I Find Peace In The Rain

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I back up in the darkroom a knife grasped firmly in each hand. The metal from the knife is cold and heavier than before as if a weight lies on it. I feel my fear trying to suffocate me, to get me to stop and hide. But when have I ever listened to it. I have to much to lose. I can't be a coward. They are expecting me. I have to get to them. They have to know I did not abandon them. Right now they should be going up against Angel and Darek. I can only hope they will stay alive till I get out of Shadows grasp. Ford will take care of them for me till I return. He promised and that is enough to keep me going. I turn around hearing shuffling behind me. “Come out you coward!” I yell at him swallowing the fear. I know he’s here in the shadows teasing me. “What would be the fun in that silly.” I hear his slithery voice hiss in the darkness quite dark and cold like the shadows he clings too. I swing my knife through the dark hoping to nick him. My knife slashes through nothing. “Are you done playing? Are you ready to accept your fate?” He asks, his amusement clear in his voice. I can almost imagine the smirk on his sickly face. The joy from my fear lighting his red eyes.

“I will get back to them. You won’t stop me.” I say calmly, as I move towards the open door at the far side of the room.

“You won’t get there fast enough.” He mocks from the shadows knowing my thoughts.

“You will die here, and your friends will fail. Your friends are nothing when compared to us. And with you here weak and broken. There is no one to save them. They will get no more second chances.” I feel tears roll down my face.

I know I won’t get out of here alive. I can feel it now. He crouches in the darkness waiting for me to run. He wants me to. He will enjoy watching me die. The cage inside me locking my powers from my grasp continues to throb. The lack of energy running through my body leaves me feeling like I am drained of everything even my soul. I wipe the tears from my face. Better to go out swinging. I run towards the door as fast I can. I hear him walk out of the shadows exceedingly pleased with my decision. As I near the door I feel it. A sharp pain explodes through my back to my front. I feel my body gasping for life as I stumble out the door into the rain. I stumble away from the door the rain beginning to drench me.

I look down at my chest and see the knife tip protruding through it. I move my arm behind me to feel the knife lodged in my back I fall to my knees and watch as my blood infects the clear rainwater below me. I feel my body giving up. Draining of life. The feeling of the rain on my body disappearing as I try to focus on my breathing which is now shallow and sharp. I feel myself fall backward and the knife hilt collide with the ground shoving itself further through my body.

I gasp for air as the droplets of rain fall on my face. I can barely smell the sweet clean scent of the rain anymore. I have always loved the rain. The way it washes away the filth of the world. I try to focus on the clouds in the sky through the rain as the shadow of the monster responsible for this crouches over me. He grabs my face forcing me to look at him. He smiles his cruel smile before grabbing the tip of the blade protruding from my chest and pulling me upwards towards him. I gasp in pain as I am lifted up by the blade which can no longer slice any further through me thanks to the handle. I close my eyes knowing I am dead at least for now.

And that's what really kills me. I will live. I will come back and when I do I will have to deal with the fact that my friends will be either dead or captured because I wasn't there to protect them. That there is no saving my friends. I feel a lone tear journey down my cheek. I feel his breath on my ear.

“Ford sends his regards. He was really hoping to see you die for himself. But well he is busy.” His words hit me like a bus and all I can manage to say is, “No.” He wraps his arms around me grabbing the knife and yanking it out of my back.

“Each man's got a price. And he was more cowards than a warrior. How do you think I was able to find your location?” I stare into his red eyes unwilling to let him see any emotion within them.

“Oh don't worry darling you will get your revenge we have no use for a coward like him anyways.” He says brushing my hair out of my eyes with the knife covered in my blood. I close my eyes. Maybe he won't resurrect me this time. I focus on the feeling of the rain on my face. As I drift slowly into the darkness I whisper into the air,

"I find peace in the rain."