DEATH'S HEART

Chapter 11 (Radish Fiction Version)

The other cop raised her hands in front of her. "Just relax," she told him in her trained and calm tone. "No one is going to hurt you. We just want to have a chat." Her hand gestured towards the side, leading his attention towards their vehicle. "Let's just get out of the road and let these motorists pass. Let's have a chat."

Just like that, his face softened. He was ready to surrender. He took a couple of steps forward. "O-Okay..."

"That's right, everything will be fine," the woman in uniform lulled.

After another step, Kurt's expression contorted in anger once again. "Bullshit!" he snapped. " Ya don't want a chat! You're here to take me away."

Another officer got out of another car. He approached him the left side, but also keeping a safe distance. "Come on, mate," he pleaded. "Let's just calm down. Come with us peacefully and let's talk about what's troubling you."

Without warning or provocation, the man charged towards the officer and pushed him to the ground. A united gasp and scream came from the crowd as they witnessed the assault.

"Shut up! Shut up! Shut up!" Kurt punched him in the rhythm of his words. The other officers ran to their colleague's aid and took the opportunity to grab the man by the coat while he was preoccupied. His legs raked across the rough concrete as he was dragged away, causing his soiled pants to rip. "Let me go!" He thrashed violently, making them lose their grip on him. "Stay away from me!" he screamed as he struggled to get back on his feet.

"Come on, mate! It doesn't have to be like this. You're not thinking clearly. Why don't you come with us peacefully and–"

"No! No! No!" he yelled. "You are not taking me!" He noticed the female officer take a step closer towards him. He pulled out a switchblade from the pocket of his jacket.

She retreated at the threat of the silver knife. "Just relax. No one doesn't need to get hurt." She took a quick glance at her surrounding. An unmarked patrol car has just pulled in and the security from the pubs were controlling the crowd. "What's your name, mate?"

"None of your business, bitch!" he hissed.

"There's no need for that. We're trying to help."

"I–" His face contorted painfully and wailed.

"Are you all right? Are you in pain?"

"She's coming to get me!" he cried.

"Who's coming to get you?"

A sharp chill crawled up his spine. A warning that demanded his silence. "She's h-here!" he whispered. His whole body trembled as he slowly turned around. His knees buckled at the sight of of her alluring face. Her expression was vacant as she stared at him. "I need more time," he pleaded. "Please! I need more time!"

Who's he talking to? Asha wondered while she stood still at the front of the crowd. What a whacko! She followed his line of sight, and gasped. There she was, standing by the traffic lights, watching him. Her long, crimson hair billowed gracefully in the air. Asha looked around her; no one else seemed to notice the girl. It's impossible! If it weren't for her cascading hair, she would have been fully exposed. Am I the only one seeing this? Asha wrapped herself in her arms, keeping herself from quivering. She had never felt this frightened in her life. Was she a ghost? She watched the lady walk slowly towards the man. She was like a predator who was ready to pounce on its prey. Asha's heart thumped even louder. What is she? Who is she? She looked so tender and delicate, but how could she possibly inflict so much fear onto this man? And me?

"Please! I need more time," he sobbed. She was just an arm's reach away from him. He stepped back, keeping the knife in front of him. "Please, I need more time!" She was about to touch him, but she stopped. Has she changed her mind? The thought of a second chance gave him relief. "I'll make it right this time." Her eyes strayed away from him. She wasn't even listening. "You have to give me another–" She rested her soft fingers on his dry, cracked lips, demanding for his silence. His whole body stiffened at the sensation of the sharp iciness of her touch.

Asha found herself face-to-face with this...this...being. Now the cold was more daunting. She rubbed her hands on her bare arms. A cloud of fog escaped her lips as if a mist of her soul was being taken from her. All colour drained from her face. How could one female bring about so much terror? She didn't know who she was, or what she was...Or did she? The scent that she had been searching for penetrated her senses, lining every nerve and vein in her body. The scent! It's coming from her! She saw the lady's pink lips move. She was speaking to her. No sound came out but Asha heard the word loud and clear.

Why?

Why? I repeated silently as I looked upon this girl. So innocent. So weak. I could hear her heartbeat. Loud and strong. Why can she see me? It should not be! No one was meant to see me unless it was time for them to meet me! No one should lay their eyes on Death unless they are due to die! It was forbidden, even for those who were holy, blessed, or have fallen from grace.

I whispered in the air, "Who are you?" Her whole body shook like a leaf in autumn. I channeled my mind into her thoughts. Confusion and fear–nothing new...But, there was a familiarity hidden deep within her subconsciousness that startled me. I had existed for as long as life's eternity and I have been a witness to everything. Nothing should ever surprise me. I felt her gasp as she realised our connection. My eyes narrowed as I stared at her disdainfully. I refused to acknowledge that there was a link between us–a link that was beyond the day I took her parents.

Anger stirred violently within me as I lost my chain of consciousness. All my attention was drawn by this human girl. Because of this girl, no one will be weeping over a loss. An extension for time was promising. Pain and suffering needed more tolerance. No one will die tonight!

I detached myself from Kurt. I promised to return for him another day. I stepped closer to this human. Without a blink, in spite of her fear, she met my gaze. I could feel the warmth of her breath. I could hear the rush of blood through her veins. Her heartbeat. Her heartbeat–I could almost touch it. I stood before her, our eyes leveled to each other. Again, that memory that dared to disturb me from earlier came knocking at the back of my head.

"Do you even know the value of what you're taking?"

I reached out to touch her pale cheeks, hoping that the feel of her skin would connect me to answers that I lacked patience to search for. The moment my finger tips touched the coldness of her velvety complexion, a memory as deep-seethed as ten lifetimes freed itself. I stepped away from her and she from me.

A sudden blur whipped across my vision. My last memory of that evening was a pair of strong hands, covered in filth and grime, pulling her away from the crowd...Pulling her away from me. I saw the world spin in a concoction of light and rough concrete. Or was it her vision that I was seeing? Red trickled in front of me. I thought I was going to implode. I stepped back, trying to regain my bearing. I saw her on the ground, blood streaming down her face. The same blood that had left stains across the hood of a grey car. She was still conscious, but I knew that everything around her was whirling.

Them I heard voices of a young lady and a young man. They were calling her name. What is her name? I heard officers yelling, and threatening to shoot if Kurt refuses to surrender. Kurt. I repeated his name with molten heat under my breath, but a promise for vengeance needed to wait.

Her consciousness was fading. So was my vision. With her dwindling strength, she managed to maintain eye contact with me. Even behind a layer of film, I could see her eyes. It was my turn to tremble. Those eyes! They matched mine.

I remember. This girl...She was challenge accepted from many, many lifetimes ago. It was a challenge forgotten.

Until tonight.