Chapter Three: Demons

~If you are reading this, then realize that you are reading the "Chapter Three" for the old version of "Moment of Darkness." As of this moment, everything is being updated and fixed and the new plot lines are completely different. Thank you all for reading though, :) Oh... and also.. This chapter used to be my favorite for this version. After this one the plot line is terrible~

     Not but a minute before I felt his razor teeth slip into my neck like a key into a lock, the visual images ravaged my body. In the first flash, I saw a mirror of the young me gathered at a table filled with celebration. Voices cheered, both vague and clear. Confetti was everywhere, but the people didn't seem to care. A vibrant young girl, Gwen, stood by my other self's side, licking the icing off of a pink sprinkled cupcake. I watched myself lean into the cake, decorated with red swirls around the edges and brown smearing over the rest. With a pursing of the lips and the small breath of air enveloping a small flame, I was forced into the next memory.

     Some five years after my sixth birthday was where I found myself, hovering outside of my body with another image of me. My still younger self had shorter, straight hair and was lined with smooth blond highlights that glittered in a moonlit night. The eyes we both shared were dotted with water in the corners, as we both remembered the incident so clearly. A rumble of thunder descended like a slow wave, enveloping us and then vanishing. I crossed over to her, watching her hunched shoulders be jolted with tears. I knew it was just a memory, and that she wouldn't feel it, but I still tucked the loose strand of hair hanging down behind her ear, wishing I could turn her away from this dark time. This is me. A voice in my head whispered. This still is me.

     Turning away from the sight, I cried into my hands. The ferocity of emotions pelted me with stones, the memory of a time not so long ago when I'd thought of committing vile deeds. The remembrance of what I'd felt; The feeling of something loved with all of your soul, wanting desperately to hold in your arms and take the pain away, gone like a cut from a blade. My young self, eyes dried now, stood with a clouded thought process, praying to the heaven above. The scared girl inside of her formulated a wretched plot, only capable of the miserable. The thoughts that swept over her leaked into my head like an incredibly contagious plague. Our thoughts mingled for a second, and I stood, staring longingly at my wrists, as though we were one in the same. Batting it away with sudden courage, I watched her stumble back up the porch steps and into a silent house, all the while knowing without a doubt what she was about to do.

     Winded and emotionally raw, I found myself in a familiar bedroom, having been transferred into the next memory. The walls were a leafy green color and the boarder a angelic white. The room harbored carmel brown hardwood floors that were appealing to the eye and was filled with a complete set of furniture to match. On the bed sat two fourteen year old girls, both looking close to tears. One had on a smooth purple shirt that tied in the back, hair long and black. She held the other, a girl with long brown hair and a white shirt that revealed her black undershirt. The white-shirted girl was me, balling into the other's arms. Recognizing myself, I realized suddenly who the other was. What night this was. Gwen, holding me with her own bright eyes alarmed at my previous self's revelations, felt like it was yesterday. The feeling of her comfort wrapped around me like a blanket, startling me back to reality.

     His teeth pierced into my skin, my struggles no match for this merciless beast. The sharp pang of loss hit me like a bullet into the stomach as I somehow found my way back into my body, watching Gwen's crumple to the floor. Spasms gripped her body as she still tried to press the monsters back, but they clambered over her and reached for us. Silas gripped my hand, finding my eyes, yanking me towards him. The exit door appeared miles away to my mortified heart, but I set that aside as I rushed towards it, hands gathered in his.

     All around us the terrified screams of the other children in pure agony rang about as the beasts tore into them one by one. The more of us that were attacked and fallen, the more that turned against its own kind, designated traitors. Reaching the back door, Silas gave the door a tap and it swung open like an insane magic trick. Moving off to the side, he nearly shoved me out of the door, causing me to loose my balance, practically falling onto the unforgiving asphalt. My ankle twisted to the side as I landed on it, then folding onto the ground. I bit back tears as the pain swung up my leg, every inch of me screaming like the kids above my head. With a steady 'plop' Silas landed next to me, looking horrified at my weak state. I read the words on his lips ages before it escaped him, the profanity digging into me but not as much as my leg did.

     “Can you walk?” He asked, almost closing his eyes in the horror of the moment. Grimly, I watched his face as with a slight shake of the head I gave him my answer.

     “Come on, you've got to try.” He reached down, and the moment his hand pressed upon my back in aid to help me up, I felt an extreme amount of electricity pulse through my veins, the pain more excruciating then before. And then, just like that, it dwindled, vanishing. My mouth opened and closed in awed wonder, light vapors pouring from my mouth.

     I let him help me up, limping ever so slightly, but able to sustain pressure. At the same moment, one of the undead plopped itself down from the bus, roaring at me. Silas's hand moved like a lightning bolt, striking it so quickly that I couldn't follow the movement. His hand reached for mine, pulling me forward and away from the seething creature who began to follow us like a mad bull.

     “We've got to move faster!” He cried as the thing gained speed, closing in on us. Its eyes were wide with immense hunger, one that could turn the soul to stone.

     “I'm trying! I'm trying!” I choked, the fear rising up into my throat, but the more I willed my legs to move faster, the slower I became, and soon it was Silas practically dragging me along that kept me out of its clutches.

     “You have to let me go,” I demanded of him suddenly, tears welling up in my eyes.

     “I won't leave you!”
     "You have to!"
     "I can't do that to you, Sav!"

     “I'll-I'll trip you if you don't!” It was a weak threat, and he knew it, but with the creatures wild roars joining in a chorus of others, his face read of that filled with pure sorrow.

     “I will never forget you, Savannah.” He said, his tone filled with the utmost sincerity, one that almost made me take him in my arms, begging him not to let me go. To ask that he protect me forever, to keep me like a puppy and carry me to safety.

     And then he removed his arms from my back that had pressed me along, and he sprinted forward, leaving me in the dust, never to look back. I tried to continue after him, but my leg twisted out from underneath of me, and I fell to the ground. I felt their presences around me as I huddled there, trying desperately to crawl along, though in vain.

     My heart dropped into my stomach as the first of them dug their razor claws into my arm, reaching for my neck. I thrashed and kicked against it but the others soon joined in. As the first really did bring its teeth inches away from my neck, my death and demonism moments away, my eyes closed and my head tilted, a blackness consuming me of its own accord. My last thoughts became that of a small prayer. Lord, make it quick.