Between Life and Death: The Bad Blood

Have you ever wondered what is good about rain? For my entire existence, the zeal feeling weeing rain makes me feel good that doesn't change a thing.  Well, the fresh droplets of rain create a sense of calmness that soothes my body and gives me satisfying chills. Indeed magical.  My lips weep down in a bold curve as I reminisce my teacher asking me one time why the rain makes me happy?  And there's this me, answering with a pleased smile saying; rain produces a sound akin to white noise. The brain gets a tonic signal from white noise that decreases this need for sensory input, thus calming me down. Similarly, the bright sun tends to keep us stimulated.  However, for today's weather, it's just gloomy. Poorly lit but not enough to rain, I guess. Yet still melancholy to my eyes.  "For how long will you stay there standing, Xiomara?"  

"What you witness is just a tip of an iceberg." Everything went into a noose. My breathing became a rope, knotted firmly, making my chest yanked downward and upward motion in a turbulent course. I blink momentarily before glancing at him. His face is waiting for me to speak up. But how? I can't even utter a single word because I'm fucking busy calming myself! My valor wasn't enough to face the danger ahead of us. Especially in this battle, I don't know how to defeat. Is there even a way how? Moreover, I sense like I wanted to throw up and smack my head multiple times. Everything I saw is making me insane in a hardcore way. "How did you survive?" What the hell?! So, he's fucking speculating that I should be a frigid cadaver right now? "I don't even know how the hell this world ends up like this." I hissed and gritted my teeth as I looked away. 

"I'm coming with you." I declared, showing tenacious zeal in my eyes. "Silly, stubborn woman. And what can you do when everything muck up, huh? Trot and redeem your ass out and leave others behind?!" My eyes arraigned at him. This rough-hewn! "I'm coming with you and I don't accept fucking no!" "Wow. You're ordering me now, huh? Who the fuck are you to decide?" "Damn it, you jerk! I need to go with you to save my mom!" His eyes doubted me like he's validating the entire circumstances and my bidding. "Your mom might be dead." That's it. Everything came dubious and I found myself in front of him as my knuckles hushed up in his damn face! It almost rip him off the ground. That was an arduous punch. "Fuck you! Fuck you! She's not fucking dead!" He captured my hands and I winced when he tucked my arms behind my back.

Chapter 07Horrendous atmosphere howled roughly at us. The disconcerting feeling grovel and erupted my system. The atrociousness in my eyes was shuddering and tangible. I give attention to assorted coughs that came from Lieutenant. He's severely puffing 'cause of the collision that steers him to an indiscreet harsh tumbled.I bet, he's whipped by the collapse that snagged him unprepared. Too bad, he needs to endure that a bit further. We don't have to hold up otherwise we will be at risk. We must keep moving and get out of here right away.I proceeded to trudge at his smudge. When I got there, I settled my hand over his face and fondled it passively."X-Xiomara..." His muffled voice was impaired in stamina. "Get up." My voice was supreme sovereignty in ordering him. "I-I can't." His voice was creaked in anguish, annex by his tardy orbs. "I think I crushed my bones. Just go and leave me here. I don't wanna

"I'll command them to back off." Even if he repressed the oscillation of his tone, I can still sense it no matter how arduous he lurks that to his sleeves.Pity."I thought you want me to have some fun?"He shook his head with a jiggling hand flapped on my face. "J-just forget it. I'm going."I can't prevent myself from chuckling 'cause of his remarks. He's appalled at how I fiddle his defrauding. At how I veered the plateau and busted him in his gamble and whirled myself as a naive one in his sight.Does he think I didn't know? For these facts, he can infer that an Eleanor haul a hoax to maneuver some askew shifts. Where he wields the sovereignty of his subterfuge but is later destroyed by the puppet.This is how Eleanor plays. Tricky, destructive, and above all, lethal to jeer for a wager."Xiomara! The news was up!" Exclaimed by Belle.