Hey my peeps!!! This week\u2019s blog should finish off the rest of Elijah\u2019s story, so I hope you like it because this is the beginning of the end of Elijah\u2019s journey. <\/p>\n\n\n\n
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Beneath the beeping of his monitor, a soft creak sings into the room followed by an authoritative voice saying, \u201cAh, so you\u2019re finally awake, Elijah.\u201d <\/p>\n\n\n\n
His eyes fall to the entrance that only now becomes visible thanks to its movement and trace the voice back to its owner. A tall broad figure in a freshly white medical coat walks forward. The closer the figure comes before the bed, the more Elijah can make out their full appearance. Besides a tall frame, the stranger wears an elaborate stag head, the color identical to blood, and decorated with the most majestic set of royal antlers, that twist upwards and out, ending in sharp knife-like points. While this crown of antlers appears heavy, the body hosting them stands with perfect posture making them seem weightless. <\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201c…\u201d Elijah wants to scream and question the person before him, yet his words play against him, getting caught in his throat. <\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cOh, come on now, cricket.\u201d The Stag snickers, \u201cUse your words, not your eyes. I\u2019m no mind reader.\u201d <\/p>\n\n\n\n
Elijah\u2019s heart falls into a bottomless pit inside his chest, \u201c…cricket..?\u201d His voice chirps, “how\u2026 how do you know that name?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
The Stag\u2019s head falls into gloved hands as he laughs; ones bound in the safety of smooth brown leather rather than a pair matching the latex ones that dangle from the pocket of the coat. \u201cI know everything <\/em>about you, Elijah.\u201d <\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cNo\u2013 you shouldn\u2019t know that name!\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cBut I do. I was the one who gave you that name, Cricket.\u201d <\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cno.. you can\u2019t be. My father died se\u2013\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n Manic laughter cuts Elijah off, as the Red Stag slams both hands, grasping the metal rails that trap Elijah in. \u201cI NEVER DIED!<\/strong>\u201d He screams. \u201cThat bastard brother of mine took you from me. You were perfect and pure. A beautiful sacrifice for Cernunnos<\/strong> until Riche tainted your spotless soul.\u201d <\/strong>He paused, staring or searching my eyes before straightening his body once more and calming his tone with huffs of bitter breaths. \u201cThat\u2019s not the point. I can\u2019t use you as our sacrifice anymore, so I might as well find you a new purpose.\u201d Once he is finished, he signals something to the farthest left corner. Not long after, Autumn and the other hind barge into this white cubed room dressed in similar coats and pushing a silver cart that chimes with surgical instruments. They push past my bed towards the back of the padded room, the lights dimming with them. Autumn appears on my right, forcing a cold syringe into my neck, pumping a burning liquid through my veins.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cOk, Elijah. Let\u2019s find your new purpose<\/em>.\u201d My supposed father says, grabbing a scalpel from the cart. I lose control and feeling throughout my body, and my eyes struggle to focus. Betrayal is the thing that accompanies me while my vision is encased with black and my body goes numb. <\/p>\n\n\n\n ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~<\/p>\n\n\n\n Ok yay! I hope you enjoyed it and let me know if you want more blogs like this or if you want rants. Peace and love my peeps. <\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" Hey my peeps!!! This week\u2019s blog should finish off the rest of Elijah\u2019s story, so I hope you like it because this is the beginning of the end of Elijah\u2019s journey. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Beneath the beeping of his monitor, a soft creak sings into the room followed by an authoritative voice saying, \u201cAh, so you\u2019re finally … Continue reading “Missing or Dead pt. 4: The Beginning of the End”<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":121,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[4],"tags":[48],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/blog.msabrookhaven.org\/literary\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/23922"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/blog.msabrookhaven.org\/literary\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/blog.msabrookhaven.org\/literary\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/blog.msabrookhaven.org\/literary\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/121"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/blog.msabrookhaven.org\/literary\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=23922"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/blog.msabrookhaven.org\/literary\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/23922\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":23924,"href":"https:\/\/blog.msabrookhaven.org\/literary\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/23922\/revisions\/23924"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/blog.msabrookhaven.org\/literary\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=23922"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/blog.msabrookhaven.org\/literary\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=23922"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/blog.msabrookhaven.org\/literary\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=23922"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}