The Legacy of Beowulf, a Horror fanfic

Author's Notes: This story gave me the most trouble. Not only was it long but also extremely confusing. Hopefully for the ignorant it is still a good story (the reason it's so confusing is at the end, in my closing Author remarks). Apparently, according to me teacher, the story is too fast paced and requires a period of rest to space out the action. I did not do that simply because I couldn't think of any way to do that.

The basis for this story was something the teacher challenged us with: write a story in first person point of view. Which I did... in a roundabout sort of way.

*ahem* This monster of a story belongs to me. Yes? Yes.

The Legacy of Beowulf

Click

Snuff

The tattered group of four pressed their cold, wet backs against the rough wood of the building wall. Breath held. Eyes clenched shut.

Snuff

Snuffsnuff

The smallest whimpered and another clapped his hand across her mouth, the whorled skin cold and clammy with sweat.

Rrrrrrrrrrr

Haley bit her lip and felt blood trickle down her chin. The faint, musty sunlight flickered with inconsistency as the hulking figure on the other side of the door scrabbled for an opening. Blood caked claws, long and black, thrust under the tiny wooden barrier. Searching.

Snuff

Click

Click…

Pine let out a great breath and sagged against the wall, feeling pinpricks of pain where splinters stabbed into his skin. “Oh, my god. That was too close.” He ran a hand through his hair, wincing at the greasiness.

“W-will it come back?” Lirr squeaked, eyes wide with terror. She nervously wrung her hands, a habit she had yet to suppress.

Juniper laughed, “of course it will! And we’ll run and run and run but it will always catch one of us. Just like it caught Ira and Horace and- ”

“Enough talk! We need a plan.” All eyes turned to Pine, the unofficial leader. The man stood, struggling to keep his knees steady. “We already know The Birds have taken over the upper tiers and we definitely can’t stay down here with… with Beowulf searching for us.” A shudder ran through each and every person present.

“What about the Staircases?”

Pine shook his head. “The last time Beowulf found us we tried that and he got Casey.”

Lirr pointed up with a nail-bitten finger. “The SkyBridges.”

There was a collective pause as each considered her proposal. Haley swallowed, her heart pounding at the mere thought of such heights. The SkyBridges were their best hiding spot as The Birds avoided them like the plague and Beowulf only skulked around the street levels. But they were so high…

Pine nodded briskly. “Very well, the SkyBridges it is. I believe the closest one is that way.” He pointed and began walking, the wooden floor thudding with each step. Lirr, Juniper and Haley followed as they had always done, winding through the wooden maze of buildings. None questioned why all the buildings on the lower levels were interconnected; it had always been that way, for as long as they could remember. Several of the tunnels were splattered with old blood, red stains forever residing in the deep recesses of the maze. Many of them had names: Kendall, James, Henry, Victoria. But others were much too old for any of the group to remember and they passed these with heavy hearts, seeing accusing ghosts staring with angry eyes.

Pine stopped at a door covered with gouges, wooden splinters teetering precariously off the massive rents. Slowly he touched the prickly surface and pushed. Wind whipped through the opening, mussing Haley’s hair into a veritable tangle. The four stepped out onto a long, thin platform. The SkyBridges connected the upper levels with the street levels, long metal platforms extending from building to building with a door on each end. Far below them, almost invisible in darkness were the streets, faint neon lights barely visible to the occupants of the SkyBridge.

Haley gulped, feeling adrenaline pulse through her like lightning, palms immediately sweaty. The wind howled through the avenues of buildings, rattling the chains welded to the bottom of each SkyBridge. While the other four were busy setting up sleeping spots, Haley stood in paralyzed terror, unable to take her eyes off the plunging streets and windows.

“Haley?”

She turned, eyes white all around. Pine held out his hand, a stern expression on his face.

“Take my hand.”

She reached out with her own cold palm and gripped his warm one. Slowly, the man pulled her from the edge of the SkyBridge and into the relative safety of the middle. Haley breathed a sigh of relief and smiled weakly at Pine. He didn’t smile back –when did he ever smile at all?- but she could see the faint hint of reassurance in his eyes. Pine turned away, mumbling to himself about plans, and Haley settled down on the cold metal. Lirr hummed a lullaby as she always did, the comforting wordless tune lulling her eyes closed. Juniper was tempted to leap off the edge of the SkyBridge, just to see what would happen but faint images of stern words and angry faces flickered through her mind. She growled at the vague impressions, annoyed they had interceded but closed her eyes in supplication nonetheless. Pine slept, so to speak, with one eye open, always aware, always on guard. Haley settled in her spot, a brief thrill of terror running up her spine at the thought of rolling in her sleep and falling over the edge but exhaustion pulled her mind into a maelstrom of darkness.

