by Tiffany King
I sank to my knees, all the fight leaving me.
Mark had not only thrown our love away, but he had left us at the mercy of his father. Sobs wracked my body as my soul searched in vain for its missing Link. I welcomed my approaching death. I may have been created to survive a broken link, but I did not want to live without him. I felt awful for my friends and wished they could have been spared, but I was done.
I could feel the Daemons pressing in on us as they prepared to gleefully follow through with their orders. I did not look up, having no desire to see the death blow, but prayed only that it would be swift. Lynn pulled on my arm, trying to drag me back with her, but I shook her off. I wished for her sake that she and Sam would have used their gift and fled from the building, but I knew that they would never willingly leave their loved ones behind. I no longer fell in the same category. I no longer had a beloved or anything else.
My inner torment was put to an end when one of the Daemons above me took offense to my bowed head. Grabbing me by a handful of hair he dragged me to my feet until my toes barely grazed the lush carpet beneath them. My head burned and I could feel my hair giving way at the roots as they were pulled painfully from my scalp. Looking into the Demonic eyes of the beast that dangled me in the air, all thoughts of giving up were cast away as anger engulfed me. They had come in here, killed my friends and took the very essence of my soul. I would not let them kill anyone else without a fight.
I closed my eyes, attempting to connect with the soul of the Daemon. I saw nothing but darkness. No images, no pictures, just vast nothingness. I didn't care, though. I wasn't looking for a soul to save. I projected every negative emotion I could think of: anger, hate, deceit, vengeance. Suddenly, a great wall of fire appeared in my mind, rushing toward me like a unstoppable force.
My eyes were opened as the Daemon released me, dropping to the floor, gasping for air. It wasn't just him. The six remaining Daemons struggled on the ground, grasping their throats in search of the air that was quickly leaving their bodies. With no strength left to fight, they laid in a heap on the floor, unconscious.
Robert and Lynn rushed to my side just as my own legs collapsed from under me.
"Krista!" Lynn yelled. "Robert help her!"
I could barely make out anything that was being said. The only thoughts I had were of Mark. He couldn't really be gone, not the man I have loved my entire life. Sounds echoed through my ears making me want to cover them, but every ounce of energy was gone from me as I curled up in a ball on the floor. I could hear Sam comforting Shawn, but I could only stare at them with blind eyes as my soul threatened to collapse. I was not strong enough to handle this. I could not live without my Protector.
I could hear another voice from far off as Sam and Shawn's faces drifted away and Haniel's replaced them. Vaguely I realized the annoying sound was coming from me. Haniel knelt beside me and clasped my hands firmly in his. His face disappeared in a haze as I finally allowed the tears I had been holding back. I could feel the warmth of Haniel's touch working to repair what was broken in me.
Epilogue
It took several days after the Daemon attack to finally be able to talk about what had happened, and take stock of the damage to our group. Shawn thankfully was okay, and only had a few broken ribs and a concussion from the blow to the head. Injuries among us was scattered between broken bones and cracked ribs. The deaths of Grace, Thomas, Faith, and Michael were a blow to our group and we all felt the loss of them greatly.
My loss of Mark was a taboo subject that no one brought up. Haniel's claim that Guides could survive without their Protector proved to be true, but I was unsure at what price. My soul no longer felt like my own, and I felt like a lost ship at sea.
Haniel took care of cleaning up the mess at Mark's house that we had left behind. None of us had stepped foot in there since that fateful night, nor did we have any inclination to do so. The house was now the very essence of evil to all of us.
The funeral for our lost friends was both heartbreaking as we met the rest of the Links and the children of our new friends. My heart wept when I held Timmy, Grace's and Thomas's sweet curly-haired toddler for the first time. He was the perfect mix of both of them, with a happy nature that made me smile sadly. He would never know how fabulous his parents were and just how much they had loved him.
Our new friends departed the day after the funeral to go home and recover from the rest of their injuries. Sam and I wept openly as we hugged Kieran and Jaime one last time.
"You're going to be okay," Kieran whispered to me, hugging me tightly. I nodded mutely. I had no choice but to be okay.
"We'll be back soon," Jaime promised, giving us one last hug before she scooped Timmy up in her arms.
"We'll see you soon," Shawn said to them as he slung an arm around my shoulder, lending me the strength he knew I needed.
The ride back from the airport was quiet, and I sensed my friends' eyes on me, but I kept my gaze firmly on the landscape we passed. I knew they didn't approve of today's destination, but I had fought them over it.
"I'm going with or without you," I finally said, and the battle ended there.
Shawn pulled the used Explorer that we had bought by pooling all our resources together after leaving Mark's new Navigator behind, into the crowded parking lot. I climbed out, looking at the bright lights of the amusement park in front of me. My friends thought it was a terrible idea to re-open my wounded heart by visiting our spot, but they were wrong. My wound hadn't scabbed over yet, it was just a gapping painful hole.
I needed to visit here.
