Sparks in the Flame

Black. Pitch black. As far as the eye could see. Grace couldn’t even see her own hand in front of her face. The darkness was suffocating, a terrible force enveloping everything around it. Grace was used to it though, this darkness. She didn’t know how long she’d been there, wherever “there” was, but she knew it had been a while, because in the beginning, she couldn’t even think. The darkness had pierced her brain, working its way in and stopping everything. For a while, all Grace could do was stand there staring blankly into the darkness. Soon, she could think again, but barely. She had tried moving, but after tripping over things unseen more than a few times, she decided to stay where she was. She just wanted to get out. Now, all Grace could do was think. What was there to think about anyways, in this darkness?
As she was thinking about that, the darkness parted, revealing a thin ray of silver light, almost blinding her. Someone stepped out. The boy from her previous dream. He looked the same, except he wasn’t carrying the bright silver sword. Instead, in one hand he held the necklace that she had been looking at in the other dream. Except the person inside was gone. All she could see were streaks of red on the inner wall of the bottle.
“You again. Why are you here?” Grace said. But there was no response. He only smiled in the silver light, beckoning her forward with one finger. Grace could feel herself getting frustrated, her hands curling into fists. “What do you want from me?” She yelled. The boy just smiled again and held his hand out.
Grace studied his hands. Unlike the rest of his skin, which was paper-white, his hands were black, the same as the darkness. They looked as if they were made with shadows, swirling and twisting around each other. She looked at the boy. His eyes were just like his hands, moving and twisting, and just as dark. Pitch black, shadows spinning inside of shadows. They were so odd that Grace didn’t even notice when he grabbed her hands until she could feel the darkness pulsating through her veins. She tried to shake him off, but it was like struggling against an iron trap. He never spoke, never moved, just kept staring into her eyes. She could feel everything getting darker. Her senses, her thoughts, even her bones felt dark. Grace couldn’t move, couldn’t struggle.
The last thing she saw as the darkness shrouded her brain was the boy holding on to her, grinning, as if killing someone with darkness was a normal occurrence, as if he was having fun.

Notes

Hey guys! Its been a while, what with holidays and exams and such! This new chapter is a bit on the shorter side, but it is important!
Thanks so much for reading!
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