“Next.” I whisper darting onto the others. My eyes search for Giovanni mid-fight. I see him pound his fist into the rogue’s face with ease. He is doing well. A rogue sneaks closer behind him slowly with claws out ready to strike. I cannot reach him in time.
Reaching into my pocket I grab one of the knives. Holding it tightly in my hand I aim and throw it at my target. It flies through the group of fighting wolves and strikes deep into the right eyeball of the rogue behind Giovanni. His mouth opens wide as he falls onto his knees death taking him.
A sudden blow to the back of my head takes me by surprise. Blood seeps down my forehead leaking down my eyes and cheeks. I turn around slowly and find a female with tattoos covering every inch of her skin. A scar cuts through her left eye as she watches me gauging my next move. A baseball bat in her hand she prepares to strike again.
“You shouldn’t have done that.” I whisper wiping the blood dripping into my eyes painting my sclera.
She raises the bat to hit and I quickly grab it holding it tightly and I twist it backward dislocating the hand that holds the bat. She screams in agony, her hand hanging like a loose cloth of which she has no control of. She looks at me and finally, I see a hint of fear. Good, I live off it.
She snarls her eyes turning black with a mixture of pain and anger. I shake my head as a warning which she pays no heed to as she bolts towards me. I allow her one blow to my face to satisfy her before my claws dig into her stomach removing her intestines in one pull. She chokes on her blood. Now she can die happy knowing that she at least got to hit me once.
The loud booming growl of my male calls out to me. He needs help, my eyes scan through the wolves fighting. We are winning, the warriors have almost taken them all out. Where is their leader? I cannot find him.
I catch sight of Deimos and quickly run to his side. Many rogues are upon him tearing into his flesh. They can sense he is the strongest, they wish to take him down first. His wolf fights with full energy and strength. He is the strongest for a reason. My feet pounds upon the ground as I barrel into one of the rogues removing him off the fur of my male.
I quickly throw him to the ground, pounding my feet into his face squashing his skull. The warriors come to our aid. There are only around ten rogues left. We are going to win this! I become distracted that I fail to notice their leader behind me.
Sudden pain takes over my chest as if a knife is stabbed deep into it. As if someone is clutching my beating heart. I cannot breathe. I struggle but the feeling of blood pouring out my chest makes me unable to do anything. I fall to my knees mouth wide open tears streaming down my face. The sickening pain overtaking my senses. Placing my palm over my chest I seek my blood.
But there’s nothing. I am not bleeding. Then what is happe- No! No! Goddess, please! No! I slowly turn to look behind me. My eyes widen and a cry of pain leaves my lips as I find the leader pushing a silver knife deep into my male’s chest. Deimos’s fingers are wrapped around his wrist trying to retract it but the rogue pushes it in deeper and Deimos chokes. His spilling blood dripping down his body staining the ground.
“T-The m-moon…. shall not w-welcome you.” Deimos says to the rogue coughing up blood. The rogue frowns not understanding his words as Giovanni’s sword strikes deep into his neck slicing down his flesh to his chest splitting him in half.
Deimos drops to the ground grunting with pain and I scream crawling towards him. “D-Deimos!” I pick his head up gently placing him on my lap. Tearing a piece of my dress I place it on his gaping wound keeping pressure. Uncontrollable tears stream down my face as I scan his body.
My heart is tearing.
His trembling hand reaches up to my face wiping my tears, “D-Don’t cry. I-It p-pains me.” He struggles to say as I sob louder.
“You protected me.” I look down at him.
“A-Always.” He whispers.
“Hold on, okay. The healer will come soon, she will help you. So please stay awake.” I tell him mumbling what I can my breaths short.
“L-Lumina. I-I am s-sorry for e-everything I-I have ever done to y-you.” He says coughing up more blood. His eyes blood red, lips blue and pale. He is losing lots of blood the silver harming him from within.
“Stop. Don’t say anything. Just stay awake for me.” I say wiping away his sweat increasing the pressure over his wound. His eyes begin to droop. He tries hard to stay awake. I shake him. “H-Hey look at me. Deimos, please. Don’t do this. Look at me. Look at me!” I scream as loud as I can to keep him awake.
I grab his hand as his hooded eyes find mine for one last glance. His palm is cold as winter snow. I clutch it tighter sharing my warmth. His eyes close further and I sob. “Just a little more, please. Please don’t do this to me. Please.” I beg him tears falling onto his face.
The tightness of his clutch eases and his hand falls out of my grasp landing onto the ground. Eyes closed. Chest still. A moment of silence.
The sound of my bleeding wail pierces through the night. I clutch my dying male to my chest rocking us back and forth as my soul dies from within enveloped by darkness.
And just like that everything you love can be ripped away from you in an instant.