I needed to walk on our beach or all of it would drag me under. I had nothing left of him. The dreams were gone and my soul fluttered around helplessly, searching for something that was no longer alive.
It was a constant battle for me to tamp the grief that threatened to take over the now vacant spot in my soul. Haniel had helped me overcome some of it so that I could survive the now broken Link, but it took everything in me to keep moving forward. My soul screamed at me to let it be and wanted nothing more than for me to curl up in a ball and waste away. Every fiber in me agreed with my broken soul, but only one thought kept me moving on. I would not let the bastard win by proving he was right, that our Links caused more harm than good.
Walking by the ticket booth, I passed the rides we had ridden so long ago without a sideways glance, as I headed for the steps that would deliver me to our beach. Bending down, I removed my sandals mechanically and descended the stairs slowly. Each step made my heart skip a beat. After what seemed like an eternity, I stood on our beach. A spot we had spent our short lifetimes on, together. Sinking to my knees, I felt the loss of him more painfully than ever before. My tears ran hot and fast and I sobbed for my lost love, but most of all, I sobbed for his lost soul.
Sam and Shawn joined me giving me, their strength, as my tears finally ran their course. They grasped my hands firmly in theirs after I had cried myself out, leading me away from our spot. Pausing, I looked back one last time. I grasped the necklace Mark had given me in my hand and studied the words delicately etched on it before I curled my fingers firmly around it. God's plan had backfired. We may have been created to save the forgotten souls, but what happens when one of our own becomes the most important forgotten soul of all.
The Ascended
(The Saving Angels book 3)
By
Tiffany King
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Copyright © 2011 by Tiffany King
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The Ascended
Chapter 1
The darkness that surrounded me was as oppressive as ever. I could feel it seeping into my every pore, growing heavier and thicker with each passing moment. I was too scared to move, afraid I would run into some kind of obstacle, or worse yet, step off into some unseen void. I clamped my eyes tightly closed and rubbed them with my knuckles, trying to decipher any kind of light or outline, but it was no use. The blackness continued its unforgiving assault on my senses, making me shrink in the vast nothingness. The hair on the back of my arms stood on end as a cold bead of sweat trickled its way from the nape of my neck all the way down my spine. Suddenly, I had the feeling there was someone—or—something in this dark cavern with me. Maybe it was just my own paranoia...this kind of pitch black really screws with your head.
"Who-o-o's th-there?" I finally stuttered out in a near whisper.
I jumped at an abrupt onslaught of noises coming at me from multiple directions. My mouth opened to scream, but no sound escaped as fear tightened its grip around my throat. I was completely disoriented from the darkness and became lightheaded as I spun around trying to protect myself from a possible attack from behind. As I stood in place, trying to regain some kind of control, I suddenly realized that the noise was merely an echo from my own voice.
Relief flowed through me, as I worked to slow my breathing and calm my heart that was beating like a race horse in my chest.
Cautiously, I placed my right foot in front of me while I kept the majority of weight on my back leg in case I encountered air instead of solid footing. My relief grew as my foot hit solid ground. I raised my left foot to take another tentative step, using my outstretched hands as a guide. Before I could complete my forward motion, I heard a soft sinister chuckle close to my ear. Pulling back quickly, I stumbled in my haste to distance myself from whoever was lurking in the darkness. My feet tangled together making me land in heap on the hard ground.
I wrapped my arms around myself, cowering in fear as the single chuckle turned into multiple laughs from every direction. Choking on my fear, I tried to scoot away from the laughter by sliding across the surface on my bottom. The noise bounced off the unseen walls of the space I was in, closing in on me from every direction. I gasped in terror as a cold dead hand grabbed my arm.
"No-o-o!"
I woke choking on a scream that never seemed to find the power to leave my throat in the dream. After having the same nightmare for the last eight weeks, you would think I would lose the panic that gripped me each and every night, but instead it only seemed to multiply over the last few weeks.
Sitting up on my bed, I scrutinized my room, using the pale dawn light streaming through the windows to make sure I was indeed alone. Every morning, I awoke scared that the Daemons from my dreams had followed me into reality.
Shivering in my sweat drenched t-shirt, I grabbed a fresh stack of clothes out of my bottom dresser drawer and hurried to the bathroom to take a hot shower. I cranked the knob to the hottest setting and perched myself on the side of the tub, knowing the decrepit water heater in our house always took a few minutes to get the water good and hot.
When I stepped into the shower, the water cascaded over me like a warm blanket washing away the last of the cold sweat from my body. Once I felt sufficiently thawed out, I finished the rest of my shower in a hurry.
Mornings were by far the worst time of the day for me. My one goal was to get up and moving before my thoughts could take over my mind. In the last eight weeks, I had become the queen of finding ways to keep my thoughts at bay. Having people around helped. I craved the endless chatter of my friends and family to help keep my mind busy. Between my part-time job at the bookstore and extended family time at home, my days were full for the most part. As long as I could avoid the nagging reminders of what happened, I was okay.
