《The Monsters Inside Me》Chapter 14 - Clear Skies
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Confusion
Panic
Feeling the tickle of those two emotions on my my senses I snapped open my eyes, almost blinded by the sun's light. Finding myself once again within my own body. Now though it positively sung with energy, the earlier pains all but forgotten. My gaze darted around, trying to take stock of the situation.
I'm in a cage, within some kind of encampment, Wraith's twitching on the ground all around me, their usual radiant glow now dull. The single thing that catches my attention the most however is bubbling pool of flesh next to me. It shifts and moves, pulling itself into an unmistakable shape.
A Revenant.
Surprised I only watched it as it struggles to form.
"Go." A whisper on the wind followed by a light push.
With it I'm off, bolting through the open door of the cage and using my arms fling myself from the lip of the wagon, lightening myself to the absolute limit. I soar far enough to clear the wooden walls that line the edges of encampment.
Past them I increase my weight, dropping straight down through the tree tops onto the forest floor. Rolling on impact I'm immediately up again, bolting deeper into the forest. Relying on pure instinct and reflexes to dodge around any obstacles.
Ducking under a branch, a twist off the body to avoid a tree only to bring both legs up in order to avoid a stump behind it. Any other time I would have questioned my sanity to run at such a speed in the dense forest, but I can't stop myself. The energy in my body sings for release, pushing me to utilize it to it's fullest.
I can feel it thrumming through in my veins, guiding me in this mad dash, further fueled by my desire to distance myself from the Wraiths and the Revenant.
"I-I don't think this will work......." Hearing the androgynous voice I increase my weight gradually, slowing to a stop
*Is that......? Now that I think about it, it had spoken to me earlier to before I had fallen unconscious.*
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Tentatively I reach out to the presence inside of me, "Are you the girl Cor left behind?" I'd forgotten about with everything else going on.
"Cor........ i-is that my creators name?" She says, the voice now taking on a distinctly female feel.
*Is that just how I'm perceiving or are her memories that far gone?* I ponder a minute before responding, "Yeah, it was"
"Do you have any memories, ones of before you talked to me?" No point in explaining things further in that regard.
She hesitates, likely asking herself the same question, "N-no...... b-but I do know things."
"Know things?"
"Y-yeah, l-like how they're tracking you by the s-spiritual energy you leak." I can only send a feeling of confusion as response.
"L-let me show you....." My eyes start to itch intensely, making me close and rub them involuntarily. The feeling disappears after a few moments.
Opening my eyes I'm met once again by the sight of the blue haze. Looking behind me I can see a clear trail miasma staining it Even now I can see it coming off of me, corrupting the once clear haze.
*My trail?*
*No wonder they found me so easily. So this means she isn't lying then, Cor must have given her his knowledge. Obviously he also gave her some practical knowledge at least as she is talking pretty fluently*
I turn my attention back to her, "Do you know anything else?"
"......M-maybe......"
I can't help but sigh, "Maybe?"
"A-a lot of it is like moving an arm or a leg, i-it's hard to into words. P-please don't be mad at m-me."
*Did Cor give her all the knowledge he had concerning such things, is that why I have so little knowledge of it? Was he worried Varith wouldn't be able to utilize it to the fullest or did he want to tie Varith and her together somehow..........? It's pointless to ponder it, at least now I have another source of information."
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"It's fine, just explain what you can." In truth I'm starting to feel impatient. She launches into a hurried explanation probably sensing that.
"A-alright, Spiritual energy, the haze I showed you earlier, is all ways floating around. I-I'm able to draw it from the air, you seem to generate it on your own."
*So spirit Esq. beings are able to do that, must be why all Wraiths are accompanied by a spirit. How can I generate it though? Is it because Cor is a part of me? No....... Varith had his powers before that, does that mean Varith was already part spirit in some way? Something else? This just raises even more questions.*
"You say you have to internalize it to use it?"
"Y-yes."
"Then how did you empty the area of it back there?"
"P-pardon me but wasn't it you that did it?"
"What do you mean by that?"
"I w-was right there. You drained someone of their energy and for a minute you started to overflow with it. Than you Let it out in a burst, drawing the burst back in after you had pushed the surrounding energy away. There were beings similar to me that seemed to be hurt by it."
*Had I done that? I remember I was in the dream, being forcefully drawn somewhere and than waking up after that. Did I miss something?*
It made me a little uneasy not remembering but their were more important things to discuss.
"You said you were watching right?"
"Yes....."
"Where did the Revenant come from?" A faint feeling of surprise and confusion.
" Didn't you make it yourself?"
"............I.........I what? H-how?"
"When you sent out the burst some of your energy leaked into the empty body."
*I...... I did that to someone......... No, thats not the real problem here. If any of them survive and spread the word that I can create Revenants........ they won't settle for capture next time. I need to get farther, now.*
"Enough of that for now. Tell me, how do I keep my powers from leaking?"
"I-it's like holding your breath."
"Thank you, that was very enlightening."
"I-I'm sorry."
Rubbing my eyes with the palms of my hands I mull over the oh so helpful information.
*Like holding your breath..........*
I closed my eyes, trying to imagine the earlier miasma being absorbed by my body. After a few moments of no noticeable results feelings of frustration well up inside me.
"Can you allow me to see the energy again?" Her only response is a slight itchiness in my eyes.
Now with a clear view of the growing cloud of miasma I put my arm up and taking a good look at it. Squinting I can just barely make out little black particles leaking through my skin. AFter inspecting them for a while I lower my arm.
Closing my eyes again I take a number of breaths, paying special attention to the feeling of the air passing through me. Now I try to imagine that same feeling, but now all over my body, as if using my entire body to breath. While doing so I picture the black particles flowing in and out of me in tandem.
Real, or imagined I start to feel a slight breeze like sensation all over myself at each imaginary inhale and exhale. On the next inhale I stop, holding in my imaginary breathe. I can feel it inside me as a steady pressure. I walk from my spot, outside the miasma haze and look behind me.
*No trail, good.*
I lighten myself and bound off, making sure to go in a different direction then my old trail suggests.
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Hey guys, was wondering if anybody would be willing to PR for me? You know, just to point any small mistakes I may have missed.
Also I've noticed that a couple of people have expressed confusion in their comments in chapter's 1 and 2. Can you guys tell me if your still confused? If so what's confusing you? Please tell me in the comments below.
Thanks for reading!
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