Author's Note: So this is a writing contest entry for a forum called Labyrinth. Prompt: The story begins on a deserted beach shore. It involves only two characters, who washed up on the shore from some type of accident. One of them is blind, one injured, and neither know each other. At some point in the story one has to have some kind of emotional attack. The story comes to a close with them stumbling upon some sort of civilization.
~A Supernatural Story~
I wake up on a deserted shore unsure of where I am. The last thing I can remember is sitting down to dine with the love of my life. After that, darkness is all that there left. No matter how hard I try to remember, I cannot come up with what happened there.
The longer I sit here that more the memories keep coming back. I can remember a light and then screams. I can remember Daniel reaching for me and something wet hitting my face. After that, there is still nothing. Maybe I don't want to remember what happened after that.
Darkness still surrounds me. I know that my eyes are open, but they are unseeing. Where did my vision go?
I carefully pull myself to my feet. I don't want to move too much because I am still a bit shaky. I pull my senses out as far as I can. I can sense nothing. There is no sign of civilization. I am all that is here.
I sit down hard and buried my face into my skirts. Angry tears begin to fall. How could this have happened? Why did this have to happened to me now? I kick at the sand. This is not supposed to happen to me! I am a noble's daughter for heaven's sake!
I stand up and scream toward the sea. I say nothing that resembles any type of known language. I scream and let it out. By the time I am done, my voice is hoarse and I am numb. The nip in the air doesn't even bother me anymore.
Crossing my arms over my chest I begin to walk down the beach. There is no reason for me to stay where I am. I need to find someone to help me and give me back my vision. I walk for a few metres until I smell the blood.
Oh, yes, it is possible to smell blood. It smells raw and sticky. It's sweetness stands out over the odours of wherever it is I am. I stop and stare down at where the blood is coming from. It takes me a few minutes to remember that I can longer see.
"Are you going to stare at me or are you going to help me?" a sharp, male voice snaps from below my feet.
"If you're going to be like that, then I'm just going to leave you here," I snap back not adding that I can't see him. I am the type of girl who doesn't put up with any man's nonsense.
"Please, help me!" The voice below my feet begs. "If you don't, then I'll die."
"You really should be kinder to strangers," I say.
The voice falls silent. "Look, it's been a really rough day."
"You and me both," I mutter.
I can hear movement and groans of pain from beneath my feet. The male coughs and gasps for air. I am not sure what he is doing. For all I knew, he could be preparing to kill me. My heart picks up speed as that thought entered my mind. Yet, my feet will not move. I hate this. It is as if I am no longer in control of my body.
A few minutes later, the movement stops. Everything, even the sea behind us, falls quite. My breath catches. Is he baring a knife at me? What is he doing? I wish that I could just see what he is doing. The darkness makes me nervous. It makes me feel so weak.
The movement starts up again. This time it is closer to my face. I step back and trip over something. I prepare myself for impact as I soar toward the sand. Suddenly, I am back on my feet in the same spot that I had been just seconds before. I narrow my eyes. How had that happened?
The male snickers. "You may want to watch your step there. You are not very graceful." He is roaring with laughter now.
I fight the urge to stick my tongue out at him. I have to remember that I am a lady and ladies do not stick their tongues out at men. We poison them or sent them to the Tower. Instead I stomp down the beach. I don't have time for him away. I need to find a way back to civilization.
The male falls in step with me. He is limping and groaning in pain. I'm not about to offer to support him. If he wants to follow me, then he will have to do so without any aid from me. I pick my pace up. Hopefully, this will shake him.
"Will you slow it down?" he demands. His groans have grown worse over the last few metres. "Some of us happen to be injured here."
I shrug. "You didn't have to follow me."
The male puts his arm around me and I shake it off. Something is just not right about him. His body is hot and not fever hot either. It feels as if he glows against my skin. His aura feels funny. I am not one to buy into the whole aura colour thing, but this guy made me question my theory. If only I could see who he really is.
The male does not reach out to touch me again. I can hear movement again. If I listen closer, I can hear the blood running down between his shoulder blades. I can hear each drop as it hits the sand with a gentle splash. The running of blood reminds me of crying.
Crying is something that I have not been able to do for years. Father also said that crying made a person weak. I am not a weak person.
I'm not sure how exactly I can hear the blood running and hitting the ground. I know that the loss of one sense heightens the others, but I know that it is not to this extent. I narrowed my unseeing eyes. There's something wrong with me. I just know it!
I reach out and touch the male's back. I'm not sure why I am doing this. It's like I'm drawn to him. Even though I can't see it, I know there is something wrong with his aura. The never ending flow of blood isn't normal. I really don't know much about the medical field, but a little voice is telling me that he should have bled to death by now.
Unless, he isn't bleeding that much.
I remove my hand from his back and place it under my nose. No, there is an overpowering smell of blood. That is not from a little tickle of blood. "Why aren't you dead?" I ask.
