The rags that had adorn her now skeletal frame, hung loosely on her as the veins under her skin were dark and stretched over her entire body. Dragging her feet as her long black hair clung to her form as the rain fell from the skies, drenching her form. Two large bottles of whiskey clutched in her hands. Why were the lands so dead? Where was everyone? At that moment she didn’t care, Lyra and Silva had been somewhere.
It really didn’t matter, again she was drawn to the abandoned place, filled with memories. “Why…” she paused panting before coughing. Hunching over her hands went to her shaken knees to hold her up as she heaved heavily trying to breathe as a strand of silver rolled down from the edge of her lips. Her skin around the silver strand turned red with aggravation as she pulled one of the bottles that happened to be empty up to her lips and spat a decent amount of the silvery liquid into the bottom of it.
Honestly, she didn’t know why she was back. While yes, she swore dedication to the pack, how can she even be there when the pack was nowhere around? But as she stumbled in the mud and rain, she fell down in the spot she always seemed to find, by a tombstone she couldn’t really read. “Hey….” She choked as she shuffled to sit with her back against the side of the tombstone to keep from sitting on the grave itself.
“S….. Sorry… “ she panted softly as she could feel the burn from her throat as she coughed up more of the silvery liquid. “its…. Been a moment since yall seen me like this huh?” she said as her head swayed with a heavy roll to the side to see if she could find the empty shot glass she left around. Sitting the Bottle with the silver spit up to her side to keep it from tipping over she would lean her head back against the tombstone once more to look up at the sky.
Eyes closed as she felt the drops of rain pour against her face, pushing the clinging strands away as she fought to breathe. “so… they…. Found me again… “ she said as she lifted the other bottle that was full of whiskey to her lips only to pause and set it down between her legs. Her left hand that held the bottle moved around slowly and weakly towards the front of the tombstone once more to grasp the small glass and weakly drag it back.
“Funny thing… They… They were waiting for me… “ she gasped as she let loose of the near-empty bottle in favor to pour the whiskey that had nestled between her legs into the shot glass. Her limbs felt so heavy that she was having difficulties placing the glass onto the tombstone by reaching upwards. “I don’t… understand… why humans feel the need to torment people…” she panted softly, as soon as she knew the shot was on the tombstone for the unknown person her arm dropped with a heavy thud against the mud.
Her arms were riddled in dark spots from where she had the needled tubes attached. Closing her eyes again she would reach with her right hand to lift the bottle to her lips and tilt it back to take a chug. It was hot and burning her already scorched throat. Sitting the bottle back down she would pant and look back up at the sky.
“outside… of a town nearby… I was trying to come home and…” she paused as those once brilliant sea-foam hues were dull and the whites of her eyes agitated and red. “Home… huh… I… never thought I would call any place that again…” she said with a dark laugh before coughing up more silver spats. Catching them in her hand she would immediately regret it as it began to burn her flesh and she worked on pouring it into the bottle to keep it from contaminating the lands.
“anyways…” she whispered her head lulled; it may not have been the best idea to be drinking without food. But first, she needed to help expel the silver in her system. Second, eventually, the whiskey was going to numb her enough to make it bearable so… Hey, win-win.
“They were actually waiting… But I don’t think they were waiting for me… in particular… Or… maybe they were… I never got the chance to ask.” She said as she lifted the bottle once more and chugged a few more gulps before sitting it back down. “MK8978855256536 ….” She sighed as her head lulled forward so her chin rested against her chest and her right hand moved to gingerly slide up under her hair to caress the marred skin just beneath her hairline.
“Gods… they… wouldn’t stop repeating it… MK8978855256536… It… it was everywhere. You know… last time I was trapped… They were just going to drain me and kill me. That was all. I thought… I thought that was going to be my hellish death… But this time….” She said as her body started to slide to the side until she fell over landing in the mud as she just stared out before her. “This time… it was much worse…” she spoke out into the empty graveyard.
“I never thought… a human blade could ever pierce me… It never had… How… arrogant is that?” she laughed a bit before choking again as more silver fell from her lips but she caught it again to keep it from spilling onto the earth. Her body trembled as she lifted herself up and worked to pour it into the bottle more. This was probably going to be tedious.
“My… father had once told me… That my blood was precious… Silver burned… but wouldn’t stay as others would,“ she laughed a bit before starting to choke again. This time though, she brought the bottle up to spit in and sighs. “Never reveal who you are… he said. “ bringing the bottle back up to her lips she would pause, not because she wanted to, but because her arm trembled from the exertion.
A dark laugh came from her as her hand dropped the bottle back into her lap before it, itself fell to her side. “I have traveled… all around the world… I visited so many different places… Knight… is not a special name… So why… Why can’t I say my name…” she whispered as she struggled to lift the bottle to her lips once more. “MK8978855256536 …. It was on… every vial… every needle that pierced me… on every box… on every container… on every chart… Why?” she said covering her face weakly with her free hand as she started to shake as she fought to keep from crying.
But even in the rain, those tears rolled down her cheeks, she had so much silver in her system that even the tears shimmered with dust of silver. As it streaked down, her skin would burn an ugly red streak as she cried. “I mean… it… was too specific to be a coincidence…. They… they knew what to do… to break my skin…“ another angry cough came but this time it was dry as it was more from her crying then it was from the silver her system had worked out to expel.
“Guys… I… don’t think… I can do this anymore… All... all I ever have done… was run… how… far… can I run? Before I can't run anymore?” she asked before taking another swig of her whiskey. “who.. am I even talking to… What do any of you care? You lay here rested, only unsettled by my constant presence. “ she said moving to lay down on her back and looking up at the sky once more to letting the rainfall against her face.
Tilting her head to the side she would look off towards the forest, looking at those weird and odd flowers that tended to cover the area heavily, “What… should I do… I swore myself to this… place… I never do that… I never had done that… But… I am here… now… even while they are gone… “ she snorted and turned her head towards the grave again. “I guess… it doesn’t matter does it…” she said as her eyes slowly closed from the last of her energy being drained from just the mere movement. It did not take long for her eyes to close fully as she drifts to sleep in the rain.