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“And Beowulf, strong and handsome-”

“Are you like Beowulf, Daddy?”

Laughter. “Yeah, I’m just as strong as Beowulf, just as handsome and I can kill monsters with my bare hands!”

Giggle. “Show me, Daddy! Show me how!”

“All right, then.” A shift, blankets tumbling. “Hark! ‘Tis the monstrous creature Grendel! I, the great Beowulf, shall slay yon monstrous creature and save the princess!”

“Am I a princess, Daddy?”

Tickling, uncontrollable laughter. “You betcha you are! Daddy’s little princess!”

“Daddy! S-s-stop! S-s-stop.”

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There was no night on the SkyBridges, merely a faint darkening of the burnt amber sky. When it lightened and cast an eerie orange shadow over the SkyBridge, four occupants slowly, groggily opened their eyes. Haley woke on the wrong side, having rolled quite close to the edge in her sleep. She screamed and scrambled back, bumping into Juniper. The other girl smacked Haley on the head, annoyed at her panic. Pine yawned and stretched.

“P-Pine?”

Said man turned to the trembling Lirr. “Yes?”

In answer she pointed, chewing on her other hands nails, tiny droplets of blood blossoming. Pine looked and hissed.

Birds. Thousands of them. Staring at the one SkyBridge with unnerving silence. Claws gripping metal edges, chains and lamp posts.

“Everyone?”

Eyes turned, looked up and widened.

“Run.”

They ran. Shoes pounding on the thin metal SkyBridge, wind stealing breath and warmth. The birds rose in a thunderous chorus of beating wings, a conflagration of feathers and claws. Flashes of white from seagulls, blank openings around the few eagles, bright neon colors of macaws, flickering of sky orange as tiny chickadees, sparrows, parrotlets darted through the flock. Pine reached the door before everyone else and yanked it open, staring at the colorful cloud of feathers.

“Hurry! They’re gaining!”

The Birds may avoid a SkyBridge but this did not mean they could not fly around it. From the streets came a loud, raucous cry and the coloured flock above split as black bodies hurtled themselves from below. Feathers twisted in the maelstrom as hundreds of crows twined through the larger flock before the colored cousins dropped in dives, vanishing from sight. The crows, as one entity, raced towards the fleeing people, black eyes glittering with malevolence.

Juniper pulled a terrified Lirr by her arm, almost ripping the arm from its socket, and both cleared the threshold. Haley gasped, heart throbbing, breath almost painful.

She felt the swirl of wind from thousands of beating wings. A black feather, orange sunlight flaring through the pinions, floated past, dancing a frenzied tango in the air. Haley felt her shirt catch and heard the much-too-close-for-comfort rasping cry. She tripped and almost fell as black wings buffeted her hair and a sharp beak shot pain through her ear. She reached around and waved ineffectually, hoping to dislodge her unwelcome tag-along. Her hand hit something warm and a hoarse screech confirmed her victory. She heard a tearing sound as the crow took a piece of her shirt with it as it fell into the abyss. Haley leaped for the remaining few feet and barely cleared the threshold. Pine slammed the door. It shuddered as hollow bones smashed themselves against its frame.

Haley could hardly believe it. She had survived the onslaught relatively unscathed. Her earlobe was bleeding but it would clot and her clothes already had so many holes one more wouldn’t make much of a difference. Her heart still threatened to burst out of her chest but she was alive… or whatever the birds did to people. They knew Beowulf tore its victims to pieces and usually left massive blood pools. However, The Birds would descend upon the target and then vanish, leaving no trace besides piles of feathers. It made it so much harder to remember the ones lost to The Birds as there was nothing to mark their death. Every time they came across the mutilated body of a bird she made certain it received a few kicks for all the ones it had taken, despite the fact it had, most likely, been torn apart by Beowulf. Haley had once tried to write all their names down on a piece of paper but it had fallen when running from Beowulf. So she mourned, forgot, and life went on.

Lirr struggled to sit, Juniper’s hand on her arm impeding her attempts. Juniper snorted, flinging Lirr’s arm away and stood. Lirr whimpered, certain she would have bruises, and put her hand on the cold metal wall to aid in pulling her limp legs beneath her. Pine glanced around the hallway the SkyBridge had led them to and froze.

