Fighting the Monster

It was almost time.  The wedding party was gathered in the back of the church waiting for the few latecomers to be seated.  She shifted in her heels, annoyed that her feet hurt already, and ran her hands down the front of her black dress.  It was her friends wedding day, so most of the attention would be on the bride, but with her blond mermaid curls and beautiful face, she knew she would hold a few stares.

Saliva pooled in her jaws.  “No.”

“No?” The monster peeled himself from where he was coiled around her insides.

“NO.  Not today.”

The monster raised an eyebrow, a malicious grin distorting his face.  “Yes.”

Before she could react, the monster clutched her heart in a fist, squeezing until she gasped, and beat it against her ribs before shoving the now frantically pounding organ into her throat.  With his other hand, the monster pinched her nerves and veins tight, causing her limbs to go numb and shake.

The girl trembled, praying for relief, but the sound of her heart banging within drowned out her thoughts.

He was overwhelming.

She was overwhelmed.

The monster smiled, relishing in her fear and discomfort.  Her panic was a drug to him.  And it was so, so strong.

Moving sluggishly, she dropped something just to have an excuse to dip her head and get blood to her brain.  

The monster looked up to where her heart was lodged in her throat, and swung a few punches at it.  He knew the uncomfortable banging of her heart unnerved her the most.

Her body was betraying her.

He licked his lips.

He loved it.

She swallowed, still praying, still hoping for strength.  Praying for relief.

And it came.

It came sure and fast and strong, and the monsters smile slipped.

What was this?

A warrior slid through her veins.

The monster hesitated only for a moment. He could fight this warrior.  He pushed against the warrior and was abruptly shoved back.

Now he panicked.

The girl felt the relief from the warrior.  She blinked back tears (can’t ruin the makeup), and whispered her thanks to the heavens.  The warrior was man made, but her confidence was from The Father.

The monster turned frantically, eyes crazed.  Where to go?  The warrior was destroying everything!  The warrior and her confidence.

The warrior reached her mind, and slammed the monsters poison away.  He moved down and caressed her heart as he dislodged it from her throat.  He pried apart her nerves and veins, and felt her relief as feeling returned to her limbs.

The monster was whimpering, watching his masterpiece of destruction fall apart.  He tried to punch through, and overcome with anger he rolled and raged against the warrior.

She could feel him.  She stood at the front of the church, and she could feel the monster.  He was raging; furious at being contained.  A smile twisted her lips though.  As angry as he was, the monster was defeated.  The warrior was helping her.

The warrior looked at the monster finally, and sneered.  He had felt the panic in the girl, and he hated the monster for affecting her so.   The monster lunged at him, fangs dripping, eyes wild, and the warrior threw out his hand.

The monster slammed into a shield.  His snout pressed against the barrier, and he dug his talons against the surface, searching for a chink.  He found nothing to grip onto, and he fell away with a howl, rolling and thrashing beneath the shield.  

The warrior smiled now as he looked down at the monster.  His work was done.  He saved the girl.  He heard her then, and he placed a hand on her heart to steady himself.  She was speaking to him!  He moved to be closer to her mind, and as he passed her heart, he whispered soothing words to it, for the organ still beat fast.  It was bruised by the monster, but not broken.

He reached her mind and could finally make out her words.

“Thank you.”

“You did not need me, you know.”

The girl blinked.  “Of course I did.”

The warrior observed her mind, her willpower, and smiled, shaking his head slightly.  “No.  The monster was destructive, yes, but you are not so weak that he would beat you.”

“I..”  She turned her thoughts inward.  The warrior could almost see her looking at him.  “I am strong.”  She sounded surprised.

“You are.  You did not need me, but I was happy to help make the fight easier.”

The girl considered this.  She could still feel the monster writhing beneath the barrier, but she found she pitied him.  He was a sad monster if he found joy in wreaking others.

He was weak.

He was beaten.

He was nothing.

The girl smiled then.  A real smile.  “Thank you for the warrior, Lord.” her insides murmured, smiling.  

The warrior patted her cheek then, and easily slid down her neck.  As he climbed carefully down her ribs, he considered the monster below.  He was a weak thing.  The girl had seen true.

The girl turned her attention to the back of the church, a true, carefree smile breaking from her as her beautiful friend came down the aisle.  

And the warrior.  He stood over the monster.  Protecting her.  Pitying him.

He stayed until he was called away, and it gave him great joy that the girl did not notice when he left.


Mischief Managed


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