HIDDEN PROPHECY. (SEQUEL to Devoured Destiny)

Thought Twelve.

I’m in some sort of trance like state as I walk into the small passageway that isn’t sealed by branches and leaves. I slightly crouch down to fit through, and head straight for the trunk of the tree.

Come to us.

 

Save us.

 

Come to us.

 

Choruses of whispering voices weep in my ears, almost forcing me to move and bend to their will. I can still feel that I have some control over my body, but how much - is questionable. I hear a loud shifting noise, and rustling of branches and leaves, and can only assume one thing.

The small passageway has closed.

I’m trapped in here.

The inside illuminates a deep, vibrant purple – glowing, it mesmerizes me.

Come to us.

 

Save us.

 

Come to us.

 

My hands reach out in front of my body, landing firmly on the rough bark of the trunk. I rub the bark; feeling tiny pieces of it come off with my every movement. I stare at my hands and the rough texture that lays beneath it in wonder. Suddenly, an incredible wave of pleasure stabs me. Right through my body, making my hands run over the rough bark quicker, fiercer. My hands bleed as the hard chunks of wood stab into my skin – and then back out - as I rub them back and forth, up and down. The pain is in harmony with the pleasure, but I yelp out in pain only. I watch, unable to stop, as my blood runs down the length of the trunk and seeps into the grassy ground.

How do I stop this?

Do I want to stop this?

 

The weeping surprises me as it starts up again in my ears, but to my surprise is short lived. I am suddenly haunted, and well aware of the shift in the atmosphere. Something has changed, and for some reason I know this much blood isn’t needed. Something darker is behind this, and coming to this realization sends shivers through out my body.

Blood of the child.

 

Bleed.

 

Blood.

 

Bleed child, bleed.

 

 

The thin, long branches that had been hanging by my head mere seconds ago are now tangling themselves in my hair. Panic and fear over ride the pain that shoots through my hands and up my arms. The branches intertwine and twist around me, digging deep into my hair, neck and torso. Sharp splinters break the soft surface of my skin, the bark penetrating my flesh.

The phone in my pocket vibrates. If I could just get to it and answer it… maybe someone could help me. Why hasn’t Ariel helped me? My phone keeps vibrating.

The branches drop – everything goes still and silent. I can no longer hear the evil chant, and I’m left bloody and torn. I fall to my knees.

My phone is still vibrating.

I pull it out of my pocket, and answer.

“Help – please.” Is all I can manage.

“Embrie, there’s no need to panic. It’s blake.” Blake? His voice sounds different.

“Blake? Please… I need help.” Not like he can help me anyways… but what have I got to lose? –I am being held against my will by a tree, for goodness sakes.

“It’s alright. Embrie, you’re safe.” How can he possibly be so sure? “I need you to walk around to the other side of the tree for me.”

What?

“How do you know where I am?” I suspiciously ask.

“Because I’m here too. Now walk to the other side, and there will be another opening. I need you to exit there.” He calmly says, and for some reason I trust him – even though I don’t know how it’s even possible for him to be here.

I do as he says, every step making me groan out in pain. Slowly, I get to the other side – and I see light. There’s a small opening of the branches just ahead of me, and in a moment of excitement and hope, I quickly wobble to it. The opening is only a small one, and I have to get down on my hands and knees to make it through.

A small, triumphant smile tugs at the corner of my lips.

I’ve made it.

 

I stop crawling once I’m clear of the tree, and in my last movement my hand has landed on someone’s foot. I slowly look up; bending my neck back as far as it can go.

Blake.

He helps me up, and lets me lean against him for support.

“How are you here?” Are the first words that burst out of my mouth.

“Doesn’t matter sweet Embrie. All that matters now is that I have you.” The way he says the words sends shivers up my spine. There’s something wrong with him – something’s not right.

I am just about to reply – when Blake crushes his lips against mine, with such force that I am nearly knocked down to the ground.

He doesn’t stop.