Chosen One (Forever Evermore #6)(65)

“Let’s go,” Leric ordered in my mind, no other sound could be heard but the chorus of the Damned beginning to etch their way to the surface, their evil permeating the air, past the darkness. All appeared as they were on their deathbeds in the real world. One armless, another’s throat slit, another trying to squeeze through sporting multiple gunshot wounds in her chest, while another appeared perfectly normal, if only sick, not just Mysticals, but Commoners too. I inhaled heavily as Leric brushed his thumb over my cheek while a dagger, much like my own, appeared in his other hand. “You can do this.” He stepped off into the blackness taking two with him, the Guardians glowing spears pointed toward the door for any Damned that dared to exit or that got past us.

I inhaled again, still feeling no fear, knowing I needed to do this. Compelled to do this. Another inhale, my head tilting back. I sucked oxygen for a moment, opening my eyes to the brilliant morning sky, and saw glowing navy blue eyes staring down at me from high on a tree limb. I blinked up at Elder Merrick as he watched, face completely expressionless, getting a bird’s eye view of what awaited me. And I jumped, grabbing the other two around their necks, taking them down with me…falling…falling…into the encompassing darkness, their screams all I could hear in my head as my powers flared, and I felt their lives rush through my mind as I began dematerializing them, snuffing out their light, their evil, sending their souls back to their dying bodies for their end, my own screams heard as my feet eventually landed next to Leric’s, only bones landing with me, the two gone, then even their bones disappearing back to whence they came.

I was standing on a barren field of red dust, a cloudy permanent day overhead, the sun forever shadowed, red hills on nothing in the distance here in the space of the Barren. And the Damned surrounded us in hordes, limitless masses from what I could see, their thoughts pushing and pressing down on me, their completely deprived thoughts and murderous agendas and merciless deeds. Still shaking from the two I had killed, a rapist and a drug dealer, their heartless acts still churning in my mind, I managed to focus when Leric’s lips pressed against my forehead, fear and anxiety and torment now plaguing my thoughts as the pull diminished since I was here, and he whispered in my mind, “If it becomes too much, just stay near me and I’ll take care of them until you can acclimatize yourself.”

I nodded hastily, rubbing my wet eyes with the back of a glowing hand. “Let’s get this done.”

We moved out from under the cave we had descended down from into the desolate land.

I fought.

I killed.

Each one I took out, their depraved memories flooded through my mind.

I accumulated multiple injuries, their forms here just as corporal as in the real world, only any powers were dead here to them—not us, but they fought. They fought to be freed. They fought to get back to their lives and continue their own brand of evil on the world.

And I fought.

“Who is that?” I asked, my tone dead, our fight done, pointing a bloody blade toward the mountains. Now I knew why the dust was red, or rather, brown. All of the dried blood from previous battles. “That person?”

There was a lone individual standing like a shadow on top of one of the mountains, not coming to fight, but his presence was still evil…malevolent…of the deadliest sort.

“He waits,” Leric answered, his tone also void, breathless as mine was. “When he decides to try to escape, we’ll end him just like the rest.” Per the rules, we only killed those trying to escape. The rest would eventually die with time, the Barren a middle ground for all evil souls between the living to death.

We began traveling over the bloody field back to the cave’s entrance, both of us moving slowly, but I couldn’t help but glance over my shoulder at the individual. “You’re positive it’s a he?”

“He approached once when I was younger, and then fled back to the mountains.” Leric paused, thoughtful. “He’s…silver.”

“Silver?”

“Yes.”

“How long has he been here?”

“Ever since I can remember.”

“He’s biding his time.”

“Yes.”

We went silent then, trekking through the bloody grounds.

I didn’t want to speak. Leric didn’t appear to, either.

My mind churning at the pure evilness there had been in the world, now gone. On this one day. Something which happened sometimes twice a week. Or more, Leric had stated. The depth of…darkness…that had existed within those now dead…earth shattering.

No, I couldn’t speak anymore. All I wanted was quiet. Peace and love and fucking sunshine quiet. Climbing the walls of the cave side-by-side with Leric, I concentrated on my task, the black rock slippery under my hands as it dug into them, slicing them…but it only helped fuel me on, the bite of pain a reminder I was still alive, any of my previous injuries healing rapidly on the battlefield, my use of powers making me heal quickly as the powerful being I was should.

Eventually, Leric shouted, “It’s us. Back away.”

I hadn’t even realized we were near the top, the area still pitch black except for our glowing eyes, our bodies glow dimmed by the blood we wore like gruesome paint. I lifted a hand from the darkness, and instantly felt grass under my palm as my wrist curled over the edge of the doorway, my fingers gripping down into the earth. When my head dipped out of the darkness, I squinted into the late afternoon light, realizing we had been gone for a very long time. Some of the Guardians had blood on them, the few we hadn’t taken down with us as we had fallen through the gateway between here and the Barren having tried and failed to get past them.