The place was cold metal with tiny slits near the ceiling, allowing cool air to circulate throughout. The hallway curved ever so slightly, monotony broken by various identical doors along the way. The slight hum of machinery could be heard, vibrating the floor beneath their feet. Fluorescent lights depleted any shadows, causing winces and the narrowing of eyes.

“Shit. We’re in the middle levels.”

Lirr whined and backed herself against the metal wall, glancing around the brightly lit hallway with paranoid eyes. A crazy smile pulled the corners of Juniper’s mouth, her brain already anticipating the flight. Not many SkyBridge doors led to the middle levels, the more common way of reaching them was walking the Staircases. In the middle levels both The Birds and Beowulf roamed. Each door led to an upper tower or a lower street, enabling both combatants to avoid one another easily and escape from the others bloody beaks or caked claws merely by going through a door. Unfortunately, Pine had not explored the middle levels all that much; a denizen of the lower levels, he hadn’t even seen the upper tiers until the arrival of Beowulf. Dale had been a middle denizen as was…

Pine turned to Haley, his eyes cold and hard but hinting at barely restrained panic. Haley noticed this and swallowed. She couldn’t do this, she couldn’t do anything. She hated to disappoint Pine but… but… she just couldn’t.

CLUNK!

WHIRRRRRRR

Heads whipped around. The floor rumbled and mist hissed through the vents on the walls, twining around the four’s ankles. There was a loud banging sound, reverberating through the hallway. Lirr cupped her hands over her ears, face twisted in pain.

Juniper turned in a random direction, eyes wild with glee. “Hurry! This way!” And took off.

Haley, relieved someone had taken control, followed, making certain to pull Lirr along. Pine took one hesitant glance backwards, at the source of the mechanical sounds, before running after his group mates.

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“What is wrong with you?!”High, frantic voice.

“Nothing is wrong with us! I am perfectly normal! It is you, you and that monster who are bad!”

Clenched in anger. “You’re not my daughter.”

Laughter. “Oh, I’m not, but this body is.”

Pain, hands gripping shoulders. “Give me back my daughter! GIVE HER BACK!” Eyes wild, ponytail mussed, strands dangling in eyes.

Smile. “Which one?”

********************

They ran, hearts pounding, palms sweating. They ran through one? two? hundreds? of identical hallways. The floor thrummed beneath their feet, soft plinking sounds an irregular heartbeat. Suddenly the hallway fell out and they entered a massive room. All four halted, brains still behind them, struggling to comprehend the sudden change.

Haley stared, eyes wide. “The Control Room.” She whispered in awe. She had never seen the Control Room, heard of it, yes, but never actually seen the collection of machinery that ran every door in The City. The room was, as was everything in the middle levels, steel, but had millions of various wires running from a round, metal leviathan in the middle. Lightning sparked, dashing down hundreds of the wires, leaping from metal string to metal string and flashing brightly when it hit a wall.

“The what?”

Haley turned to Juniper, still filled with awe, and so unable to feel offended at the other girls’ interruption. “It’s the Control Room.” She pointed to a wire, electricity hissing through it. “Each wire leads to a different door. It controls everything.”

Juniper glanced at the wired leviathan and raised an eyebrow. “It doesn’t look so impressive to me.”

“Shhhh... don’t insult it. What if it gets mad?”

“It’s a machine. It can’t get mad... it can’t feel anything at all.”

“No! It’s very, very powerful. Powerful enough to-“ She paused. “What’s that sound?”

The four paused, listening. Soft, hissed whispers echoed through the sizzling of electricity.

Tink

Pine glanced around frantically. He’d never heard such sounds and looked over at Haley, hoping it was a normal occurrence for the middle levels. Unfortunately, her eyes were widening and skin paling at a rapid rate. Pine swallowed and flicked his eyes over one of the large wires, wincing as lightning sparked.

Lirr was the first to spot the creatures. Her frantic gestures alerted the others and they all whipped around, fear humming through every vein. Over the metal leviathan came long, thin metal fingers, each point ringing against the unyielding surface. The arachnid legs pulled large, bulbous heads over the edge, the robotic appendages many-lensed surfaces swiveling around the cavernous room.

“Sweetie? I-If you can hear me… I’m sorry. I-I….I never meant for this to happen. You’re my little baby, my only daughter, and… and I l-love you.”

