“Where should we start?” Lizzie, John, and Linda were on the way to the place where the storm hits. The rain just stopped and reports are coming about the casualties and deaths. News outlets were also covering the reason behind such natural disasters. The government is extending help here and there to the victims and their families. Reports of missing persons were flooding the stations. It’s been days since the rain stopped but the sun couldn’t be since that day when it sets. The sky would lighten when it was morning but it was just full of skies. Lizzie asked the two to come out with her to find Amilia. They waited for how many days. At first, they thought that she just needed time for herself since it looked like she had finished her mission with success. They waited for her return. Zephyr was getting better but Amilia hasn’t come back. Neither the angel nor the Fallen came back. Lizzie and Zephyr got worried when after a few days nobody came back. They decided to wait for anothe
He once again stepped foot on the Upper Ground. It was surprisingly relaxing. After spending so much time in that burning hell hole he called lair, the fresh scent of polluted air was a great welcome. Just like before, he strode along with the creatures called humans. No one noticed his presence as he wanted it. As he takes in his surroundings, he thought that humans can improve a lot. It was just a decade or two when human-invented what they call DVD. A round object that when inserted into a specific machine will produce a moving picture. But now, humans don’t need that. Everything has become convenient. They were now watching the moving picture in a box fit in their hands. Humans are so busy. Is what he thought. He passed by a mirrored wall and saw his reflection. He stopped to inspect himself. The Upper Ground and the humans changed so much. But he remained the same. It was still the same grey orbs that project no emotions, the same five o’clock shadow on his face, and the same p
“Stacey!” everyone gasped as they saw the swollen pink face of the Campus Bell. She had just come out of the restroom with some friends when she felt a sudden itch on her face. The itch crawled down to her neck to her arm. She looked as if she had an allergic reaction. Which is hardly the case. She doesn’t have any allergies. She knows because her parents were strict when it comes to health issues. So, she didn’t have the slightest idea what was happening. And the reaction of her schoolmates doesn’t help the situation. “Stacey! What happened to you?” Lizzie and Amilia were just about to enter their class when the commotion caught their attention. “I don’t know! Oh my gosh! Help me” her best friend quickly guides her to the Infirmary. The crowd was noisy, astounded by the scene they witness. Everybody share their own opinions about the matter and everyone was silenced when Cole Edward appeared. He was part of the school basketball team. With his height and looks he instantly becam
“What are you doing? Are you covering for that little human?” the attacker’s voice boomed which made Amilia flinch. Yes, there are times when she gets involved with unseen entities and she tried to shrug it off. But this is the first time she got so involved with them, and a powerful one too. She tried to shrink herself behind the one who blocked the attack.“Move away. I don’t care about your status” the attacker threatened. But he didn’t even budge.“Stop this. She’s not worth it” Amilia’s protector said with finality.His voice was very masculine and deep. A unique kind of voice. What he said angered her attacker. The library seemed to transform into a different place. There was something sinister in the air.“You!” but before the attacker could do anything, he disappeared right in front of Amilia with just a wisp of black smoke as a remnant.Everything went still after that. Amilia didn’t dare to move an inch as she held her breath. Even the air stilled with the tension. After a mi
“What… What are you?” she found her voice but it was shaky and weak. The creature staggered forward ignoring the way Amilia shook in fear. She was still standing there silently urging her feet to move. Only an inch was left and the creature would kiss Amilia’s face when some unseen force stopped the creature.“Bad dog, Gree. Did I scare you?” a familiar voice can be heard from somewhere.Amilia racked her head to know to who that voice belonged. It was the man from earlier. The owner of the terrifying creature. It was him, and he was inside her home. She didn’t know what to do. Her feet were betraying her. “You looked like you just saw a ghost? Loosen up, child” he strode to the small chair near the mirror and sat down.“Why are so frightened? It’s not like this is the first time that we saw each other” he again commented. Amilia can’t speak. She was weak against him. “What was your name again? I already heard it earlier. Was it Annie… no?” he put his finger on his chin like he was t
“Why do you need to help them? They had turned their back on you. I am the only one left on your side! You have created me just like you. Why? Why do they matter most than me?”✒✒✒“Amilia! Come on!” Lizzie shouted from the entrance of a cosmetic shop.Amilia was reluctant to follow. Shopping was not her thing. She once tried to escape Lizzie’s shopping galore but failed miserably. She wanted to just put up with Lizzie’s shopping than waking up one morning with a ton of paper bags full of clothes in her room.“Oh my! Oh my!” Lizzie run to a shelf full of dresses and tried picking something.Amilia spotted the lone chair of hope at the center of the boutique. Without waiting for anything she went to sit there. Knowing that Lizzie would take her time.“Amilia! Amilia! Fit this!” Lizzie came towards her with a bunch of dresses.“This? No, I can’t.” Amilia refused gently pushing the dress away.“Nope!” Lizzie firmly said.She hoisted Amilia up and pushed her towards the nearest fitting roo
Amilia was getting tired. Getting out of consciousness and waking up in her room alone. She was growing tired of it. She needs to get used to things that were far from normal. She thought as soon as she opened her eyes.She got out of bed and stare at the mirror. She was still in yesterday’s clothes and her hair was in disarray. Her stomach growled. Not minding her appearance, she walked out into the kitchen.“Oh my god!” Amilia jumped out when she saw a man relaxedly sitting on her couch. He raised his brow in question.“Why are you sitting there?” Amilia throws him an accusing finger.“Why? Do you want me to stand here?” He said.“Well, no… I mean. I’m hungry.” She stuttered a little before proceeding to the kitchen.“Want some cereals?” Amilia offered.“I don’t eat.” He answered.Amilia shrugged. It was just her attempt on trying to start a conversation. She poured a lot into her bowl and added two glasses of milk. Amilia was famished. The last meal she had was before the accident a
“Why didn’t you do something to save the child?” Amilia silently asks him.They were at the hospital. The mother was in the operation room. The baby? She was proclaimed dead on arrival. Amilia was silent, hanging her head down. Something was pressing in her chest and an unsettling feeling inside her stomach. She wanted to cry and shout to release what she was feeling inside.“Why do you care?”Yeah, he is right. Why does she? The mother and daughter were just nobody. It was the first time in her life that she saw them on the bus. They were not familiar faces and yet, she can’t stop herself from feeling hurt and lost.“You just got curious about them. You don’t need to care. It was not your loss.” With that, Amilia threw him a glare.What does he know? He had the strength to help them but he just declares the baby’s death. He just let it happen and didn’t help. He is not a human so he won’t understand what human feels. Or how is it hard to be eaten by your conscience?“What? Am I wrong?