Heart Fire Chapter 3
Heart fire Chapter 3: Tormented memories
Babbling whispers filled her mind, all jesting for her attention. The voices varied, some she recognized easily while others she felt she had never heard before. One voice stood out from the rest, so full of anguish, resentment, and hate.
Why didn't you save me? Why did you leave me alone? I thought you loved me!
It tormented her to listen to it, even though she could not remember who was speaking or why it seemed important.
Why didn't you save me? Why did you leave me alone? I thought you loved me!
The voice hammered into her, jarring memories from her sluggish brain. The voice belonged to her sister, Liz. Why was she so upset?
Why didn't you save me? Why did you leave me alone? I thought you loved me!
Fragments of memories were summoned into her mind as the voice continued to question her, flashes of fire and dark pools of blood spattered across the ground. Screams resounded in the night and gunshots abruptly silenced them. Where were these coming from? What had happened?
Why didn't you save me? Why did you leave me alone? I thought you loved me!
All at once the flood of memories came back to her, causing her to relive the moments she tried so hard to forget. Liz's outstretched hand to her as the monsters converged, the look of terror on her face as the gunshots resounded. Liz's body, torn and lifeless, a look of resentment etched on her young face.
Why didn't you save me? Why did you leave me alone? I thought you loved me!
She tried to shut out the voice, to cease the flood of grievous memories. The voice grew louder and louder. Stop it! She screamed back at it. The voice persisted, causing more memories to flit across her mind. Stop it please! I tried! She pleaded, but the voice remained almost laughing at the pain it caused her. Stop it!
Stop it!!!
STOOOOOOOOOP!!!!!!!!!
She screamed in agony and all at once the voice ceased, the memories subsided. She became aware of light filtering through her eyelids, and a blanket stretched over her arms. Her shoulder ached, and her legs felt as if the skin had burned away. Something cool slid down her cheek and a new voice tried to console her. From the tone she could tell it was a man and he was speaking softly and gently, but she could not make out the words. A buzzing filled her mind and her forehead burned. When something cool and damp was placed on her forehead, she relaxed, once again slipping into unconsciousness.
When she finally awoke the first thing she heard was singing. It was the same man as before, his voice was kind and tender, and he was humming to himself. Many of the notes were out of tune but it still helped to calm her raging nerves. She took a deep breath and the sweet scent of flowers and grass filled her nose. Her body still ached but the pain was dulled somewhat. Trying to open her eyes, she found her eyelids felt like led. Forcing them to open, she blinked as white canvas came into focus. She was currently laying in some sort of tent, a field of wildflowers undulating gently in the wind beyond the entrance. Not seeing the man in the tent she surmised he must be outside enjoying the fresh air. She tried to sit up, but a wave of nausea prevented her from achieving her goal. Taking a deep breath, she tried again and this time succeeded in moving to an upright position. Taking slow steps, she made it to the flap of the tent and then on the where the man sat drawing on a rock. He wore a black coat with gold details that glittered in the sun. His gray hair was a mass of tight curls pulled into a small ponytail. His glasses reflected the sketch of the surrounding landscape he was currently working on. Without looking up from his work, he asked, "It's a beautiful day isn't it?" Not wanting to speak, she nodded in consent. He glanced at her, then down at his pocket where a green glow emanated from within. "Interesting. What is your name dear?" he asked. <br />She opened her mouth to speak, but found her voice had abandoned her. After a few more attempts she simply grabbed his pencil and scribbled her name on the edge of his sketchbook. He examined it then looked up at her. "Kaiya is it? That's a lovely name. Well, Kaiya, have you ever heard of the Black Order?"
She shook her head, raising an eyebrow at the name. He smiled. "I'm general Teidoll. How would you like to become an exorcist?"
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