{ b u r y i n g } the { e v i d e n c e } { darcy x ragnar }

Darcy Birch

it has been three months since our first encounter, the one that left me flustered and confused. I didn't know what to think of him exactly. I wanted to feel like I should stay away from him, I wanted my stomach to feel assuaged when I thought of him because he wasn't a good person. He was someone I was supposed to stay away from, someone who was dangerous, who killed for the fun of it, I wasn't supposed to eel excited at the thought of seeing him, my stomach was not supposed to feel with nervous, but pleasant, knots- that was not how it was supposed to work…. so why? Why did this boy make me feel the way I did now?

A sigh slips past my lips- which I hadn't notice had been curled into a genre smile at the thought of the dark hair man. If my family knew about this I think they would be totally against the idea, after all I was only sixteen- but wait, Milo wasn’t Milo in the same position as myself? But wasn't it worse for her? I mean she was dating a Blackmore. A Blackmore, the Birch families most hated Rivals. I was just dating a random killer- wait, dating? We weren't exactly dating, were we? I mean I talk with him almost everyday- getting my parent to often wander where I was running off to, but for now I have been able to dodge there nosey questions and judging eyes, but for how much longer, I didn't know.

I shake my head slowly, clearing my mind of any thoughts. The sun had slowly begun to dip down behind the building of district two, making my heart pound fasted in my chest. I had to get out of here, I had to get to some light. My feet begin to move faster, causing my breathes to come in quicker bouts. I was getting nervous, my stomach flipping as slowly the light begins to fade leaving me walking in circles, trying to find a light source, trying to camp dow the butterflies which were frantically flying around within my stomach. just breathe. You can do this. You can beat the-

What was that?

I turn around suddenly, my long dark hair flaying over my should as I look behind me frantically but there is nothing there, nothing but a never ending darkness. A frown paints itself across my forehead and I close my eyes for a moment. I could do this. I could do this. I could- I couldn't help it any longer, it felt as thought someone was standing right in front of me, breathing heavily on my skin, breath smelling like stale blood. My eyes open so fast and I let out a silent scream, but no one was there, I was on my own.

My heart races in my chest and my fingers dig into the skin of my leg. I had to beat the darkness, I had to be the stronger one, isn't that what Ragnar would have said? Without a second thought I begin to run, I pull my hand away from my leg and curl it into a cis as I run, pumping my arms hard as I try to get as far away as I could from anywhere really. If i kept running I would hurt myself, I wouldn't hurt myself and I wouldn't hurt anyone else right? If i kept running, concentrating on the burning in my legs, on the aching in my chest it would all be okay, wouldn't it?

Slam!

Suddenly I am on the ground and the darkness is eating me up and a person is apologising, but their voice is becoming distant and all I can hear is the whisper of the darkness. It screams at me, the voices of the fallen, they scratch at my skin (or maybe it was just my fingers as I tried to rid my skin of the never end darkness.) I cant see anything and I can only feel the burning sensation of my arms as my fingers work into my skin. But suddenly there is another hand on me, one that is on my shoulder and I look up, expecting to look into the concerned eyes of the person who I had just ran into… but when my eyes land on his it is faceless. Where eye and the mouth and the nose are supposed to be in just skin and my eyes widen in fear my hands, my bloody hands, falling to the ground as small tears begin to form in my eyes. “W-W-What are you!? What do you want?! leave me alone-“ I steam at him before lashing out at him, my fingers catching the mans face. I try to dig them in, into the place where the eyes should be and the slip in surprisingly easily. I dig deeper, the whole time my heart racing, tears running down my face, my lips moving but no words coming out.

The man pull away from me and I hear muffled cries as he cries to scream though his mouthless face only making my screams louder. I climb to my feet and I run at him, “go away! go away! go away!” He had to go away. He had to go away. He had to die. my hands collide with his body once again, but this time I wrap them around his throat. He fights against me, and he should have won, technically, but my leg comes up and lands between his legs. He falls to the ground and I a on top of him, my finger intoning into the skin of his neck. “It’ll be okay, I can beat the darkness. You must be scared, you don't have a face, you are a monster. A monster. WHY DONT YOU HAVE A FACE!? WHAT KIND OF SICK DREAM IS THIS?” why did it feel so real?

Everything begins to fade, everything becomes a blur. I remember the feeling of warm blood on my fingers, the sounds of a person gurgling, downing on fluids.

I don’t remember much after that, all i know is that I woke up to the sun on my skin, my face alining against a brick wall in a deserted alleyway, the lifeless body of a man next to me. From there all I can think is that I need to get to him. I need to see him, I need to find Ragnar.