Chapter 2: Alora

CHAPTER 2

ALORA

While my heart was beating intensely, the faint smell of death (and what I assumed magic smelt like) followed me. It was strong enough to make someone spiral with obsession. At this point, I began to notice the scent was coming from exactly the person I was running from - if you could even call him a person. He had deep brown hair trailing all the way down to his shoulders, eyes as dead as his soul was, and a strong jaw with little lingering stubble - he was beautiful. But this attraction wasn't real, he was a demon, he was a Mythos. My parents told me stories of what Mythos were, what they did, and who they killed. Not as a tale for children, but as a warning. Mythos are responsible for tracking down any traces of magic and destroying them. They needed the world to be lacking of hope, or else their lives would be meaningless.

Full of fear, I opened my eyes properly, his strong jaw was clenched, and he visibly looked very disoriented. He did not expect this would go badly. While sprinting to wherever he was taking us, I saw lights travelling past us at very fast speeds. I had an understanding of some of the magical abilities Mythos had, but this definitely was something I hadn't expected. He was running faster than the speed of light, zooming past everyone and everything. And then we stopped.

As if I was the scum of the earth, he threw me to the floor, while trying to glare at me.

'This is your fault we're in this mess witch', he exclaimed, while dragging his arms over his head, peeling his eyes off of me, as if it could cause him harm to look at me anymore.

In response to his use of that filthy word, I let my eyes linger on his face trying to encapsulate all the hate I could in my stare. Shadows were all I could see, there was no sign of light where we were except for my aura obviously blinding this Mythos' vision.

'Turn the damn brightness down or something', he remarked.

'Why would I do that for starters, and you're making it out like I can do that in the first place', I spat,' you need to do some more research on "witches", your lack of information is starting to make me feel like you're incapable of this job'.

I smirked to myself after that response, because I managed to leave him twice as angry as he was in the beginning. I have definitely made better choices before, but the adrenaline was kicking in, and I didn't want to fear this wretched being.

'I despise people like you the most, you're the worst kind of scum', he sieved,' and that's why you're doing to die'.

Suddenly, a blade appeared in my hand, the sharpness intimidated me, and the blade started to slowly urge itself forward toward my heart. I tried with all of my strength to stop it from coming any closer, but the blade knew what it was put there for, and it was not going to disappear.

I tilt my head to the side, making sure to keep the blade as far away from me as possible, licking my lips at him. Perhaps I could use my knowledge of his kind to my advantage? I draw closer to him, and he draws back, the light behind me growing more furious with every step.

'If you're going to kill me do it now', I ordered.

'It's sort of hard when you're blinding my powers with that awful light of yours, witch', he grumbled, still blocking his eyes.

'And to think I was thinking scared of you, when all that can stop you is a little bit of light', i joke, I really am stupid sometimes.

His arms drop, and he suddenly pins me to the floor, taking the dagger out of my hands and forcing it in the air, next to my face.

'Would you bet your life that I can't kill a witch,' he taunted.

'What's that?' I shrieked. His head turned away from me and I used that opportunity to pry myself out of his grasp, a second of excruciating pain came through me as I grazed past his blade. I held my breath, and ran as fast as I could away from him.

I felt like a rabbit, running from a carnivorous wolf, like I was being hunted. I knew if I didn't keep running, he would catch up. I tried to calm my breath, but my chest wouldn't stop rising and falling at a fast pace. The area around me was pitch black as it had been before. Where in gods name am I?

'There is no 'God' here, witch', the grimace of his voice made me want to run, scream, anything to get me away, but realisation hit, and I knew at this point I was done for. All I could do was kneel and let him take my life, or force me to take my own.