Background: Alright
so I usually refrain from writing in a male third-person perspective
simply because I am female but anyway... To me the title of this
short story is a bit of a pun because not only is the main character
viewing life from a different perspective but I am also, as an
author. Dimitri is the main character's name, because I've always
loved that name but never really had a large part in my novel
writing. It was also rather freaky writing this late at night, whilst
the neighbour's dog howled like a wolf. So without further ado, I
introduce Dimitri.
Short Story #11 - A Different Perspective
He
stood in a pool of blood. It wasn't usually this bad but the wolfen
had pulled out the enforcements this time. The bar looked like a
slaughterhouse, disfigured limbs in every direction. Dimitri's boots
stepped carefully through the macabre scene but still crunched as he
moved, bone fragments scattered around. No, they'd gone way too far.
Dimitri
crouched down, grabbing a small ring that had fallen in the crowd's
haste; he stiffened as he recognized the small piece of jewellery. He
would recognize that ring anywhere. He clenched his fingers around
the silver and pearl band, pain coursing through his body as he tried
to deny her death. Lyli was so innocent, so human; she was the only
person who he confided in. To think that she was gone...
Lighting
swung overhead still, casting flickering lights through the room.
Other hunters were scavenging through, looking for survivors but
knowing there wouldn't be any. Head aching, Dimitri walked outside
and breathed in the not-so-clean city air. His back pressed against
the car door, cyan eyes staring blankly at the stars above. She
couldn't be dead, she just couldn't...
Nearby
the darkened alley where the trash cans were kept rattled and he
moved into a defensive position, eyes fixed with both hands readying
the gun that sat in his holster. The shadows moved, his eyes
adjusting to the lack of light and the bulking outline of a wolfen
came into view. He clicked the safety off but faultered, wondering
why the midnight black creature wasn't attacking him.
Moments
passed, his eyes watching the blue-black fur of the animal until it
shifted to its human form. He noticed her eyes first, taking in the
hazel eyes flecked with green and teal lined with smudged black
eyeliner. Her favourite silver party dress seemed to replace the fur,
torn and revealing too much pale skin; long blue-black hair to her
waist and a single trail of blood emerged from the corner of her
mouth.
In her
hands was the corpse of a baby, its body shredded and its face caught
in an eternal scream. Lyli gently placed the baby aside, running
toward Dimitri with arms wide. He raised the gun an inch but when she
didn't attack he switched the safety on, shoving it in his holster
before flinging his arms around her. She wasn't thin as a twig,
always the same curvy girl he'd first seen in that dingy old diner.
“They
changed me,” she sobbed into his shoulder, her soft hands clenching
around fistfuls of his shirt. “They captured me and forced me to
kill the baby. I'm sorry. I'm so sorry!” Dimitri moved slowly,
reaching with only one hand. “I'm so, so sorry!” she continued.
“As
am I,” he said quietly, looking down at her with sad eyes as she
pulled away. She gasped, sobbing hard as he pulled the knife away,
blood on its edge. They both collapsed to the ground, cradling each
other as blood spilled over the ground. “I love you,” he
whispered, shutting his eyes. A single tear trailed down his cheek
and he knew, in a way, they would both die.
The
last thing he felt as he bled out was the soft pressure of her lips
against his, the world fading to nothingness.
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