Black Envy

She looks in front. Her blue eyes gaping at the dense, dark green forest that stands
superior before her. Her small, fragile body trembling at the torturous thoughts of
what happened many weeks ago. The village of Agnis. Burning. Blood covered. In
Black Flames. The aggressive hissing of the flames when the fathers spilled pale,
blue water on the burning bodies of babies. Delilah can still recall the smells of
burning skin and charcoaled wood, polluting the air in black, smirking clouds. Then
the picture of a disturbing creature plagues her mind. With no cure.

That teenage boy. That so called make-believed creature, whos skin was ice white,
his attire; consisting of only a shirt and cargo shorts. Completely black. His
trademarked black akubra, his red belt with what seemed to be half a heart,
engraved roughly on the sooted metal buckle. That was all Delilah could observe
from the fiery mountain, which is now nothing more than a white, fogged
graveyard.

A small gust of wind weaves through the groaning forest, creaking the old branches
and leaves rustling together. Delilah draws in a quivering breath, she musters up
what little courage she has, then storms into the malicious forest. Taking the chance
to eradicate the monster, in sheer vengeance. Delilah was the last survivor. She
trudges through the dark forest, the smell of ash becoming thicker with every step.
She jumps over stumps and crawls underneath fallen, large, arched black branches.
She looks to the right, following the scent of charcoal, the smell of ash is fresh. Hes
here. The wind blows dust and embers towards her, choking the poor girls lungs.
The build-up of cinder fills her lungs from breathing in the polluted air of Agnis.
She coughs, hoping that is will ease the pain of her fiery lungs. But she was wrong.
Nothing but slimy, red and black goo oozed out from her mouth. She wipes her
mouth and continues to walk, not caring anymore.
She reaches a point in the forest, where nothing green remains. Branches burning
and smoke rising from the horizon. She can hear the crackling of still alive flames.
Nothing but a black field. Snap! Delilah flinches, gasping. She turns her head
around, examining her surroundings, and, out of the corner of her eye, she spots a

pair of green ones staring right back at her. She freezes. The eyes emit a loud, low
pitched growl, silencing all the woodland dwellers. It walks towards her, the
branches and bones crunching beneath his black combat boots. The birds screech
violently, then she runs. Hes too terrifying. Her feet flimsily sprint over rocks and
fried fruits, running furiously trying to reach the edge of the never-ending forest.

An uplifted root hides underneath red moss. She trips. Delilah winds herself and
energetically stands up. She can hear the crunching of wood caving in on her. She
furiously looks around, to find Frio standing there. Staring. Growling. Opening his
mouth to reveal a set of gruesome, blood stained, flesh covered jagged teeth.
Circulus Shinamis! He chants in a low, monster-like gargling sound. Roaring, black
flames encircle Delilah. Leaving her nowhere to escape. Frio continues to stare at
Delilah as the ground beneath her even chars away. Night Owls rapidly fly away to
avoid the scorching heat of the invisible fire. Her skin starts to melt like chocolate,
revealing burning flesh and yellow fluid pouring out from her eyes. She screams, the
heat of thick air overwhelming her. Her cooked flesh falls off from her body,
revealing the white bone beneath. She attempts to escape the predicament, only to
notice that her legs crumble to dust beneath her.
Frio grins, pleased.
Her screaming stops.

Izabella Sabatini

580 words 10N Miss Hall