Wicked Wings [COMPLETE]

CHAPTER 9

Devil in Disguise?

Unaware of the world, when your eyes are fixed on those molten eyes, everything that happens around you just appears to be a blur.

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Darkness.

"Is she cold?"

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"All right."

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"Yes, I will fetch it."

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"No, you stay."

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"It seems fine."

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"Nothing to worry."

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"Just some rest."

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"Thank you."

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"I will stay here."

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The words at some intervals knocked her head, as the darkness continued to overpower her.

Her mind failed to fathom, what was happening and where was she? What was really happening?

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Her body still trembled, as she felt her entire being shudder in cold.

And that is when she suddenly felt someone wrap her tightly in a quilt.

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Sensations?

..Was this supposed to mean, that her senses still worked?

Did that mean, she was still alive?

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But if she wasn't dead, then why did her body feel as weak as being dead?

Being lifeless?

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At that thought, her mind traveled back to the events, which it had stringently captured.

The deadly sight.

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Even with eyes closed, the vague flashes of that rainy scenario made her body shiver and her blood ran cold.

She could sense her heart beating rapidly as if it would throb out of her chest any minute.

The Pentagon..

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The Bloody Pentagon..

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Another jolt of extreme fear embarked upon her, as the deadly sight made its way through her mind and vision once again.

And then..

Him..

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"Let me go.."

Her mind dictated her own words back to her, as she recalled struggling under his ministrations, and failing miserably.

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"Ssshhh"

The devil's soft voice still rang in her ears, as her mind prayed fervently, begging him to leave her.