The Abaddon (Chapter 3)

by T.V.

Sael was soon tired, hungry, and hopelessly lost. She couldn’t even tell if she was upright anymore. She thought, maybe, she was hallucinating when she saw a clear, bubbling stream, with lush vegetation around it. Just then did she realize she had managed to - in her hardly coherent state - stumble into a cool, but relatively dry forest.

There were many forests across the mountain she was climbing. She couldn’t remember what the mountain was called, or what any of the forests were called, but she knew that there were safe and small forests, there were dangerous and big forests, and sometimes there was a mix of both. But right now, she didn’t care at all. She took one look at the water and plunged strait in. Sael expected to feel cold. Really, really, cold. Because that’s how most streams, lakes, rivers, etc. are. But this water was warm for a stream. Not hot and scalding, but not cold. It was about 25 degrees Celcius. In some ways, that’s not necessarily warm to most people, that’s true, but to Sael it was a pleasant change to the usual water she used. She had a big, rectangular box in her home. It had no top, and every week she would bring in buckets and buckets of freezing rainwater that she had to bathe in. The rest of her family thought the murky lake next to their house was better, because it wasn’t as cold. The rainwater that Sael usually used was about 5 degrees Celcius. The water the rest of her family used was about 15 degrees celsius. But it was dirty, filled with other people’s germs. So Sael wasn’t getting close to that water. She realized she was starting to get too many flash backs, and bit her lip so as not to cry. Yes, there was no one around, but she felt weak when she cried. Tears brimmed to the edge of her eyes, then .... then she blinked, they rolled slowly down her cheeks, and she wiped them away. As soon as she did that, she had to hold her breath. It usually helped her not to cry. Though she had only nearly cried 3 times as far as she could remember. In the stream, that was the first time she had ever actually felt a tear roll down her cheek. She had never really cried before. Only nearly cried.

“By earth, someone is controlling my mind!” Sael complained to herself. Suddenly she gasped. She noticed, finally, that Fighter was missing.

“FIGHTER!” she screamed at the top of her lungs. She walked out of the stream.

“FIGHTER! FIGHTER! FIGHTER!” she screamed angrily. No one answered. It actually, impossibly, seemed to get ... quieter.

“Fighter..” Sael whispered. She heard a low whine to her right. She gasped. “ Fighter?” she asked, not quite whispering, but talking very quietly. A shape emerged from the shadows. It wasn’t Fighter. It was a boy. Maybe 3 years older than her.

“Who are you?” he asked acidly.

“I-I-” Sael stuttered. Suddenly she noticed a mark on his wrist.

“DreamCatcher...” she whispered.

“Not anymore! And don’t worry, I’m not gonna kill you.” he said, still acidly but this time with a hint of sadness.

“What do you mean? Please don’t kill me!” Sael whimpered. He rolled his eyes

“I was kicked out of the DreamCatcher camp because I refused to kill humans. And please, for all that’s holy, understand this: I’M NOT GOING TO KILL YOU!” he said, nearly shouting.

“Oh.” Sael said.

“And what happened to ... you? Who’s that ‘Fighter’ you were talking about? What’s your name? How old are you?” the boy asked. He was like a question machine and he was looking at Sael as if she was a scrawny runt. Those things both annoyed Sael. She sighed, and, realizing that there probably wasn’t much danger, began.

“My name is Saelina. My family and I ran from our home to the mountain to escape the danger of the Abaddon and it’s creatures. One of his creatures followed me, still a baby, and I felt bad. The next thing I knew I was left alone with the creature. I named him Fighter. We spent the night in a cave then I stumbled into here. I don’t know exactly where here is but, yeah. Then, I bathed in the the stream over there. Finally, I noticed that that Fighter was gone, so I threw on my clothes and went to .... scream for him, I guess. Then I saw you.” suddenly she thought of something. “

You didn’t ... see me before ... I got my clothes on, right?” she asked. He laughed. “You honestly ... think I would have cared ... if I had seen a child like you with no ... clothes? Or ... were you .. just trying to kill me ... through hysterics?” he asked, laughing so hard he could hardly breath. Sael glared at him but was glad he hadn’t seen her.

“Anyway, what your name? How old are you? Where are you from?” she asked.

“A lot of questions, no?” the boy said.

“Just answer them!” Sael said acidly.

“Okay, okay! My name is Mike. I’m 15 and I’m from Ireland. Happy?” he asked. “Ireland ...” Sael muttered.

“Yeah, what about it?” the boy asked angrily.

“I was ... wondering about your accent, pardon my rudeness, but I was. And I knew it sounded familiar. And well ... you’re from Ireland? Anyone who has been there in the last few years is ... is ... dangerous. A minion to every demon across the lands.” Sael whimpered. “Oh yeah, Sloanie girl, a minion.” Mike began sarcastically

“As if. I was in Ireland just a month ago, but I’m fine. That stupid Abaddon” Mike spit on the ground after saying the name,

“will never control me, and never has.” Mike finished. Sael grimaced at his cruel name for her accent. And just as she did, Mike’s face went blank. He moved his head around as if smelling the air then twitched. And let out a horrible growl. His eyes rolled into his head. An aged rasping voice came out of his quivering lips

“You will not speak of the great Abaddon in such vain.” Mike’s head twitched once more then he fell to the ground. Sael had a strong impulse to run, but she just could not leave her new ... acquaintance. She could not say friend. He was definitely not a friend yet. But Sael had a good feeling about him.

“MIKE!” she screamed.

“Whaaaaat?” he asked, seemingly confused and (now) awake.

“Don’t deafen me!” he said angrily. Sael scowled then got up.

“I have to go.” she said, backing away slowly. His face became sad.

“Please don’t!” he said desperately.

“I’m sorry! I have to!” Sael said, also sad.

“Oh come on!” Mike said. He buried his face in his hands. Sael felt bad. She couldn’t abandon her new friend. He was just as alone as her. If someone had told her they had to leave like that, she would be devastated. “Okay.” Sael said, a little reluctantly. “I’ll stay.”

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