Haley covered her ears, the tinny, staticked voice filling her mind. Lirr screamed and fell to the floor, nails digging into her skin. Images flashed through her mind, each one smashing harder into her brain as if the familiar robotic voice was driving a stake into every orifice. Juniper blinked, hearing the voice and instantly recognizing the source. Something tugged her muscles, a deep rooted feeling wired into her very being.

She took off.

Pine whipped around to stare at Juniper as she ran towards the robotic spider-like machines. “What are you doing?!”

“Take Haley and Lirr and GO!! I’ll take care of these!”

“Wh-what?... j-j… are you insane?!”

“GO!!!”

Hesitantly, Pine turned and grabbed the traumatized girls’ wrists. He gave one brief look behind before running out of the room and down the hallway.

Pine had barely made it past the first set of doors when the familiar clicking of black claws on metal echoed throughout the long, twining hallway. He felt Lirr collapse, her small but heavy form pulling his arm down. From behind came the whispered hiss of faint words, calling to him, telling him to rest and relax and they would take him to a –white walls and steady beeping of machinery- where people were –worried faces, peering down over tear streaked cheeks-

Pine shook his head, dispelling the hypnotic voices. He didn’t know which way to go, the hallway distorting the sound waves. He decided to choose at random and flung open a door, sprinting through it as fast as he could with two almost dead weights.

Click

Snuff

Lirr fell from his grasp and he stumbled. She collapsed on the hard, metal floor of the middle level and tasted the tang of blood. Pine whipped around, prepared to sling her over his shoulder if he had to but froze. Beowulf was coming up the corridor.

********************

Sitting, unable to sleep, eyes wide in terror, hands clenching the frail shield of a gown, waiting for the sound of tiptoed steps, the soft creak of hinges, the hush, the voice, hoarse and rough.

“Hello, princess.”

********************

The massive creature known as Beowulf clicked up the corridor slowly, assured of his prey. It had the body of a massive grizzly, the soft brown fur matted with blood. The head had been cleanly severed, gristle and bone exposed to the elements. Stitched to bleeding muscle was a wolf’s head, the tiny canine appendage too small to fill the great grizzly neck. The wolf’s jaws snarled, baring teeth blackened with gore as Beowulf padded closer to its victims.

Haley glanced back, wondering at the lack of movement and saw the creature coming inexorably towards them. She screamed and struggled to escape Pine’s grip. Pine merely tightened his fingers, never taking his eyes off the monstrosity before him. Beowulf’s glazed yellow eyes flicked over to the thrashing girl and the crusty wolf lips pulled back over black teeth in a rictous grin.

“Princesss, my liiiittle princesssss. Come to daaaaddy.”

Haley froze at the sound of the voice. It was her Daddy’s voice. But how could her Daddy be in a place like this? She wanted to find her Daddy, to take comfort from his presence, to have him hold her and tell her it was all okay…

Pine heard the voice and knew. He felt Haley try to move towards Beowulf but violently pulled her back, slamming her back onto the ground. The dazed girl blinked up at the twisted face of Pine and felt… something… was it fear? For whom? About what?

“Come to daaaaddy, princesssss. Don’t you loooove your daaaaddy?”

Beowulf moved forward, the compacting and relaxing of muscles spurting fresh blood and coating the cool, metal walls in bright red. Claws scraped, halting just before the prone, paralyzed form of Lirr. Lirr huddled in a fetal position, feeling the hot droplets of blood roll down her arms and shivered, her own seemingly cold tears running from her eyes.

“No… Daddy… no… stop… Daddy…”

Pine hissed at Beowulf, inching closer to Lirr, hoping to grab her and run before Beowulf noticed she was there. Misted yellow eyes flicked over to Pine and the wolf snarled, spittle oozing from its jaws. Pine glared right back, assured of his purpose now that he faced Beowulf. He had been created precisely for this; to keep Beowulf away from all of them. Certainly, it had been much harder when there had been a lot of them but now there was only three and he would do everything he could to make sure Beowulf didn’t so much as look at them.

Lirr couldn’t move. Fear deadened her limbs, pounding through her temples in a mad drumming. She couldn’t think. She couldn’t breath. She knew. She knew Beowulf was bad. Beowulf did bad things. Bad things to her. That’s what she was; a vessel for bad things. It was so the others like Haley and Victoria and Juniper and… and… the others… so they could function. Without Lirr there would be no smiles, no joy, no...no normalcy. She wasn’t meant to fight back. She couldn’t, even if she wanted to. It was against her everything. She was the little girl who huddled among her bed sheets at night, waiting for the familiar sounds. She was the one who flinched every time a door closed, who cringed whenever Daddy spoke. Because she was Daddy’s little princess.

