380. Season of night, 3

(Bleue)

I don't really want to stop and chat with the voice I just heard inside my chest.

I just want its help to survive.

I'm falling down into the street in a scream, and land painfully.

My thoughts and the voice's thought overlap.

Stand up!

Time feels as if it goes slightly slower. It's more intense and it feels burning hot inside my veins.

The beast is charging me. The optimum combination of old world and new in biology is charging me.

I can see my hands clench, and a fist going ahead for another punch.

It's feeling different.

I break the hand of the beast again. It's still not over.

It crushes me down onto the ground of the street, but my body holds.

Something new is happening.

With every breath, with each strike, the skin of my body darkens, and the flesh below feels different.

I feel better.

I've begun absorbing the ambient T.I, all over my body.

I did it.

Instead of weakening, I'm now getting back onto my feet and healing as fast as I move.

Though my skin is turning grey or shadier.

With the recent panic, I just don't care about how it looks. I still have tears of terror and fear of death in the corners of my eyes.

I'm fighting back. Breaking bones, ripping skin and muscles.

Using strength from beyond to act in here.

The insane monster still doesn't falter nor stop fighting. It's still the stronger one on every aspect, even if I'm becoming a better challenge.

Sometimes, it groans or yells the name of Rose Blume at me. That's how it calls me.

But it's mostly beastly roars it gives.

I'm hearing myself yelling as well soon enough.

I yell my own wrath and anger.

My hands catch the ridge between two of the heaviest muscles of the arm and rip them apart for good. Blood is spilled again, all over me and my feet.

The beast steps back during its surge of pain, holding its wound for a moment.

I'm just there, a step ahead, breathing heavily still. My hands release the twitching lumps of flesh dripping in warmth. My skin is getting darker and darker.

My wounds are gone. So are most of my clothes after all that happened.

I don't care.

I just want to destroy that monster.

And I realise I still need more power to beat it.

I spread my wings ominously again, like a bird trying to intimidate something just as primal.

But now the gate is gone, and the flood spreads within all of my cells.

All the surface of my feathers becomes my new lungs, or my roots to the world of T.I.

The ambient light around my wings becomes dimmer. Even I can notice it.

The beast realises I'm doing something nasty and jumps at me with renewed wrath.

I'm getting stronger, the more I can absorb and change.

I fight back. I punch it again, so hard into the armour of scaly leather of its torso, that I actually make it stop and step back. That weight I could send onto its torso caused a shock strong enough for that, and also to send me and my feet deep into the ground as if the rubbles were just mud.

I jump myself out.

It roars ominously. It gathers its own spell that is the storm above us.

This beast carries the wrath of Zeus above us... I can feel the electricity all around us building up as we fight.

It will send lightning at me in a moment.

It finally launches it. Its own strong way with magic. Storm, thunder and lightning. It orders the strongest of it with a different roar aimed at me. I can't avoid it.

The lightning blinds me as it falls down from the sky and onto my eyes.

~

I've passed out.

I can't see anything.

I think I was struck by lightning?

I recover my senses right where I was and lost them.

I'm standing in the middle of desolation, under heavy cloud and dark rain.

I'm still facing a faceless beastly demon.

I still am.

But it's not moving right now.

I think it's just as surprised as I am that I'm still standing right now.

I'm feeling rather good.

P - You...

B - Me?

My skin has turned soot black I notice on my hands and arms. I think I'm naked now, but mostly I think my entire body surface is now lamp black and shrouded, from hair, nails and to feathers.

I grin voraciously, though it's probably invisible now.

The balance of fear finally is tilting the other way.

B - I'm going to kill you.

P - Try me...

We yell and charge. My strength grew, and probably my weight too.

My punch this time sent it one wider step back, but oddly not me. My momentum shifted weirdly inside of me. My weight has changed to stop my falling back?

I strike again.

It still is stronger and throws me back into the air with a brutal strike.

I try to fly up there but fail and fall down.

Stand up.

I stand up.

I'm hearing myself laughing. I'm feeling no pain whatsoever now, and that's weirdly amusing.

But I can't forget my anger. I want to burn that thing back to hell.

I want to vaporise it like Rose can do with her light.

I can't focus as we both go for pugilism on the ground like beasts.

I try to fly again, flapping my stronger wings.

Something doesn't carry me and I fall again.

O - You don't need wings to fly...

I stand up. I understand the advice as if it was mine.

The demon is charging me, still as wild as always, focused. Despite its wounds and broken limbs, it's not faltering.

Something intense is happening inside of me too.

My spread wings don't flap, but my feet leave the ground.

My entire body remains static, my wings wide open, but I'm rising clearly into the air.

My brain feels like it's flapping itself instead of the wings. It hurts a lot, and makes me feel mad. But it's working, I can do it.

I focus my wrath and the pain from my head.

That along the previous worry for Rose and panic against my imminent doom, it all collapses.

It makes me laugh.

Everything is becoming insane.

I laugh. I'm having fun while the burning sensation scatter in my brain.

I'm still terrified and lost like before, scared for our lives.

My hatred and anger take over and everything explodes below me as I scream my pain away.

In a flap of my wings, things explode and flames scatter.

I'm venting. I'm expelling all my suffering away with wrath, and fire.

I'm burning everything down there.

The flames came out of nowhere, and spread all over the street and rubbles in an instant, as if it was raining white spirit instead of water.

The beast still fights.

It jumps to me as I'm laughing above the fires.

I laugh, holding it back and spitting more fire directly through my hands as they touch its flesh.

My hands have become translucent I notice, as I can see the flames dancing below through them.

I'm translucent black...

A part of me realises it, and knows what this means.

Another part of me is having so much fun fighting this demon, laughing and enjoying burning it alive.

I'm unable to control myself.

I'm laughing beyond control while everything goes ablaze below me.

I'm flying after the beast now finally attempting to flee. Just to burn it and wound it even further.

Until everything I can see just is wind in the fields of blaze.

A few blocks of the city vanish in that flood of flames, while I continue to laugh uncontrollably.

~

I land a while later, still giggling from the irony of doom and amusement I had.

The concerns return a little, but I'm still nervously giggling.

The rain is gone and the clouds scattered. The fires ended a moment ago as I began to leave them behind.

I'm heading toward Rose as I still worry.

She climbed up the cliff. She couldn't find the right time or way to react against that foe.

Our life was almost over because of that... She failed... And I gambled...

She's walking toward me as well, showing all sorts of worries and woes over her face.

As I'm walking toward her, my weight begins to return into my flesh.

My skin lightens and becomes pale again.

I reappear as should be gradually, much to her relief and mine.

We sigh between tears and just hug each other without a word.

We survived.

~