The male snorts and moves away from me. "You sound like you want me to die?"
I wipe my hand on my skirts. "No, it just doesn't make sense to me."
"If everything in the world made sense, then we wouldn't have mystery."
I chew my lip as I thought about it. Mystery in the world is a good thing. Without mystery, there really isn't a reason to live. However, I'm not going to tell him that he's right. There's no way in Heaven or Hell that I can bring myself to admit this arrogant boy has some good ideas.
The male starts walking again, but doesn't say another word. I pick up my skirts and follow the sounds of his footsteps. We walk in silence for a few minutes.
"Do you know what happened to you?" I ask him.
He sighs. "It's a long story."
"Did the same thing happen to me? Do you know what happened to me?" I press. If he had been with me, then he could tell me what happened to me and the rest of the people who I had been with. "Please?"
The male sighs again. "It's a long story," he says slowly.
I grab what I think is his arm and shake it. "Can you start with me?"
"I was not with you."
My heart sinks. So much for my plan. "Well, what happened to you then?"
I hear him sigh again. Is sighing all he can do? "Like I said, it's a long story."
"Look, there's no one else around and nothing better to do," I say. "We have nothing but time."
The male stops. I bet if I could see him, he is probably staring at me with an annoyed expression. He had been a pain to me for most of this, the least he could do is tell me his story. "It's a dark tale. I'm not sure that a lady such as yourself should hear it."
I wince. I hate whenever people sugar coat things to me because I am female. If I want to know something, then I should have the right to know it. "You can tell me. I'm sure that I can handle it."
I hear the male move around. "I'm not sure if I can tell it to you," he says in a small voice. It amazes me how easily someone's personality could change so easier. Maybe his earlier act had been a front to cover up for what he really is.
"You never know, talking it out might help you," I say in my most charming voice.
I can almost hear him think about it. "I did something really awful," he whispers. I can hear him kicking the sand. I imagine him staring down at the sand looking like a small child who has been caught with his hand in the biscuit jar.
"Were you forgiven?" I ask. My father always said that the first thing you had to do when you sinned was to beg for forgiveness.
"No," his voice is growing even smaller. "What I did is unforgivable."
I try to think what could be unforgivable. Everything can be forgiven in my book. "Can you tell me?" I reach out and touch his bloodied shoulder. The blood is not bothering me as much now.
"You don't give up easy," he states.
I shake my head. "I just want to know who my company is."
He pauses. If I could see, I bet he is rolling his eyes. "Don't say I didn't warn you," he says after a few minutes. His voice is stronger. "I killed her and got away with it. That is my unforgivable act. I lost my wings and everything I had." He doesn't sound very sorry for what he did. If anything, he sounds a little proud of it.
I step back quickly. I need to get away from this crazy person. No, he's not a crazy person! He's a murderer, a cold blooded killer! I run down the beach. I can't stay here with him. I could be his next victim.
I run into something hard. I fall backwards as I grasp for breath.
"My sweet, running will get you nowhere," he says as he picks me up. "I would not be a gentleman if I did not help a lady out in need."
I pull away from him and spat in what I hope is his face. He is no gentleman. Gentleman don't kill innocent girls. I kick at him and take off running again. I'm not sure where I'm going; all that matters is that get away from him.
I pick up my skirts. Branches are hitting every bit of my body, but I don't care. He killed someone and lost his wings.
Wait! I pause and catch my breath. He lost his wings? Does that make him a fallen angel? I narrow my eyes. If he is a fallen angel, that makes him a demon in my book. Demons were the Devil's children. They had no place on our Earth.
I hear him coming and take off running faster than before. I cannot let this monster catch me. I keep running for what seems like a life time. Now, I can smell smoke and hear voices. Civilization is within in my reach.
"She was warned to stay away from me, but she was drawn to me and my power," he shouts as he tramps through the undergrowth. "She couldn't. Like you, she was drawn to me. You see, I have an effect on women. They just can't seem to get enough of me." He laughs.
I pay no mind to him. I will not fall for his death trap. I run toward the noise praying to make it before he grabs me. I hope that his constant boasting will slow him down.
The branches stop hitting my face. I can hear the voices in front of me now. I am safe. There is no way that he would dare attack me now.
My heart stops whenever I hear him come up behind me. "You think you can hide from me?" he whispers. "You are just like her. Soon, you will be in my grasp."
I don't answer. He had no idea who he is talking to. I'm not going to be like the other girl.
"Just remember, you will not be in civilization forever," he hisses. "As soon as you step away, I will do to you what I did to Maria."
My heart is racing. Could Maria be the kill who he killed?
He pauses and snorts. "You know what she had the nerve to do in last few minutes of her life? She told me that her tale would serve as a warning to others. Well, she didn't know what she was talking about." He leans in closer. I can feel his hot breath on my neck. "You know what? No one knows what they are talking about."
I scream for help, but I know that it will do no good for the fallen angel has disappeared. However, I know in
my gut that he will be back.