Untouchable Redemption

By Lady Meilin

Apprehension hung over her like a dark cloud. Her features were obscured by the mesh in front of her eyes, and the hood that shadowed her face. Long, elegant fingers were clothed in black gloves. None of the party could see her; none knew what she looked like. And none wished to know. The young woman was and would continue to be cut off from those who escorted her. She stood in the middle of them, a plague unto herself.

Silence reigned in the ancient halls, permeating the air, sticking to their clothes, clogging their throats. Their clicking, consistent footsteps broke the silence every few moments and every few moments some one would flinch at the sound – the loud, hideous sound that seemed to disturb the rest…the slumber of such a place. But it could not be helped. It would not be helped. And so they continued on.

The chamber…the tomb…was a magnificent. Soaring ceilings, grand colonnades, sweeping staircases that rose high into the air, leading off to realms with in the ancient edifice that none wanted to fathom. Wind whistled through the air, carrying with it impressions that frightened the young woman. She shied from what called to her. Small hands gripped her cloak, pulling it tighter around her, wishing the past away. But it called…beckoned…tempted her into its arm….whispering enticements…promising a world beyond her dreams…

And yet she feared it all…shrank from it…bid it leave her eyes and ears and let her rest…The past that beckoned to her…the present that tugged at her…the ghosts who wished her into their world and out of hers…she wanted it all gone…and yet it stayed…dancing its never ending dance…seducing those who would be seduced…

The escort stopped just short of the center of the room then parted away, revealing the trembling young woman in the center. She took soft steps…glided forward then stopped, glancing back for a time. None would meet her eye…none would share her sorrow and her fear…she let out a soft sigh before continuing forward.

The mark in the center of the room frightened her….a witches knot that bled…the space around it shimmered…cried…tore at her eyes and shrieked of a never ending existence that would taunt the most stalwart. Blood spattered the floor…lending her vision a double canvas…faded gray against a bright almost horrifying red.

Her gloves came off first…her mouth went dry…fingers tugged at her own…cold – alabaster cold sank into her skin. She pulled her hands away and with a sudden movement jerked away the covering in front of her eyes and nearly collapsed.

Dark and light, willowy, clad in gray, they stood in a mockery of what the originals had. Feet lined across the witches knot, fingers intertwined, elaborate masks covering rouged faces.

Trembling fingers peeled away her cloak…let it slip to the floor…allowed the vision to encompass her…to see through their eyes…

Fear coursed through her veins…her heart pounded…wishing she had never agreed…that she had never been forced into this situation…stale words passed through her lips…ancient words…words that should not have been spoken.

The air wavered…shimmered…shrieked apart in the center…it crawled out…

Her head pounded…her palms sweated…her soul begged her to go…to leave before some one…some thing claimed it…

Still it came…slinking across the air…wrapping around the legs of the beautiful women…willing a seduction on one woman and then the next…

It wrapped itself around her…fingers splayed out across her stomach…tongue dragging roughly across her shoulders…her neck…her cheeks…

Her body froze in fear…her soul screeched in resistance…

Red eyes stared at her…holding her…so she could not see…only hear the cries of dying comrades…the yells of those being ripped apart…

She feared…feared for her life…for her soul…for existence…

It ripped…

She collapsed onto the floor…clutching at her torso…shrieking prayers and profanities all at once…cursing those who had made her like this and those who had used her like this…

The pain did not abate…it pulsated and moved…making its way across her stomach and into her chest….she felt bones crack…muscle tear…her soul cried out in agony…and still it would not end…

Her body writhed on the floor…waiting for the vision to finish…for the death to be complete…

Her eyes faded…her body stilled…her breathing ceased….the vision ended…death came and then left…satisfied with her…the ghosts faded…glad for her pain…

A shriek and a shudder and then it was over. She forced herself off of the ground….pulled her cloak back on…slipped her gloves on over her arms…placed the mesh in front of her eyes…and then with soft footsteps walked back to the escort…

As one their footsteps echoed through out the corridors while they left…this was only the first stop…there was still more to come…