CRIMSON ~ Chapter 4

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before:https://scratch.mit.edu/projects/1352731187/ next: i've written it, just have to make it into a project, sorry! Chapter four Sera They gave us torches as a only lightsource. Torches. I freeze in my corner, my breath becoming quick to the point of hyperventilation, my arm instinctively flying up to cover my face, my nose to the inside of my elbow. I can’t look away from the flickering flame, and yet it's terrifying to do so. My teeth automatically start to bite the skin off my bottom lip, drawing red* that drips onto the floor. And starts to boil. Drip. Drip. Drip. “Hey- are you okay?” A soft voice starts, her voice slightly shaky, her hand on my shoulder. “I know we all don't like fire but you look…” My fingers start to walk to the boiling red* on the ground, painting swirls within it, sticky and thick. “And how do I look exactly?” I ask, my voice ragged, red* still dripping from my lip. Her hand on my shoulder starts to shake. “W-why is your red*- how are you- it's boiling.” I smirk, lifting my hand, bringing my finger to my thumb, testing the stickiness of the red in my hands. “It’s not that hot. But you know, red* magic users. We have a higher tolerance to these kind of things." At that, she throws herself away from me, shouting “Dark magic user! Dark magic user!” That really gets the others' attention. I get up, wincing with every crackle of the torch light as I watch the other scramble to the other side of the cage now, hiding behind the torches, waiting for the stalagmites and stalactites to fully retract so they can get away from me. I take a step forward. They all move back. I burst out a laugh. They’re scared of me? Hah. “Well, now that I’ve gotten your attention, I suppose I might as well introduce myself for the little time we’ll have together.” Hi, I'm Seraphine, my friends call me Sera, but it seems I don’t have any, so Seraphine is fine.” I say, leaning forward with a little wave, grinning as they recoil. “Hmm… What should I share about myself… Well I'm twenty-seven, and incredibly short, if you haven't noticed yet.” I pause looking the entire group up and down. “Come on ladies, running from someone who’s five foot three?” Oh! I know another one. Fun fact! I can identify forty types of red* by taste alone. Animal, human, and yes, witch. How’s that for cinema? Huh, people!?” I raise my arms, turning around to wherever that camera that’s supposed to record us all is. “But enough about me. What about you guys? Who wants to present next, class?” I ask, my back still turned Silence. “Wow, what a crowd…” I mutter, lowering my arms. More silence. I finally look behind my back. The five minutes are over. They already left. Shadows shroud me, grin crumbling from my face, joker charade falling. I crash down to my knees, tears welling my eyes. I was trying to get them to leave, but they were already trying to. And I don't know why it affects me so much. *** Look at you, crying. Get up. I do so slowly, my legs shaking as my hand reaches for something to hold. My hand slips through the air, landing me straight back onto the cave floor. Nothing’s injured besides your feelings. Get. Up. I grunt out in frustration. Of others, of the world, of myself. This time, to my avail, my legs push me up, and away from my state. I grit my teeth. Good. Now get going, you came here with a plan, you need to find him. So are you going to just let that go to waste? No.