wrapped their unruly bodies on each of the elders’ and squeeze them until they beg for mercy. “This pain,” I say. Then, I approach Marylin. “Undo the spell. And if you try anything unwanted again,” I trail off as the dark shadow crumble a couple of her hoar bones. “Well, you know what had happened. You’ve erased my memory, but you can’t erase my blood. My power is inside it. It’s who I am. What made me. Soon or later, I will find out again. And you will suffer more.”

Marylin begin to shake inside my shadow. She nods her head with eyes watering with fear. “I understand. I will undo it,” she barely whispers the words out.

“Good,” I say, even though my voice doesn’t sound satisfied. No. Not until I know what actually happened entirely.

The old woman starts drawing some circle on the floor. A pentagram, as I noticed. But instead of using clack, she uses her own blood that comes from her bleeding finger. It is a reverse of the birth pentagram. A sun and a moon, reach facing from the other side of a small planet. It all surrounds by a series of ancient words. And I must say, Marylin has quite a beautiful handwriting.

Once she’s ready, I drop the rest of the elders carelessly on the floor, quite away from the pentagram I need.

“Do it right,” I warn her as I walk to the center of the circle. I don’t need to add the ‘or else’.

She starts chanting as I close my eyes.

Let’s see what happened.

Death isn’t something that’s really nice to remember. But is it important?

Although before I can face that, I have to put through the pain when my brain is split in half.

It feels like skydiving without wearing a parachute when I fall. Memory is eating my skin like piranhas when my first memory bites in. No time for screaming, what happened at the last couple of weeks of my life flashes around me when the darkness swallows me once more. This time, with dim, black fire burning.

I was too late when I realized what had happened. Minny tried to shield me from a monster who tried to kill me when I was still half-doze from sleep, making a poisonous acid passes through her chest.

Death....

I’m this close to decide to confront this monster, when I realize that they are closer than I thought. Too late. They must had noticed my presence as well and decided to approach me. I was ready to attack, when a single blow of pink dazzling light beat me up to it.

I turn and face six figures that I knew so well, that I barely acknowledge them anymore now.

Ruination....

“Missing something, Princess?” Banri asks in front of the door to exist the black market, with a small cage of kappa in his right hand. He hands it to me.

Favor....

Picking the worst timing of all time, the doors slide open. And when I look at that direction, revealing four unfamiliar figures. The four boys hold very arrogant expressions on their faces. The front one has hair as long as his shoulders, colored by silvery green. Beside him is someone with short, dark blue hair. Behind them are two other boys; one with orange hair and the other with yellowish. They all have the body proportion of well-build soldier, almost able to match Shrade’s.

Rivals....

I approach him way too fast at the last seconds before I’m next to him, caging my hands on his neck without hesitation. “Next time, give me a heads up or I’ll wring your neck,” I threaten him with annoyance.

Link....

“Hello, father and mother. My deepest apologies for not greeting you immediately when I came back. But I’m sure you two are busy as well,” I say with a bow to the two figures sitting at each of their elegant looking tables.

Parents....

“Do you really think no one hates your family?” She spat, which makes me tighten my grip more. She moans in pain, before continuing, “Know the Blancort clan? They promised a great deal of fortune for your head. Unluckily for me, I missed my shot”. And that’s all I need to hear from her.

Revelation....

The focus start pounding in my eyes. It feels like I have two extra hearts, pumping fast as if in a hurry. I open my eyes, but my sight is not the view of the New York City anymore. It’s on the roads, traveling fast through the tracks. Framed with dark fog. My sights move to a deeper area, where there is more grass, greener than the Arizona forest. Trees start to appear more and more as my sights move deeper into the area, deep into the forest until the trees start to get less and less until none appear. This time I can see a field, wide to the very last horizon, until a pale shade appear.

Sightseeing....

Right then the doors are opened, revealing a small figure. All eyes are on him as he stepped in, even the elder’s. He’s just a child in white suit. But what surprise me are his features. With white as hair and blue glowing eyes like sea. Very fair skin. He’s a member of Blancort’s core family. The strongest after the elder man, perhaps.

Valline....

First, I hesitate. But thinking that I have nothing to lose, I accept his hand. Suddenly, he pulls my right hand to his lips and plants a kiss on it. I pull away immediately. But once I do, I feel my eyeballs fall to the floor and my heart shrink because of dryness.

Tricked....

“Love, of course. That’s the very base reason of why people get marry. Not just for wizards, but for humans, too. I will never marry for family matter. It will be my living hell if I did what my ancestors do since the past centuries. It’s just a coincidence that you’re a Noirmelns,” Valline answers.

Confession....

Black fog is framing my eyes sight. My sight passes the grasses and trees fastly. I spot six figures soon in the middle of the forest. They’re really here, in the Blancort’s area. And prepared well. I see Banri walking with a red crest on his hands and immediately recognize the dark symbols.

Salvation....

I hold the key in the air. And unlocking the seal that looks invisible in the midair, I turn the key and let the portal open.

Unleash....

She is placed on the knocked down tree, making a natural one meter table to support her laying figure. His pale and dark figure is leaning on the tree and to the gun, placing his hand all over her. His face shows no expression, but I know that he’s holding his breath as I hold mine as well. The prize is just in front of us, waiting to be capture.

Artro....

“I will forbid the entire species to feed in humans if that’s what can make you happy, Arsëne. But I couldn’t replace the past. It is our nature to hunt the humans since the early of the beginning,” Zane say, trying to reach my hands. I scoop it back so that he can’t touch me.

Vampire....

....Those days were still happy ones, despite the fact that there’s so many threats we have to face. We were together....

“Now,” I mutter cunningly, “die”. A blast of death lashes out from my palm like a black laser. It’s as hot and deathly as one, too. Garret gets the perfect shot to the heart and falls of the sixth level. The sound of his body smashing into the surface of the ground echo through the night as my evil laughter joins it soon.

Revenge....

....Together, until....

I lean in and press my lips to his. I can feel Valline's body tense and his eyes widen in surprise. The kiss taste like our tears that are combined together. There is no tongue yet I devour more than a kiss can do. Finally, when the hands of the guard pull me back, we break the kiss. I'm helpless in the arms of the gorilla monster. He pulls me out of the prison, making me leave the broken Valline inside. My body slides back even when I try to crawl back to him. Valline extends his hand as well, but something is stopping him. It must be the gorilla. His kind is known for their hypnotic abilities. The jail's metal door closed loudly on my face, breaking the eye contact I've been holding with him.

The fire is out.