The Purple Daisy

*First short story I've written in a while so bare with me! It's a rather dark topic so if anyone thinks I've done the rating wrong please say!*
For the Reincarnation competition. Occasional strong language.
Demons are parasites, latching onto souls throughout the centuries. Angels are here to rid the world of these demons, but at a price for humanity.


5. Chapter 5

I jump up and swing around Red. I zig zag around the table in hopes it would put off the guard at the door.

My hopes were wrong.

The man stops playing with the dust and grabs me, arms tied back tight behind me. He turns me around from the door. I squeeze my eyes shut and the whimpering returns.

“Let me go… I don’t want this.”

Red stands back, arms folded across his chest, his face stern, “You might not. But this is what your soul wants. We will help you listen to your soul.”

“It’s not my soul! I’m not a… not a destroying person! I’m not going to forget my family and I’m not going to forget my life. Get this… parasitic soul thing out of me and you can have it for yourself.”

“The soul is bonded to you. You don’t understand…”

“I don’t want to understand!”

Red sighs. Closing his eyes, he puts his hands together and presses his fingertips to his lips.

I sag into the man’s grip. My tears fall to the ground.

“There’s no time for niceness now. One day you will understand what your soul means to us. You will do as you’re told and you will help us control humanity. We will leave now.”

My mouth gapes open. The man holding me gives a firm nod and manoeuvres me around to the door. What little energy I can muster, I try and struggle. I know it’s no use, but I won’t just give up. I can’t.

Red opens the door, not looking at me again.

Ahead of us, the sunrise reflects off pools of blood staining the grass.

The three men at the door now lay dead, limbs at awkward angles, eyes black and empty.

A dozen men and women dressed in suits stand poised, intricate crossbows with glowing bolt arrows pointed straight at the door.

For the first time, Red has a look of fear slapped on his face.

 “There are only you two left now. If you give up to us we might have mercy.” The tallest man of the group takes a step forward towards us. He looks only at Red. He doesn’t lower his crossbow.

I can feel the man holding me shake against my body, but his arms remained locked around me. My breathing is jagged.


The man starts again, “Give up. Or you will end up like your friends. Your cause is lost.”

I want nothing more than to break free and run.

“The girl doesn’t want to come with you. She wants to be free.” Red hisses, but he doesn’t move an inch.

“It doesn’t look like she wants to go with you either.” A woman pipes up behind the man in the group. Slowly, she takes a few steps forward, still behind the leader. She looks at me.

I wanted to shake my head. I didn’t think I had shaken my head, but the woman has eyes swimming with pity, her face relaxed unlike the rest.

I think she understands…

I pray she understands…

I’m thrown forward. I stumble headfirst and down onto my knees. I yelp at the shock and the pain radiating over my kneecaps.

A blast of air rushes over me. There’s a bang, and if I’d ever heard a gunshot before, I would’ve assumed it was from a gun. My eyes squeeze shut so tight I see stars.

When I open them again, a giant wall of feathers blocks me from the man who had held me.

As soon as I had looked, the wing disappears again, merging in with the leader’s suit as if it wasn’t even there.

The man’s body, the one that had been holding me, lies limp on the floor, face down, a hole straight through his back bleeding out. I want to close my eyes again, but for some reason I can’t stop gawking. His gun lies flung to the side. I gulp and feel the tears forming again.

Another bang, but a slightly different tone to the gunshot, and my eyes fly to my left. Red screeches as his leg pulses blood into a puddle beneath him. Even with his leg at an awkward angle, he’s still trying to crawl away from the suited people that stand over him.

“And now there was one.” The leader mumbles under his breath, glaring at the crumbled mess of Red on the floor.  

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