Chaos

Sleeping Flame

Her hair was like a billowing flame around her head and shoulders,  a colourful mass of red and orange, touched by the rays of light peeking between the long branches of the four trees. But my fascination ended there; her face was grey and scant, making it hard to determine if she was alive, her heart was slow and quiet. I remembered her eyes to be blue, but here they were black, unnaturally so.

"Project: CHAOS."

I hate that name. 

My name is a project. A title.

Chaos; it was her prerogative, not my name. When Lucille asked me, is was the only thing I could say was mine, even though it wasn't.

I thought I was over this; tossing aside my humanity should've solved me. But still, her voice evoked pain in my body, unlike the witch's poison. My body vibrated like a radio receiver, and I responded to her voice without a second thought. 

Shaking uncontrollably, I quickly aimed my gun at her and fired three shots.

They were immediately deflected by a veil of magic surrounding her body. I fired two more times to no avail. The first three bullets were lodged into the tall trees surrounding the clearing, and they began glowing with sigils carved in their trunks. A shimmer fell over Primrose. making her protective veil even clearer, if not stronger.

The wind flew through the area, rustling the foliage of primroses, and she stood amongst them, unmoving or deterred- as if I had done nothing at all. I can't stave off the seizure anymore, and it's become harder and harder to keep my eyes open.

I hung my head, tossed the gun and unbuckled the hilt, throwing it to the ground. 

She's just an untouchable force meant to make me suffer for her science, is that it? Is that what she wants to tell me? I could feel my trembling become too much for me.

I don't have the energy to hold myself up anymore. I fell to my knees and clutched my chest; I started hyperventilating and then fell onto my side, groaning and choking on my saliva. Before I let it take me under, I glared at her, my eyes filling with tears. That was the last thing I saw as darkness took over my sight. 

If I didn't die this time, then I could save Lucille. 

There was a good chance I wouldn't wake up this time. Ultimately, I had internal bleeding, meaning there was a good chance I could choke on my blood as I was seizing; I could have permanent brain damage, or the poison could ravage my body completely. 

If I sleep, I can never wake up.

I could die.

But that wouldn't be so bad... I've been hurting for a long time.

I'm a bad person, but if there's a chance, I'd like to see Victoria again. I miss her. She made me feel warm like Lucille does. 

Even if she hates me... 

even though the sight of her pains me now...

Maybe just one more time, I'd like her to hold me and tell me everything will be okay.

That time won't pass anytime soon, and dying isn't in my plan. 

Primrose is pretty strong for a witch and seemed older than I remember. Also, I realize that black isn't her natural eye colour. I'm close enough now, and without any more of her sickening flowers, I can tell she reeks of rot. She made a deal with a demon and a powerful one at that. 

I'm guessing her benefactor is a demon that granted her those demon spores and this power. Once they gather up, they can take form and make a lesser demon, sometimes imitating the appearance and form of other beings. They're more than easy to kill, but when they have a crystal core like that tree demon, they become robust, forming a fully-fledged demon. What's more, crystal cores only exist in the Underworld, and all crystal mines are owned under single private ownership.