How is she?

Ligea's voice called out in the hallway. It was the last sentence I could make out before hearing nothing. It was like they expected me to crawl in a hole and die, something I expected Alexandra to enjoy. I closed my eyes, gripped my hands that laid on my legs, and tried to think hard. Since the war, my mind had left the sight of my dead sister and traveled to another place. I came back to Damien being gone, it was expected. It was funny how people say how much they love you, then you leave after a little time away. It didn’t matter to me, he would never know I saved him, none of them would. It took time for Helen to talk, but when Helen did talk, she explained she hadn't seen Jason nor did she know him by the name. Nero was dead, that was all that needed to be said. As for Sage, Marcus would make sure I never spoke to her again. Truth be told I was lost, but at the same time, found.

I looked up to a window that allowed the moonlight to shine into an open room. I wasn't human anymore. My Siren blood took over my body, I had no human left in me. I looked over my hands, the scars left this time by the war. I didn't feel differently, however, I knew I thought differently. I had this feeling of rage stuck inside of me, wanting to break free. Pushing up from the bed, I walked to the window. People were gathered outside the window looking on at a small lake. It was in remembrance of Nero and Sara and all of the other lost in the war. I closed my eyes once more, pushing my hand to the window.

You did this!

Blood, blood dripping from the end of the dagger that was to be forced into my chest! A dagger that ended Nerobels life and put a start to my loneliness.

I can’t....I’m....I’m sorry.....

I peeled myself from the window as I grasped at the air. A growl hung in my throat as I looked up into an empty room. Everyone was undoubtedly outside, waiting to light candles and sent them out on to lake to remember the lost souls, but what good would it do? They aren't coming back, none of them.

Gerrrrra!

I sent my hand across the bed post breaking one of the pieces of wood off. I watched as it dropped, almost in slow motion once more. I looked down at my hand, the sharp nails that I had when I hand my wings showed perfectly under the moonlight from the window. I gripped my hand and looked down before hearing a knock at the door.

Mandii, we're starting.

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A wind blew under the moon lit sky. White bags sat on the ground ready for fire to be lit inside of them. I walked over to one, leaning down, and picking it up. Everyone did the same as lighters shown off fire in their hands. I lit my lighter, watching the light mix with the moon light. Fire...It was what ran in my veins when I needed it, it is what I was made of, it is what I would have to use to destroy my one true friend.

Mandii.

I heard Hadassa’s voice call from behind me. I closed my eyes and made my way past her, lighting the candle as I did. Everyone began to set the bags into the water, watching as the wind blew them out. It was my turn, I stood up to the water and let my bag swim out to the middle along with everyone elses. Once it grouped, I walked away, feeling nothing but anger.



Mandii, I'm sorry.

Helen stood feet in front of me. I looked up at her before looking back at everyone else.

We both lost someone, the least you could do is...

No, the least I could do I did, I let you live. This would never have started if you let the world live like it was. You lost your daughter and I lost my sister, but you know what, I'm not going to say I'm sorry for your lost because I'm not. Your greed, your stupidity did this, now you can pay for the things you did.

I pushed past her, my black dress dragging in the grass. I reach the house that seemed like a castle before turning back to everyone. They were comforting each other, hugging, doing what they could to try to cope with the pain. I didn't want to cope, in fact, I didn't want to cope with any of the pain I felt. I turned to the door and walked into the long hall ways. Dropping to my knees, I put my hand over my chest and took in a deep breath. Why was I still breathing...

You're upset still, I could feel it just from your bag.

Teakkin walked in behind me. She was dressed the way she had been when we first met. I pushed up from the ground before turning to face her.

I'm sorry I couldn't...

Everyone is sorry but no one really knows why. You are sorry for Nero but are you really sorry for her, or making me upset? She is gone, my brother is missing , and because of all this I lost everything. Don't tell me you are sorry when you don't know what to be sorry for.

I walked down the hall, back to my room. Once I reached the room, I laid a black bag on the bed and began to fill it with my belongings. I was good at leaving by now, or so you would think. Once everything was packed I turned back to the window and let a sigh leave my lips. My head hung high as I looked up to the moon.

If there is a heaven and hell, I know you are looking down on me, you and them. I promised only two of you something, I would fight and I would live. I'm going to do that, just don't expect to like the way I do it.

I walked away from the window, away from the moon, away from my grandmother and Nero. Picking up my bag, I took my leave out into the hall and followed it to the door to outside. Once I got outside I was stopped by everyone.

Why are you leaving?

I thought you would stay.

I have to go, I have work still and I am not going to sit around and mourn over the dead. I saved your world and I returned everything back to the way it should be.

I walked past them, but was stopped again.

Mandii....

No, stop. You lost people, I lost a sister and a lot of other people. What you didn't lose is what made you what you were. I'm not who I used to be, I am not a human any longer all because of this. I told you all I was going to be a monster and that is what I am. I hate feeling this rage and anger but at the same time, I don't want to let it go.

