~Avery POV~
'Avery, you need to fight'
How? How do I fight something that I do not see?
'How do you fight what you do see?'
I see my opponent and then I charge at him. No thinking, no planing. I see him and I know what to do. Or I chance and deal with the outcome
'We will talk about your fighting strategy another time because that truly sounds like a terrible mess. But you know what you need to do. You charge. Not physically but mentally. Fight, Avery'
Who are you?
'I'm am not at liberty to tell you that just yet, but don't worry child we will meet soon.'
Natasha's irises were as red as blood with prominent black veins crawling around her irises.
Her hands are keeping me still. She was using her magic.
She is strong.
Stop.
Natasha sure has grown stronger.
STOP!
The voice in my head is getting louder and louder. How am I supposed to fight? He's still weak from the extrication Natasha did on me. But he is still stronger than me and when he wanted to get through, he did.
I saw James and Alex staring at me like I was a ghost. I saw James' finger twitching. It must be hard for him to let go of control.
There is only one way to fix this. I need to kill Natasha, it's probably her doing this to me.
Wait, what? No!
She needs to die, I have to kill her.
I saw a knife lying on the pedestal to my right.
I am so sorry.
"AARRGGHH!" Everything I had went into breaking myself free from Natasha's hold.
I saw James starting to panic as he tried to rush over. Natasha held up a finger and James stopped dead in his tracks.
" What is happening to her?" Don't worry, James. I'm gonna fix it.
"She's breaking free. Avery you need to try and fight him, I'm almost done!"
Now why would I want to fight when I could kill?
I felt a wicked smile form on my face and everyone else saw it too by the looks of it.
Let's play, shall we.
I felt my entire body working to break the hold. Then I felt it shatter, like putting pressure to a window and seeing it crack before it completely breaks, that's what it felt like.
I'm free, but I cant move. What the hell is this?
She must die, she's ruining everything!
My blood began to boil. My nails dug into my hands and I felt the veins in my temples starting to throb. My shoulders went back and my head up as my lips tightened and formed a thin line. My nostrils were flaring and I felt my eyebrows furrow.
'FIGHT, AVERY!'
"AARRGGH!" It hurts! Like someone was trying to press my skull together, turning my brain into mush.
Fight. I had to fight.
I was moving my arm, it was shaking trying to rise. Me feet were trying to move and my eyes were set on the knife laying on the pedestal beside me.
Fight. I needed to fight.
I pressed my arm down with all the energy that was left in me and held it by my side. It was like moving against gravity.
" Avery, I'm almost done, just a minute more!"
"HURRY!" I couldn't keep him out much longer. I wasn't keeping him out. I was fighting him for dominance inside my own mind. I was at war with myself.
Fight Avery.
Fight.
Kill. Her.
I was shaking. My entire body was shaking from top to bottom and my hands were clutched together so tightly that I felt the blood circulation stoping. I pressed my lips together and my eyes were closed tightly. Everything and anything to focus on.
I slammed the back of my head against the wall as hard as I could in frustration. I felt drops of sweat falling from my face.
"Please hurry! I can't..."
"Almost there, sweetheart, keep fighting."
Easier said than done. I thought to myself.
Stop fighting me.
Never.
Stop fighting. You want to kill her.
I... I don't. You do.
Stop fighting me AND KILL HER!
"NO." I fell to my knees. My body rested on them as I finally broke down. The tears wouldn't stop. I was shaking like a scared puppy and sweating like I had run a marathon.
Why was I bleeding?
I felt a body covering my own. I didn't mind. I embraced and welcomed the comfort. The only comfort that could calm the storm going on inside me. He could catch the lightning and throw it away, suck in the thunder and blow it out in the form of a tornado, putting everything back in its place.
Yes. I welcome it.
"Sweetheart?" I felt a hand on me and lifted my head. Natasha was standing there with her hands cupped in front of her and her eyes back to normal.
"We're all done." Her smile could warm you on the coldest of nights. I mustered up enough energy to smile back at her. Albeit a weak one.
"Thank you. Again." I said as I gave her a minor head bow.
"Anytime. Now you need to sleep. I promise nothing will disturb you this time." I nodded at her, agreeing that I needed sleep.
James carried me to my room again as I was too weak to walk.
He placed me down again and his eyes lingered on my face as if he was trying to memorize it.
I took his hand into mine and drew shapes with my finger on his palm.
"Stay with me?" James looked at the clock. It was 4:30 already.
" Practice starts at 7:00. But I would love to stay with you until then." He sported a kind smile as he got undressed, leaving his boxers and climbing under the covers.
I didn't think I would ever be able to look at his semi nude body without blushing.
I laid his arm under my head and I snuggled in close to him. I felt safe in his arms. Something I really needed right now.