Eternal Sleep- Chapter 3: Fear

   

The blood pooled around me. I my dress grew heavy after I feel it being bathed in blood, now, I know I can't raise up. No muscle would move, my eyes won't open, and fading in and out consciousness. Though that was good enough me if I could stay awake... now if only I could make my sword app-

"What are you doing?" My vision blurry and mucked with blood but I could feel his eyes slit and his voice rise, "You dare fight back?!" The hilt of my sword grew and the base of the blade became visible from what I could see. I winced trying to make the rest appear while he gawked at me with his wicked, vile laugh, "You really think I'm going to let you have a chance?" His rapier pierced through my hand like paper and he twisted it like a screw with his wild cackle; only half the sword appeared before vanishing back inside of me. I feel the blood rushing up to my lungs, every piece of my body failing- slowly failing while I watch the devil's assistant kill as he would Link if he hand the chance. Finally the only courage I had left to do is open my eyes, letting the blood stain them red and burn. Just let him stare into my frozen, dying eyes. 


[Ghirahim's POV]

    The feeling is exhilarating, almost a high I don't want to get off of. The blood of my enemy's sword on my hands as her body became stiff and cold carcass of nothing. Her body in pieces like a shredder, and unable to move as I add another rapier into her hand; looking into her fading eyes trying to feel the high I need to continue. I just need her fear of death to fuel me, but... they're- They're stale. Unemotional. Bare. Plain. Vacant. Blank. Barren. 

There's nothing to smile at. 

I bark at her adding a dagger into her thigh, "WHY AREN'T YOU BEGGING FOR MERCY?!!!!" She said nothing, not even a flinch while I slowly slice her thigh to see her bone just to crack and rip out of her, but I had no will to go on which fueled my frustration, "I WANT YOU TO SCREAM!" 

Nothing.

"WHY AREN'T YOU SCREAMING?!!!" I punch her in the chest leaving me with a gashed hand and her a cracked and bloody diamond now embedded in her skin with the force, but, she did not show me anything that would make me happy. I sat on her legs with a sigh, "Damn it." I look at her shaking my head, "Damn you. Little Spirit." Suddenly I hear her breathe, a weak sigh almost soundless if you made a breath, but it made me snap my head back over in shock, "You're alive?!" Her eyes began to roll into the back of her head closing as the sigh became miniature gasps. I turned my body jumping off of her with widening eyes. I could let her die, but I don't feel... satisfied leaving her here to die. I grasped her hand and began to heal her and slowly, the skin coming together like a puzzle, and I knew she came around as those little gasps became big sighs. I took my daggers and rapiers watching her hands and thigh heal, but before leaving her I watched her eyes flicker open ever so slightly before vanishing into my column of diamonds. 


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    I smell the left over magic in the air and sprung up immediately into action, this time my sword in my hand before I made it off the ground. My skin prickled and and chilled, "Come out coward!" I scream, but I could feel another emotion inch out of me...  

Fear, but it's not normal fear as I recall Master Link telling me... it's more of a dread...

I tremble at the thought of him. I feel can myself fuel with panic. My heart beats crazily out of my chest thinking about seeing his face again; I don't know what to do when I actually see his face again either... I just want him away from me.  Before, with Master by my side I felt completely cold towards him, if I fought him to the death I would of ended his life without regret. Now, I don't even know if I could pull a sword on him or even have eye contact with him. The only thing I could do right now is sit and think about him coming to get me and finish what he started. Though he healed me, and he left me here while his presence is somewhere else I still refuse to move. I refuse to sleep. I refuse to blink. The only thing I will do is sit in my drying blood and wait for him to return. 

Then... then... I don't know what I would do.