Feline was waiting for me when I opened the bathroom door as the steam from the enclosed space behind me billowed out.
"Hi bud," I said, scooping him up in my arms. My restless sleep over the last few months had driven him from my bed and onto the rocking chair that sat in the corner of my room. I missed his presence, but looking at the tangled mess of sheets I woke up to each morning, I couldn't blame his mutiny.
"Let's get some chow," I chattered to him as I descended the stairs two at a time. He purred his approval at my attention. Talking to him had always been second nature to me, but recently my endless stream of babble pleased him to no end. He loved the interaction although I knew he understood none of it.
My mom was already at the table sipping a cup of coffee when I made my way into the kitchen. "Hey mom, what's up?" I asked, giving her a quick peck on the cheek on my way to the cabinet to grab a bowl.
"Not a whole lot," she said distantly, in a voice that a few months ago would have broken my heart. Obviously she was still mad about our fight from the night before. Well, more like her fight, since I really didn't yell. I merely stated what I wanted to do and that I wouldn't be swayed. I knew my attitude aggravated the crap out of her, but since that fateful night, when my whole world had been flipped upside down and inside out, I had allowed a chasm to grow between us. I knew the indifferent attitude I had assumed around her in the last two months hurt her, but I also knew in the long run it would make things easier.
My days at home were coming to an end and she was upset by the many decisions I had made without consulting her first. To say she was pissed when I finally worked up the nerve to tell her I had withdrawn my enrollment at U.C. Santa Cruz, and applied to the University of Colorado instead, was putting it mildly. What she still didn't know however, was that I had no intention of actually starting school like she thought. I had enrolled in college, but it was all just a ploy to give me an excuse to leave Santa Cruz without her questioning where I was at.
I had decided two months ago when I stood on our beach with my heart in shreds, that one way or another I was going after Mark. I harbored the smallest bit of hope that he could be saved, that he was merely a Forgotten Soul and not a Dark Angel like his father. I would not give up until I knew for sure.
"There are chocolate chip muffins in the pantry," she said, not looking up from the book she had resting against her coffee mug.
''No thanks," I replied, pouring Raisin Bran cereal into my deep ceramic bowl.
I had lost my desire for chocolate two months ago, when the love of my life's eyes had changed from the warm delicious chocolate brown I had loved so much, to a color I no longer recognized. My addiction for that particular sweet just no longer mattered. My mom had been trying to coax it back out of me the entire summer, but it was like it had lost all its appeal.
She sighed and resumed drinking her coffee. I felt a brief twinge of guilt for upsetting her yet again, but knew it was all for the best. My attitude change and indifference would make it all easier for her to deal with when I left. I would much rather her view me as a bratty teenager than some mystical being that was going off to search for the one who had rejected me. I was sick of pretenses, and I wanted to have enough distance between us that I could finally embrace who I was without also having to worry about playing the "human role."
In the beginning, after Mark left, she had tried to encourage me to let my grief out, but after my heartbreaking moment on our beach, I
had locked the rest of my sadness away, pulling it out only when I was alone. Mark leaving me felt like getting a limb amputated. When we first moved to Santa Cruz, my dreams became altered as he was ripped from my arms every night, but at least I knew he would be there again the next night. Now the loss of not having him in our dreams has been as awful as our actual separation. My soul just can't seem to grasp the absence of something that had been with me for as long I can remember.
"I have to work in an hour, can I use the car or do you need me to bum a ride from Sam and Shawn?" I asked, standing up to wash out my empty cereal bowl.
"You can use it. I plan on finishing my painting today for the downtown art show," she said, also standing so she could dig out the keys from her purse. She handed them to me without a word and headed toward her art studio.
My chest tightened as she closed the door firmly behind her. I wanted to burst through the doors and throw myself in her arms like I used to when I was little, and weep in her embrace until not a tear remained, but I fought back the urge. Instead, I grabbed my backpack off the back of the chair and headed for the door, reminding myself that the distance between us was necessary for now.
The ride to work passed in a blur as I drove on autopilot with my thoughts floating around. Now that my mom knew about my change of plans for college, I could start to focus on my plan to go in and find Mark and his dad. Haniel had let it slip several weeks ago that Victor's hideout was located on some mountain called Shasta. I tucked that bit of information away to be pulled out again when no one else was around. In the last few weeks I had educated myself so much on Mt. Shasta, I was sure I could give the locals a run for their money.
I was fully prepared to go after Mark on my own, but I knew that my friends, Sam and Lynn, not to mention my brother Shawn, would never allow it. I knew for a fact that Haniel had already gleaned my thoughts of a rescue mission from my head, but had yet to mention them. Over the last two months, Haniel and I had grown close and I realized Mark was right when he had stated that Haniel liked me. He was different than a typical father figure. He was every person you could ever need rolled up into one: Father, brother, mentor, and protector. I can only imagine how the last two months would have been without him around.