Defying Gravity

☁ Mirage and Splitting Faces - [Gabriel]

a/n; ayeee an update! *confetti* Yey! Anyway, updates may come slower this time bc a. It's our finals ady b. I'm going to Taipei, Taiwan on Thursday next week and will be back on Tuesday so yeah don't expect any updates by then, not that I'm going to update on that days well. . . On the bright side, you'll like the end of this chapter! lol so yeah, enjoy, eh? 

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        Gabriel was lost. A few minutes ago, she was with Malphas. She was on the make-shift horse as Malphas held her and when a crackling sound interrupted the rotation of The Merry-Go-Round, he disappeared. Gabriel was left alone until the entire Merry-Go-Round disappeared. That should have pleased her, but it didn’t, because she was stuck yet again in another realm she wasn’t aware of.

Mirrors and puddles of water surrounded her as if a ballerina had just finished practicing and rain followed in. In other words, Gabriel could see her reflections via mirrors and puddles of water. The mirrors weren’t your ordinary ones you see at your home. These mirrors were distorted, like ones in a carnival. So she could see herself expanding, retracting, and sizing up according to different shapes. Aside from that, the wooden frame that was holding the mirrors were chopped and – it could have been Gabriel’s imagination – but she saw a face on it; a sleeping face. She wasn’t sure she was deducting it correctly but she knew what she was seeing.

At that moment, she saw it smile.

Gabriel prepared for the worst, though it didn’t come. And she was doubtful of the images that the mirrors were reflecting. It wasn’t exactly her splitting image. It was so, so different.

It was gruesome, because it started crying blood.

She had to look away. She can’t bear to see it. And she had seen a lot of rituals and revivals but that one topped it all. What was happening? Was it some sort of sick game?

Hesitantly, Gabriel faced the mirrors. There she saw herself cry the same blood of the face on the wooden frame. She kept seeing it. She kept crying blood. Gabriel screamed, screeched, and yelled. She had to stop it. She had to face it. But it felt like the mirrors were draining her energy and consciousness, as if the mirrors didn’t want her to fight it, for her to simply give in. 

Gabriel struggled. She calmed herself and counted one to ten until she got her bearings back. Her breaths were rushed; nonetheless it was much better than before.

Everything stopped. The face stopped crying. It was eerily quiet. Not a splash of water could be heard nor the breaking of any mirrors. In fact, it was all intact.

Time seemed to have run out when Gabriel finally grasped the courage to walk around and observe. She was an Archangel. How could it affect her? Usually archangels could take care of it, so what changed?

No. She could take care of it.

The only problem was that it won’t let her. The mirrors were stopping her. Or to be more precise, the mirrors were alive. It was giving off an illusion and was controlling her emotions.