Wednesday, June 27, 2012
Battle for Life
Edward could barely hold the sword; it was slippery with his own blood. He yanked it out of his enemies’ body and pointed it towards the next foe that had arisen out of the forces.
“You will not have me!” he screamed as he slammed his sword against the fire-coloured man, coated in glowing coals.
The fire-man drew back his sword and with great swing, knocked the sword from Edwards grasp. Immediately Edward drew his dagger and threw it at the fire-mans chest.
It made a stabbing noise, but the man just pulled it out, and dropped it onto the dead surrounding them.
“So, you can’t die either?” Edward pulled an axe from the ground, and lunged at him.
A throaty hiss issued from him, he shoved Edward back, sprawling on the ground, then with a scream, pushed down the sword.
Edward rolled away and onto his feat.
“Tell me your name!” Edward shouted.
The coals on his face lifted into a disgusting smile.
“Doubt.” He flung down his sword, and then reached out, and easily plucked the axe from Edwards hands.
“No!” Edward clutched his head. “You will not enter! YOU WILL NOT ENTER!” he screamed.
The creature was trying to enter his mind.
“You can’t win,” the fire-man hissed. “You have no chance. Why bother? This is all too hard. You won’t win through. If you keep going you will die.”
“NO!” But slowly, Edward was being pushed backward, the fire-man walked slowly towards him, whispering and hissing.
He needed to find his sword, he had to kill doubt before it could take over his mind and turn him into one of them.
He glanced around. There were plenty of swords, but where was his?
A glimmer of light stole his eye.
It was there, the fire-man stood in the way.
“Your friends are all lying to you, it will not come out right!”
Edward gazed into that face for a few moments. What if they had all been lying to him? What now? How would he even know this was all a lie? He would find out too late.
“…too late. It will be too late!”
“No!” Edward ducked between the hot legs, and pushed through, grabbing his sword and swinging it around.
The fire-man shrieked, then jumped at him, pushing his sword away and whispering in his ear.
Edward pushed him off, and turned his sword.
“Give me the strength!” he whispered, and then rolled onto the fire-man, feeling the coals heating his armour, but not burning through.
“While he gives me strength, I will not give in!”
Edward stood, doubt went to stand, but with a war cry, Edward stabbed him through.
He dropped to the ground.
Then another came at Edward from behind.
~ Written by Meggie. Protected with Copyscape. Please do not copy without permission.