• Her feet hit the abandoned pavement. The night air suffocating her, its so cold so unfamiliar that she couldn’t breathe. Her body wasn’t used to it, she stopped to slow her heart. The wind blew her brown hair into her face and that’s when she saw it. It looked so common, nothing about it was unusual, but she could feel it. Her blood pressure rose and the house stood before her, whole, undamaged like the others. Then, then there was a voice. It was calling to her, the sweetest sound she had ever heard. For it wasn’t a plea or a cry for help, it was more than that. A calling it was so tempting it guided her to this house. And now, that she was here, she could feel the aura of this presents. The house itself was wide towering above her. She took a step towards the path leading to the door. A wind picked up trying to stop her, but the voice…it was so appealing. She took another and when she looked up she was inside it. But the inside looked destroyed. Tables and chairs where nothing but piles of wood, steps to the second floor were half gone and the walls looked like someone hit them with a sludge hammer over and over again. An icy feeling came over her and she couldn’t move. Her feet where plastered to the wooden floor. She heard the voice again but it wasn’t tempting or innocent, it was brutal. It was full of hatred and revenge. And in a piercing scream it said “YOU ARE MINE!”
    Her breathing got heavier as she looked into total darkness. “It was just a dream” she whispered. Looking out her window she saw the moon gaze upon her. The silhouette of her bed took up half the wall. That feeling, the presence, she knew it wasn’t just a dream. She moved the hair out of her face and wiped her forehead. The cot she was sleeping on, she called a bed, was placed against the corner. Dirty cement covered with an old rug was the centerpiece of the room. She didn’t much care for what she wore since she couldn’t really see if it looked good on her. Mirrors were not allowed, at least she was told they were not allowed. Karen, her friend and care taker said something about them capturing your soul. Then again she always thought Karen was a bit crazy but who is to argue she was right about all the other things. She pushed herself to her feet and took a couple of seconds to breathe. Trinity didn’t know who she was, she didn’t know how she came to be in this world. Funny thing is people say she was beautiful, but how can she be beautiful? A question that often popped into her head.
    The long shirt she wore for a PJ came down to her mid-thigh and the night air felt cool on her bare legs. She opened the rusty door out into the long corridor and made her way to the balcony. Once a glass sliding door, just a frame now, stood before her. Fresh air filled her lungs and she closed her eyes and drew in this moment. Its one of the few where she could relax, be herself if you want to call it that. Nothing in this world was normal. Every where you turn, its always darkness, never ending screams of torture. When she was little she remembered Karen telling her about her mother. She said she was beautiful but she had scars all over her hands. When Trinity asked her what happened Karen just smiled and said “it was her love for you.” Trinity didn’t understand at that time but her mother saved her from a Bringer. It lit their home on fire and while Trinity was still a baby, her mother risked her life to get her out of her burning crib into safety.
    Trinity was sixteen now, short brown hair, deep blue set of eyes and the gift to sense Bringers. Gift, funny Karen called it that. Trinity found it more of a curse because where ever there was a Bringer you knew there would be an innocent life taken away. I guess in a way she did help those innocent souls find there comfort, they were guided by her voice into the other world. Bringers didn’t like that, she knew, Karen knew. God knows how many times she was close to being burned to death and having her soul be part of the Bringers collection, but for some reason they couldn’t harm her. It was like someone, or something was watching her, protecting her. And as she stood looking out onto what once was a great city, now lay in ruins. She heard of a world beyond this one that still remained whole, where people still had smiles and not despair on their faces.
    “Couldn’t sleep?” the familiar voice said calmly.
    Trinity turned around with surprise. Her heart raced a bit faster and her cheeks burned.
    “Its….I just had that dream again” she answered.
    He walked to the edge of the balcony and leaned over the rail.
    “You know Trinity you should be careful, its unsafe for someone like you.”
    His features were so finely chiseled, he had this seriousness to his face nonetheless you could see gentleness in the way he talked and the way his eyes met hers. Oh and his eyes! Emerald green with a golden brown tint. She could feel herself getting lost in his words.
    “Blake?”
    He turned his gaze away from the ruins and looked at her.
    “Yeah?”
    The way he said it made her almost forget her worries.
    “I don’t understand what happened to this place, its so horrible, why are we forced to live in a place when we can just go to the other side?”
    A smile grew on his lips “You know that’s not possible”
    “Why isn’t it?” she clasped her hands together.
    “You know we can, all we have to do is find the portal and…”
    He roughly grabbed her by the shoulders and looked her in the eyes.
    “Trinity listen to me, you have to get those childish thoughts out of your head, you understand?”
    Her whole body felt like led now, she was trying to hold back the tears that were coming. Blake let her go and walked back to the rail.
    “You…you don’t have to live with the pain that I do” she managed to say. Her eyes getting blurry from sadness.
    “Your not the one afraid to go to sleep because all you see in your dreams are souls screaming. They are screaming Blake! And half the time I don’t know what to do.”
    Her voice got muffled in the mix of tears as her legs gave out and she slowly sank to the floor.
    “I don’t want to be stuck here anymore…”
    He lifted her chin slowly and tilted his head.
    “I’m sorry ok?”
    She couldn’t hold back and she hugged him tightly. His body warm against her gave her strength. She knew she was acting childish. Going to the other world would cause terror. It would throw off balance. This world was created so the other world could be created. This one was the dark and that one was the light.
    “Even if there was a way” he said gently, “the Bringers would find that portal, they will do to that world what they did to this one.”
    Suddenly there was a spark. Something in her mind clicked.
    “Blake? My dream.”
    Confusion grew on his face as he helped her get up.
    “What about it?”
    “They already found the portal…”
    “What?” His face grew back to that strictness as he shook his face.
    “That’s impossible, for them to do something like that they’ll need a sacrifice, and not just anyone it must be someone great.”
    She reached over and placed her hand on his shoulder. Trinity didn’t have to say much, he could read it from her face.
    “I’m their sacrifice Blake.” For an unknown reason she smiled.
    “And I never said they opened the portal, all I said is that they found it and they need me to open it for them.”
    There was wildness in his eyes this disbelieve to what he was hearing.
    She reached up and slowly kissed him.
    “Promise me something” she whispered.
    He was in shock to hear this.
    “If I do get tricked into going to that house….please…kill me.”