I watched as a few people started to hang their heads down. I turned away from them and began to walk to my car, this time, Teakkin stopped me. I let out sigh and turned to face her.

Here, don't forget this stuff, I would hate to see you have to come back to a place you hate so.

She handed me a bag before leaving. I turned away from everyone again and left to my car.

My hands gripped the wheel as I started the car up. Looking over, I gazed over the bag Teakkin had given me. I looked to the ground, letting my head rest on the wheel. Was this me now? Was this really who I had become? I pushed up and pulled the bag to my lap. It felt heavy. I looked inside it and pulled out a book. Spell book. I open the cover of it and all the sudden it flipped to a page.



Death raiser.

The words were written in black ink of the top of the page. I skimmed over the page, a chill was sent down my spin once I read to be risen again. A smile inched across my face as I looked up from the book.

If you can't bring her back, I will.

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My hand danced over Jason's belongings. I was back in the house that me and him shared, the one covered in his blood. I ran my hand over the wall before looking down at a box of pictures. A smile crossed my face watching as each one changed in my hand. We looked so happy. My smiled faded once I reached a picture, it was of Micah and Jason. I closed my eyes, gripping at it, then tossing it back into the shoebox that it once came from. I grabbed the box and headed back down stairs. Tossing it to the counter I began to fill it with things. Once I was done, I closed the top of it and turned around looking over the house.

I will find you...I Promise...

I grabbed the box before leaving out of the house. I stopped at a burn barrel, dropping the box and lighting a match. I dropped the match into the barrels and it filled with fire. I put my hand to it, not being able to feel the flames. I drew my hand away from it and picked up the box. Tossing some of the things into the fire, I stopped on a picture. It was Jason and myself, the sun was hitting just right and we looked...Happy. I looked up to the darkened sky and let the picture drop into the fire. Following it, I let the box drop without a second look and as I started to turn and leave, a picture flew out and caught my attention. This one had Jason and Alexandra, her ring shining on her finger.

It is just business. No, this is not business Alexandra, this is you trying to relight the fire that burned out years ago. This is you trying to find a reason to exist in this world, when the sad truth of it is, this world no longer needs you. This, this for you is personal. I can see it in the way you look, the way you speak, the way you hold yourself up or are trying to attempt to do so. I never disappear, you just never looked or even tried to. But now, maybe this is your abandonment coming out, the feeling of being alone. You are weak when you are alone, it is why you also have someone to pull you up. Tell me Alexandra, how many times have you changed for the people around you? How many times have you hid behind more than one face? Hmph, doesn't matter how many faces you have Alexandra, they all are starting to look pretty ugly to me.

I looked up, my eyes fixed on a camera. It was hard to believe that this used to be a friend I held dear to me, now, she was a stranger wearing the clothes of a woman I used to know. I pulled on a jacket that was held up by my shoulders.

You changed due to me and my brother not being able to be around you all the time, that is what you said right? " After all, I'm not the same girl you knew before you and your brother pulled the disappearing act." I'm sorry Alexandra, if I disappeared why the hell am I standing right here right now? Also, how does your familys pain tolerance help you in any way shape or form? My family is high on the perverted side but you do not see me looking for bulges in mens pants when I walk down the street. It doesn't matter who your family is, what matters is who you are and who you are facing, and Ally, you aren't facing an amature. You want to lay it down you have been in a match like this? Good for you, so have I. I've also been in a hangmans match, buried alive matches, I've even have the remaining scars from matches that happened in my own home outside of the ring. Don't start feeding out the bull crap that you think you are going to win because you already know the way this match goes.

A smiled crosses my face as I looked down at the picture, now out of view of the camera. I toss it to the flames and watch them feed on it. I looked back to the camera, the flames dancing in the corner of my eye.

Angel of Fire? You are no angel Alexandra, nor am I. What I am, however, is a person who speaks her mind. God, I can't believe what you turned out to be. You are trying far too hard to live up to your last name, I mean, you are going as far as lying to yourself saying you were the force that pushed us to win. What match where you watching? I do believe it took Booker mentioning your name before anyone remembered you were even in the ring. Am I going to say I won this on my own, no, I had your help and I won't deny it. Why? Because at least the one face I carry is truthful when the many faces you have, each tell another lie of their own. Let us not forget, that with your many faces, you still managed to lose sight of Scorpio while I pinned Nova. Then again it is expected since you thought I was you in that match carrying everything.

I looked away from the camera before looking to the sky. The rage she seemed to have would fuel her in the ring, I had the same rage, but not to her. Alexandra was acting out like a child, I understood that, it was the main reason I wasn't going to take my anger out on her. I wasn’t going to be fueled by my anger, not like her.

I'm not saying good-bye Alexandra, I'm standing right fucking here. You take hell as being those flames in this match? You haven't seen hell. When the time comes, and that bells rings, I'm not going to hit you like an angry child, I'm going to do my fucking job. You can try to play the role of the Angel of Fire because I'm the devils assistant, and Fire Angel, I hope you can flap your wings hard enough to keep the flames at bay. I'm fireproof, are you?