Promo # 1: Fin Esili

             Now Fin knew two things for sure. One, this diva, or Terra person was out of her blanking mind! “Overseer of Earthly creation”, she had to have gone bonkers. Two, he had to get out of here before he was killed, or worse, before he caught what she had. He had to think of a way to get out of here with his life and his sanity. He knew without a doubt that he would have to use words to do it. He stared at the knife that she now held so keenly by her side. Somehow he knew that she knew how to use it. He decided to ask as many questions as he could to get her relaxed so he could find a way to escape.

          “What do you mean? What do you want from me?” She grabbed him by the shirt quicker than he could blink, and lifted him a foot in the air. She had a disgusted sneer on her face. It made Fin sick to his stomach. No one had ever looked at him that way.

          “Do you think I am a fool mortal? I can read your mind as well as I could cut your throat. Oh, just so you know, if I had things my way I would have cut your throat before the day you were born.” She took her knife and put it to his throat. “I could do it right now. It would be so easy, and only a few people would miss you.” Fear shot through Fin’s whole being, but at the same time he felt outraged at this woman.

 Who did she think she was? Why would she hate him so much? He had never seen her face in his life, and yet she wanted to cut his throat. He had to focus on getting out of this alive. He had no idea who or what this woman was, but he knew she would like him better dead with his blood flowing then alive. He was shaking now. From head to toe, and he couldn’t stop it if he wanted to. He felt ashamed, but he had never been so scared in his life. Terra laughed. It was loud and spiteful, and her eyes said that she was enjoying every moment of this.

          “Why are you doing this?” He asked, trying hard not to choke on his words. She threw him to the ground again. She took something black from her pocket, and held it out for him to see. He instantly froze, the shiver that had taken him over moments before extinguished. She had a black flame in her hand, and she slowly started to walk toward him. He backed away, and tried to turn to get and run away. That’s how he thought it would turn out, and it’s probably how it should have went down. However, something cold started to crawl through his body. It felt like super glue had been injected through his body. He couldn’t move an inch.

          “Don’t struggle. I cannot kill you but if you make this any harder than it has to be, I’ll make this the worst experience that you’ve ever had in your life. Don’t struggle.” He stood there unable to move, unable to speak, and barely breathing. What was about to happen to him? When he looked again her face was so close to her they were almost touching. Then she forced the flame she had in her hand down his throat. He gagged and choked as the flame burned his throat, and felt his vision blur. He was losing his consciousness fast; either that or he was dying the horrible death he had been promised. His whole life flashed before his eyes, and one regret made itself bigger than any one of his memories. Angelica’s smile as he danced with her, and the conversation they had before he left in a rush. If only he had gotten a kiss from her, or at least told her that he loved her. Death had made everything so clear in his mind, and he almost smiled at the irony of it before he shut his eyes one more time.