Demon From Heaven

Chapter 3

(Merida's P. O. V.)

My blood ran cold in my veins, as I beheld the view of Alpha Eric's tattered form in front of me. How come no one reacted?

I wanted to scream terribly; my heart was beating like that of a frantic bird trying to escape it's cage. I was moments away from hyperventilating. The sight before me was beyond terrible.

Deciding that the best option right now is toask about the scars and why the doctor hadn't said anything about it, I turned to doctor Jennings.

"Uhm... Doctor?..." I called out to him, trying to get his attention.

Suddenly all eyes were on me. Everyone gave me accusatory glances that made me feel so small and nervous, that I begged the heavens that the ground would open, and swallow me a whole, or that I'd suddenly become invisible. It took a lot of prompting from myself in my mind, to continue speaking.

I gulped hard, my mouth suddenly running terribly dry, and my throat very dry, before proceeding with my question.

"...How about the scars on his body; how come you haven't said anything about them? What had ripped away at his chest?"

My heart beat was like a drum roll at this point. Every single thought I my mind raced with such an intense speed, that it was nearly impossible to pick up on one that made any sense. However, I needed to know.

I needed to know why no one had said anything regarding the scratches and blood soaked sheets, talk less of changing the satin fabric into another.

Doctor Jennings looked at me strangely, his stare questioning my sanity. I was confused on why he and every other person in the room looked at me with such an Expression; had I said something wrong?

The only person whose face hadn't morphed into a mask of concern for my mental health was Cecilia, but then again; even her expression was rather strange.

She had turned a deathly shade of pale, and for some reason the skin of her forehead slightly glistened as though there were a sheen layer of sweat on it. Her expression was blank; I couldn't pick up any emotion on it, but there was a frantic light to her eyes. She looked slightly panicked, yet only those who looked carefully could pick up on it.

Why was she panicking? That was a question that I couldn't find an answer to no matter how much I tried to. All I could decipher was that it was rather odd.

"Your majesty, what are you talking about?..." Doctor Jennings asked me, the emotion of worry clearly displaying over his features.

I frowned; what did he mean what was I talking about? Didn't he see it?

If it were possible for my heart beat rate to increase, it did. I was sure that everyone in the room could hear it now, loud and clear.

"Yes, she is now pretending to have lost it to gain our pity. How original! Try another trick, you lying murderous wench!" The ex queen, Eric's mother cried in an accusatory and angry tone.

I looked at her, each passing second adding to my confusion. What was she talking about? Why was she calling me a liar?

"Why are all of you looking at me like that? Did I say something wrong? Why isn't anyone noticing that the sheets need to be changed? They're soaked in Blood."

"Uhm... Your majesty..." The doctor trailed off, his gaze now that of fear and pity. "... there is nothing on the bed, neither are there any scratches on the Alpha."

My senses went numb, and all I heard was the prolonged sound of a ringing that blocked everything else out.

What on Earth did he mean by there was nothing? Didn't he see the blood that dripped on the floor and the way the skin if Eric's chest had been scattered by mighty claws?

"No... No, can't you see the mighty scratches on his chest made by terribly sharp talons of a goddamn big creature? Can't you see how critical it looks? He's still bleeding! Can't you see the way his blood soaks the sheets?! Look at it!"

My breathing had turned heavy and ragged, sounding like I had ran miles on miles, and now I was stopping to catch my breath. The ringing had grown louder, as I struggled to suppress the wild urge in me to truly give into the chaos that brewed in me. It's either I was truly the only one who could see the way he bled all over the place, or they were all just playing a terrible prank on me. I could feel my lungs closing up, and the feeling of being suffocated by myself and my surroundings hitting me harder than any punch Eric had ever given me.

That meant that I was the only one who could see what was going on. But how come? Was I truly losing my mind? How come what was displaying before me clear as day was something unseen to them? There had to be something wrong somewhere.

Whispers arose within the people present in the room, and the looks of pity not only heightened, but also mixed with expressions of suspicion.

The queen looked more of scared, as if she were in the presence of some primal animal that would pounce on her and kill her anytime soon.

"How are you so sure that I killed Eric?" I spoke up suddenly, discomfort flooding my senses and coupling with the already present horror of what was to come.

"Weren't you the one who said that someday he would regret his actions, and by that time it would be too late?! That was a hint! You think that we are unwatchful and careless?! No, we aren't! I saw right through you from day one!.." she screamed at me, the saliva in her mouth foaming as she spoke with great vigour.

I was taken aback by her explanation. I didn't have any defense, because I had said all that.

"... For this, you shall be punished. You shall be executed first thing tomorrow morning, as soon as the sun rises without any trials. Whosoever objects to this is an accomplice, and would be executed alongside with you. Throw her into the dungeons!!