Fury prt. 4

Alphonse blushed a light pink as he answered, "Your not trying to kill me are you?"

"Well no... why would i do that?" Celia questioned she cocked her head to one side and listened intently. The sounds of the trees were ten times louder to her sensitive ears, she could hear the deer as they gently lapped the water from three miles away at another river. She could hear the lion as it struck and killed a gazelle around four miles away.

"Well..." Alphonse started finally coming up with an answer. Celia leaned in and waited patiently for his answer. "I've seen people like you.... but they weren't.... i guess you could say civilized as you.... there eyes were bloodshot red.... and they weren't themselves.... they thirsted for death and blood.... they weren't like you they weren't human!" Alphonse stammered through the whole thing afraid he would somehow upset Celia.

To his surprise Celia giggled, but she stopped abruptly and her eyes were years and years away. "I have seen my kind act as you have described, thinking one minute you have complete control of yourself and the next minute you wake up and find someone.... beside you.... there not breathing and you scream but no one hears you! No ones there and you feel as though your a monster.... a.... menace..... they'll find you and kill you!" Celia said her eyes giving off a blank look.

Alphonse shook her shoulders and tried to pull her mind back to the present time. "Celia! Celia! Come on, come back its OK Celia its OK." Alphonse said holding onto to Celia as she finally collapsed into uncontrollable sobs. Alphonse didn't know what to do, he was afraid that if he held her she would only push him away.

Slowly he pulled her to him, he gently cradled her in his lap, at first she pushed and shoved and tried to run but he held on tightly. "Celia its OK it is really! Please Celia.... please don't try and run, its OK we'll get through this i promise please Celia please don't run." Alphonse pleaded as Celia finally broke free from Alphonse's iron grasp.

Celia stopped short and fell on her knees realizing her leg was broken. She curled into a ball and held her leg as she writhed in agony. Alphonse smiled a little as he scooped her up and grabbed the bag and headed off.

"This isn't funny!" Celia growled biting her lower lip and making it bleed.

"No your right this isn't... funny....at all...." Alphonse trailed off trying to hold back the sudden laughter that bubbled up in his throat. Celia made a low growling noise that started in her throat but died before it hit her lips.