The dagger was in her chest. It was a recurring dream and the pain was unbearable.
The last thing she wanted was something to draw her out of her sleep. Every pain was like a nightmare coming to life. It was so real that sometimes all she wanted to do was scream but she couldn't because she was in a state of paralysis most of the time.
She growled out, her vision still blurred out a lot of things. She blinked when a whisper distracted her from a distance.
"Who is there?" Verna called out but her voice echoed back to her. She could see through the night but no one was there. She was sure of it. Verna pushed against the door that blocked her from the hallway, she stared into the dark but no one was there.
"I know someone is out there, I can feel your presence. Come out before I spot you by myself." Verna commanded, waiting for a response but silence was her response. The aura felt strange, there was a novelty to it. Something similar to what she has, the gift she carried inside of her.
Verna was still trying to get a hang of her gift, she was a stranger to herself. The last thing she wanted was someone coming to drag her out of hiding. She heard footsteps coming close to her but she . She didn't move an inch waiting for the intruder to reveal himself. She closed her eyes as the gush of wind brushed her skin.
"You are one of a kind. I was expecting you to fret but you stood still." The hoarse voice interrupted the deafening silence. She opened her eyes to see who it was. A stranger, an Intruder talking to her like he knew her.
He was dressed in blue. He was different, unlike every mortal that existed, he was leaning against the wall folding his hands with a smug smile. Verna reached out for the dagger hidden at her back ever since she knew the number of enemies she had, she'd always slept with her dagger glued to her chest because nowhere was safe for her.
This man had his hair over his face but was distracted by his different colour of eyes. The right eye was grey, the other was blue.
"Who are you?"
"Ouch" He feigned being hurt. "I thought I would be popular by now."
"That doesn't answer my question." She growled.
"I am Sage. They call me the unseen but I have been watching you. You have developed so many enemies over the years. Running from one pack to the other."
"You do not know me."
"Funny enough, I do. Verna, the immortal of pain. You have been using that to piss off a lot of people. Now, they want you dead."
Verna buried her emotions, this man was probably one of those sent to kill her. "I'm not an immortal."
He chuckled. Verna's ignorance amused him but something was underneath that fire she carried and he intended to find out.
"Oh, dear! You are and I'm here to stop you from doing more damage." Verna traced her steps backwards, tightening her grip on the dagger.
"You can't kill me."
"I have no intention of killing you. I'm taking you to the prison of scorn. There, Azrael would be thrilled to have you."
Sage threw a small knife out of no where until it pierced her heart. She lost her balance as darkness swarmed over her.