Beowulf lunged, claws scrabbled for purchase on the metal floor, blood shooting like red water fountains from the exposed veins and muscles of its neck. Pine scrambled back, pulling Haley with him, barely avoiding the snap of crusty jaws. The creature threw back its head, tendons pulling taught, bone crunching, and howled.

Haley snapped awake from her daze. The gurgling cry from mismatched parts was not her Daddy. She stared at the monstrosity before her and bit back a scream. How could she have thought that was her Daddy? Pine noticed Haley’s awakening and took his chance.

“Haley! Listen to me!”

Said girl turned to face him, eyes wide.

“Haley, you have to get away from here! I’ll take care of Lirr and Beowulf!”

“But-“

“No time!” Beowulf lunged once more and Pine dodged, black spittle flying onto his arm.

Haley hesitated, unsure, then ran. The gargled howling of Beowulf followed her down the metal hallway, the sound bouncing angrily off the steel walls. She flung open a door, any door, and shot through it, slamming the metal aperture behind her. Wind whipped through the massive opening in the wall to her right, blowing straw and bits of newspaper everywhere. Beneath her feet the stone floor was cool and slightly moistened with atmosphere. Below, the roofs of buildings slunk, intertwined with wires and chains. Clouds, dark and gloomy, skulked in between the avenues, occasionally blocking the view. Randomly interspersed among the connected apartments were other towers, casting dark shadows from their stone walls onto the avenues below them, walls gaping like screaming mouths. Haley watched as tiles from one of the towers roofs slipped and fell from their anchor, making no sound as they fell down, down, down, down.

She was in the upper levels.

Haley stumbled away from the dangerous drop, adrenaline sizzling through her veins, and looked around for the fluttering of feathers or stare of beady eyes. Finding traces of neither she sighed and slumped to the floor.

“I’m so sorry. You know I love you, right? Despite what he did to you? I-I didn’t kn… know!”

The robotic spider-like things were back. Haley frantically looked around for their silhouettes but saw nothing. Hesitantly, fear pounding into her temples, she looked over the edge of the opening.

Her stomach plunged and her heart flung itself into her mouth, coppery panic coating her tongue. Hundreds, thousands, crawled slowly but inexorably towards her, their long, pointed limbs chinking into the stone wall. Several were dragging broken, sparking limbs behind them and many had dull, cracked lenses. They sported newly spilled blood that congealed in the cold wind of the Upper towers. One still had a familiar arm gripping its arachnid legs, exposed meat and bone glimmering dully in the faint sunlight.

“Please, show me a sign you can hear me…. Come back to me… I love you…”

Haley stumbled away from the ledge and ran to the first opening she saw. A doorway to nothingness, the doorjamb plunging off into blackness and no sign of pale cream stairs leading to safety. Haley paused, torn between two dangers. There were only two doorways in the Upper levels; the Staircases which lead to all other levels and the dark doors which merely led to different Towers. The longer she stayed in the upper levels the more likely it was that the Birds would find her. And if they ever discovered she was here… unprotected….

“Please…. Come back… I love you…… Haley.”

She jumped.

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“How could you do that?!” tears, anger, shattering of glass.

“I-I don’t-“

“SHUT UP! How could you DO that to your own DAUGHTER?! TO OUR DAUGHTER!”

CRASH! Tink,tinktink

Cringing, huddled, fear.

“Get OUT! Get OUT, you sick fuck!!”

CRASH! Skck kkch

PAIN! Too much PAIN! Eyes open? Eyes open? Can’t see! CAN’T SEE!

“Oh my god! Oh my godohmygodohmygod! What are you DOING?! Call an ambulance! I’m sorry ,I’m sorry I’m sorry.”

********************

Flutter

Sksh

Chirp

AAAACAAAAWWWWWW!

Haley bolted upright, the harsh scream echoing in her ears. She screamed herself. The blue and gold macaw cocked its head and whistled. There was an answer from the timneh african grey perched on a beam, followed by a soft, womanly voice.

“Haley….Ark Ark Ark Come BACK!”

