Clare could see Brittany
standing on the lip of temple, waving her arms over her head. She couldn’t be one hundred percent sure, but
it looked like she was smiling.
“How’d she get here so
fast?” Bobby was on his feet now,
walking to the front of the boat.
“She had a head
start. Guess she didn’t feel like
waiting for you guys like I did.” Clare
turned towards Bobby and the others.
“You guys sure you’re ready for this?”
“Yeah. I think I’ve got a good enough connection
with Tabitha. We should be able to hold
our own.” Ashtyn gave Clare a half
smile.
Kurt didn’t speak.
“Kurt, are you
okay?” Bobby walked over to him, placing
his hand on Kurt’s shoulder.
“Huh? Yeah… I just have to get use to having
another voice in my head, I guess.” Kurt
still seemed lost in his own mind.
“You’ll get use to it
eventually.” Ashtyn gave him a pat on
the shoulder. “It helps to have a healer
around.”
“A healer?” Clare looked a little closer at Kurt.
“Yeah, back at the car
Elizabeth cut some guy’s throat. One of
Max’s guys I think. Kurt healed him
right up. Like nothing had happened.” Ashtyn was nearly bouncing her seat as she
described the gruesome scene.
Clare felt her body
tighten at the mention of Max. When they
had told her that Elizabeth had taken him she nearly freaked out. She had left him by the van to make sure he
wouldn’t be in danger. She wanted him
out of the way because she didn’t want to worry about him, but fate, and
Elizabeth had other ideas.
Clare turned back towards
the temple, and suddenly her blood ran cold.
Brittany was still
standing there, just in front of the temple entrance, waving her arms over her
head, a big smile now clear as day on her face.
That wasn’t what made Clare freeze, though. No, it was large, hulking figure coming down
the long, backlit corridor that led into the temple.
“Oh God.” Clare leaned over the front of the boat. “Brittany, behind you!”
Brittany was too far
away. She couldn’t here her. Clare started waving her arms, motioning for
Brittany to turn around.
“What’s going on?” Bobby was by her side. “No…”
Grath was closer now,
almost to the entrance of the temple. Clare
kept screaming, “behind you! Get out of
there!”
Finally they seemed to be
close enough, and what Clare had been screaming finally registered on
Brittany’s face.
It was too late.
Brittany turned just in
time to come face to face with Grath.
With one forceful jab of his wrist he slammed the bony blade jutting
from the top of his hand into Brittany’s gut.
Brittany’s scream could
be heard all the way on the boat.
“No!” Clare watched in horror as Grath lifted
Brittany off the ground, suspended by the blade in her gut.
***
Brittany’s whole body was
wracked with pain. Even with her demonic
powers she knew that she wasn’t going to be healing from this wound.
“Where’s my
Elizabeth?” Grath’s face was inches from
hers. His breath smelled like
death.
“Bitch is fish
food.” Brittany spit a glob of blood
into Grath’s face. She knew she was done
for, so she might as well make it hurt him just as much as it was hurting her.
Grath let out an
animalistic howl, and raised his other arm, the bony blade seeming to glitter
in the moonlight.
***
“Kurt, we need to you to
her! You need to heal her!” Clare couldn’t take her eyes off of
Brittany.
Kurt moved towards the
edge of the boat, and was ready to jump into the water, when he froze. Starring up at him was five set of little,
glassy black eyes, attacked to porcelain white faces with rosy cheeks. They’re heads poked out of the water just
enough where he could see their razor sharp smiles.
“Kurt!” Clare turned to
him, catching a glimpse of the elf children watching them from the water. “Son of a bitch! Get out of here! Leave us alone!”
Clare grabbed an oar from
the side of the boat, and started smashing the little elves’ heads in. Even when she managed to destroy one, two
more would pop up. If Kurt jumped into
that water, healing deity or no healing deity, he would be devoured in
seconds.
All four of them turned
at the sound of Grath’s howl.
“Oh God…” Clare’s eyes
went wide.
Grath’s free blade
slashed through the air, hitting Brittany just above the hip. In one smooth stroke Brittany’s body was
sliced in half. Her legs flopped onto
the stone lip of the temple, her insides splashing next to them. Her top half jerked once, and then went limp.
Grath kicked Brittany’s
lower half into the lake, before flinging her torso off of sword. Her upper half made a loud splash as it broke
the surface of the water. The water
where her body parts landed began to foam and bubble as her still warm flesh
was quickly eaten by the demonic, elf children.
“No!” Clare was screaming now, unable to control
herself. “You son of a bitch! You fucking son of a bitch!”
Grath looked at them, and
smiled. Then, without a word, he turned
and walked back into the temple.
It took all three of them
to keep Clare in the boat. She was out
of control. She didn’t care if she lived
or died. She just wanted to get to that
island, and rip that motherfucker’s throat out.
“Clare!” Bobby was shaking her now.
She turned to him, and
saw the tears streaming down his face, down everyone’s face. She wasn’t the only one who had just lost a
friend. They all had. They had all watched as someone who they had
worked with, lived with, and survived with was cut down in a brief moment.
“Clare, listen to
me. You need to control yourself.” Bobby was looking right into her eyes. “Do you want to waste all your energy
freaking out, or do you want to save it so you can kill Grath, and make him pay
for what he just did to Brittany?”
Clare looked at him, her
eyes red and puffy. She gritted her
teeth, and stood up. “He’s going down.”
They all sat in silence
as the boat neared the island.
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