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“I hate you...no. I hate all Archangels with your special gift!! No, no, no. I hate the angel fucking race! Hope isn’t like you! Even if she was an Archangel she’d NEVER use her gift to manipulate people like you! Are you satisfied? Do my TEARS give you pleasure and happiness! The Owner was right. He’s always right...all people do is hurt and abandon you.” I laughed; my body trembled.
“Midnight, let’s work this out. Don’t do this!” he yelled.
“It wasn’t me. It was the Owner. He threatened me…told me if I didn’t do this, he would kill me. Please, you have to believe me. I’m sorry.” His pleas fell upon deaf ears. The time for the truth and apologies had passed.
I lifted my head up to the sky; the last set of tears rolled down my cheeks as I shut off my emotions. I didn’t need them. All they did was allow heart break.
Only Mako and her spirits would know the real me. No longer would I allow anyone to see my true self. I’d never unlock these emotions again. I imagined the small chest within the darkness; my feelings placed gently in its golden walls as it closed shut, the key secured the lock.
My head lowered; my eyes landed on the shifter I once knew. The shifter I once loved and cared for.
But, no more.
I had nothing for him. He was nothing more than an enemy. He may have been able to keep up with me the first time we had met in this arena, but he wouldn’t be able to keep up with me now.
“Why don’t we get this over with?” I encouraged; my voice toneless as I stared at him, expressionless.
He could see the coldness in my dark blue eyes. He knew his time was up, knew that he would soon see his end. He should have allowed the Owner to kill him, I was sure it would have been a swifter punishment than what he was about to receive from me.
There was no second thought as he charged towards me. In one swift motion, I pushed my right arm forward and pulled it back. His beating heart now in my hand.
I watched the shock register on his face as his eyes lowered to stare at the hole, gaping in his chest. I had thought to give him a long death, but he wasn’t worth any more of my time.
He had broken my heart, so I took his.
I jolted forward; my heavy eye lids scanned the dark room. My long, brown locks fell forward as I pulled my knees to my chest, resting my head.
Just a memory. Was that what happened to you Midnight?
It took a few rotations before Midnight had discussed the matter regarding the Archangel.
Archangel’s weren’t just ordinary angel spirits. Some literature explains them as the holiest beings of all Starlight. They foretold that special spirits would one day be called by the God of Realm Six, Jehovah to help shed light to the humans who believed and bringers of wrath on those who cared about such prophecies as Revelations in the bible.
I didn’t understand the full scope of such scriptures, but I knew it did remind me of our Starlight gods and their rules that governed our actions.
Needless to say, Archangels were rare and had the gift of manipulation – specifically one’s emotions. They could make you happy, sad, heart broken or suicidal. If they didn’t have control over their own emotions, such alterations could affect those near them.
One of the shifters at the facility was an Archangel, a strong one at that. He was the first to last with Midnight in the arena, surviving long enough for the Owner to take a liking to him. He wasn’t the only one.
Midnight had come to enjoy not being the only one to survive the cruel trials the Owner put us through daily. She had begun to like him, getting moments to talk amongst themselves which was different from the daily killing.
But such hopes were shattered; the Owner set them up to face one another as he revealed the angel’s true intentions of manipulating her for his own desire to live.
I was surprised after all these cycles, it still pained her. Yesterday was an example of such heart ache. It made me wonder if she could come to fully love someone without the fear of them lying.
“I like you Midnight...till next time.”
I sighed at the memory of Eli’s words, my mind still fuzzy with sleep. I need to move.
“Mew mew, mew, mew, mew.”
I lifted my head; Nightmare sat patiently at the tips of my feet; her mismatched eyes blinked up at me as her tails wagged quickly.
“Nighty. Did I worry you?” I questioned. She pounced on my feet that poked out of the thick maroon blanket, before climbing the heap of material up my legs. I lifted my head and waited for her to reach the top of my knees before I reached out to pet her head.
She began to purr, her multiple tails curled around her little frame as she closed her eyes in delight.
“I’m sorry for worrying you. Daniel did this spell thing so the evil, dark emotion would go away. It’s only temporary, but maybe we’ll figure out what’s going on,” I explained.