Said girl scrambled backwards, her back hitting a cool, stone wall. There were birds… everywhere! Parrots, hawks, a massive eagle even seagulls. All adding to the cacophony of noise and confusion. Haley could barely make out the giant hole behind the feathery bodies, even the wind dulled and barely noticeable above the press of avians. From what she could see the door had led her to the other end of the City. Many of the buildings she recognized had been turned so she now faced their backs instead of the windowless front. Despite being unable to see below Haley knew the towers and wooden under structures were abandoned, dull and unkept. Berefit from the many that used to house below.

“HelloHelloHelloHELLOHELLOHELLOHELLO!”

Haley shrieked, noticing the eclectus on the floor beside her and tripped trying to escape its black beady gaze. She was surrounded, the only way out blocked by several glaring crows. Haley was not about to leap out the missing wall in front of her as she would never survive. Then again, she definitely wouldn’t survive surrounded by Birds. Haley quickly braced herself against the cool, stone wall and stood. The Birds cocked their heads, some whistling. As long as they’re not trying to kill me, I’m fine. She eyed the eclectus and contemplated kicking it away but decided against such a rash action.

Haley took the brief respite to gather her wits. She had jumped after the spider robots had… had… said her name in such a familiar voice. She shuddered, the memory pulling her to –hand clutching hand, eyes dark with sleeplessness, tears running- It caused her insides to twist and her brain to feel like mush. Her eyes throbbed faintly and Haley pressed her thumbs against them, drawing away from the voice, into herself. She concentrated on the cool stone beneath her and the faint fluttering of feathers, wind howling.

There was a sudden commotion, birds letting out their own screeches and chirps, before they all took off in a thunderous storm of sound. Haley cracked open an eyelid, barely able to see anything for the feathery tumbling. Eventually the parrots, hawks, and parakeets had all flown away. If the Birds were flying away then-

Bolting upright, Haley frantically looked for an escape route. The Birds would bring the flock leader, she was sure of it. The thing that controlled them, the thing that told them to attack, to kill. She struggled to her feet, every bone in her body screaming from abuse.

Flutter

Chirp

An explosion. Haley flattened herself against the stone wall, hair blown into her face by the wind. Wings, many wings, all beating in irregular heartbeats, swirling, dancing. Haley managed to squint in the wind and stared.

A thousand birds were swirling around a single point on the straw-strewn floor, flying so fast she could barely differentiate between each feathered avian. And…. and there seemed to be someone standing on that point, barely visible through the maelstrom of birds. A flash of white, a swirl of pale hair. The birds slowly, almost reluctantly, quieted, some flying off to perch on the interlocking beams, others still fluttering about.

She was pale, white even. Her skin almost translucent, blue veins faintly pulsing beneath the frail shield of flesh. Her long, white hair swirled in the slight breeze, tangling in her silver dress. Several of the birds flew in lazy circles around her, their brown and green bodies contrasting sharply.

She came forward, towards Haley, bare feet making no sound on the cleared stone floor. Her dress swirled about her ankles like an ethereal shroud. Briefly, Haley saw faint, almost glassy, feathery wings flaring upwards from the woman’s shoulders but a grey cloud obscured the orange sun and the vision was lost. Haley flinched as cool, slender fingers cupped her cheek, lifting her eyes to the pale woman’s. Except the pale woman had no eyes.

Fixed in the sockets were mirrors, marred with fine cracks, shattering Haley’s image into a thousand pieces. Clear blood leaked from the hollows, trailing down her cheeks, almost like tears. But Haley knew it was blood. Staring into her broken image, she knew. And the crackled image of her faded into different faces, each familiar in their own right. Bailey, Jenn, Hine, Dale… ones taken by the Birds, who vanished. She saw… but how could she see? She was blind.

Her vision plunged into darkness. She knew she stood in the upper tiers, a pale woman with broken eyes caressing her cheek. She could still feel the woman’s cool fingers on her face, icy cold breath tickle her hair. And she could hear…

“You are the last of them. The one that all the others went through. You are the intermediary, the crux and you are mine. I have saved you from Beowulf, from his mindless destruction. You can let go, leave those harmful memories, your pain... For I have saved the last remaining piece of Haley. ”

Author's Closing Remarks: Confused? Well, before you close this story in anger and stomp off to your hovel of mud and classic poop I shall explain.

This story is about a girl who has Dissociative Personality Disorder previosuly known as Multiple Personality Disorder. It is often seen in females who have been sexually abused as children. I won't give the entire story away but basically she's in a hospital, travelling through her own mind with her other personalities while avoiding the manifestation of her father.

Mmmyup.

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