Chapter ThreeA Chapter by C. M. OrtegaCHAPTER
THREE
THE MOON WAS HIGH in the cloudless sky, illuminating
the ground below. It was the perfect night for an escape. Alison finally donned
her dark green cloak, strapped her boots and pulled up her hood. She had
carefully chosen her outfit to allow her to easily blend into the night.
Grabbing her pack, she walked to her door, moving the chair aside and peeking
into the hall. Her pulse picked up as adrenaline coursed through her.
Without a sound, she let herself into the hall. Her eyes darted around as her
ears strained, but the only sounds to be heard were the sounds of heavy, sleepy
breathing. She tiptoed past her uncle’s bedroom, then past James’
guest room to the stairs. She swallowed hard as she stepped down the first
step, then the second. The fifth step creaked and she froze. Her eyes were
glued to the top of the stairs, waiting for her uncle to burst out of his room
and catch her. Seconds ticked by into eternity. Jackson didn’t come
out. Alison took a deep breath and continued down. The
servants slept at the back of the house, around the kitchen. She would have to
be very careful now. She doubted they were as heavy sleepers as her uncle. She
hurried through the halls, barely hearing the sound of the light padding of her
own feet over the drumming of her heart in her ears. She opened the kitchen
door and to her relief everything was quiet. The moon shone through the window, lighting her way.
Setting her pack on the floor, she opened a few cabinets, grabbing things she
thought she would need. She took a whole loaf of bread and wrapped it in a
cloth. She also grabbed some fruit and some dried meat they had. Her pack bulged with the added food, but still she
shoved more; who knew when she could get more. Now, she had one final stop. She
slipped out the kitchen and tiptoed to her uncle’s study. To her surprise, the
door was open, but she had a problem. The key! She had completely forgotten it
in her haste to get out of the house before she was caught. The key was always
to be found on a string around her uncle’s neck. She mentally chided herself. However she decided to
make sure the key was even needed. Setting her pack down, she went to his large
oak desk. Her luck ran out here; the desk was indeed locked. She jiggled it
roughly but it held fast. She had no idea how to get it open without the key
and she was wasting too much time. She needed those papers. She grabbed a letter-opener that was displayed on
Jackson’s desk; it looked like a small double-sided knife. Perfect! Gripping it, she let herself back into the
hallway and back up the stairs. She skipped the fifth step from the top and
hurried to her uncle’s room. Before opening the door, she steadied herself with
a breath. Thank goodness none of the hinges squeaked. The room was nearly pitch-black and she was forced to
give her eyes time to adjust. Then she saw him, her uncle’s sleeping form in
his enormous bed. She palmed the letter-opener and crept forward. Normally, she wasn’t a violent person; but the thought
of waking him up with a knife to his throat sounded appealing for a moment.
She’d demand that Jackson call off the arranged marriage. But he would probably
have her arrested as soon as he got the chance. Besides, she could never go
through with it, violence wasn’t in her nature. She reached the bed, staring down at his sleeping
form. He had a slight snore to his breathing. The tension between her shoulders
lessened; his breathing meant he was sleeping deeply. His arm was strewn over
his eyes, while the blankets were pulled up to his chin. She leaned closer, eyeing the simple string he kept
his key on. She gently pealed the blankets back and her tongue flicked over her
dry lips in concentration. Her breath froze in her lungs as she reached across
his form and took the string between her trembling fingers. Very gently, she worked
the string until the key peeked out from under his shirt. On the count of
three, she tried to slice the string, hoping the sound didn’t wake Jackson; but
the letter-opener wasn’t sharp. Gripping the string tighter and praying it
would work, she pulled the letter-opener with enough force to jerk free the
key. He snorted slightly, but slept on. She took a slow
breath and pulled the key until it was off the string. With a sigh of relief,
she palmed the key and the letter-opener and turned quickly to leave. In the
process, her foot caught the rug and she was sent flying. The letter-opener
skidded across the floor and she fell with an “oof!”. She clamped her mouth shut and held herself still.
When she slowly turned her head, Jackson was sitting up in bed, his eyes
darting around the dark room. It took her a second to realize that he couldn’t
see her. Her forest green cloak was covering her well, so she remained as still
as possible. He looked around again, finally relaxing and laying
back down. She stayed where she was for a whole ten minutes. As soon as his
snores filled the air, Alison dared to move. The key had made an imprint in her
bandaged hand from how tightly she had held it. Making her way to the door, she
made sure to keep low to the ground and with one last glance at her uncle, she
slipped into the hallway. Finally able to breathe freely, she took a deep breath
to steady her shaky nerves. That was much too close. The longer she stayed in
the house, the more she felt as though she were going to be caught. So, she
hurried down the stairs, skipping the fifth and nearly running to her uncle’s
office. She jammed the key into the oak desk and tore open the
drawer. Many papers lay inside. She shuffled through a few of them, but she was
growing very anxious. So she took all of them, shoving them in her already full
pack. She didn’t bother to shut and lock the drawer, when Jackson woke up, he
would find her missing. Then he would discover the missing key. She wished she
could see his face. She secured her pack over her shoulder and crept
through the halls to the back door. Stepping out into the cool night air, she
found that the guards her uncle had set up were all posted in the front, below
her window. She smiled at her luck as the moon shone the way to the woods.
Tonight was the beginning of a new life for her. Alison closed the door to the manor and without a
backward glance, she stepped into the trees.
The canopy of trees blocked most of the moonlight;
however, Alison still managed to make her way through the woods. She picked her
way over branches and through bushes. Growing accustomed to the dark, her
nerves made her move quickly, putting as much distance between the manor and
herself as possible. Though her pack was heavy, she didn’t mind because inside
she had everything she needed for her new life.
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JET-BLACK EYES CAUGHT A hint of movement through the
trees. The creature slinked forward, its dark skin blending perfectly into its
surroundings. Alison, not knowing that she was being watched, let
her pack rest on the ground as she leaned against a tree trunk trying to catch
her breath. A second creature joined the first, peering around at
the resting girl. “Qwessannsssa badeaaaa essss raaaaaa,” one hissed to the
other. Without pausing, the new arrival took off into the trees, a blur of gray
and a gentle rustle of leaves. It easily leapt over logs and skidded past trees,
rushing to a strange rock face covered in a thick tangle of moss and vines. It slipped
through a well hidden opening and entered a series of caves. With extraordinary
eyesight, it navigated through the shadows until it arrived at a large iron
gate. The ornate gate stood taller than five men and was quite impressive with
carvings of the history of a strange race upon it. The gate opened at once for the creature and it lost
no time rushing into an underground city, searching for its master.
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ALISON FOUGHT OFF SLEEP, she had been traveling for
well over an hour with the heavy pack. She pushed herself up from the trunk,
forcing herself to keep walking. Her healing fingers circled the strap of her
pack and slung it over her shoulder once more. She had only walked a few feet
when she caught a blur out of the corner of her eye. She studied the trees, but
couldn’t find anything. With a shrug, she shook off the feeling of paranoia and
continued through the dark. Another movement; her head snapped to follow it.
Through the dark she could barely make out the forms of the trees and shrubs.
Then she swore she saw something. Staring harder, her eyes made out the
silhouette of a skinny body and eyes as dark as the night around them, staring
back at her. For a moment, she thought her eyes were playing tricks on her and
then it crept closer and she gasped. Without another thought, she took off into the trees.
A strange hissing sounded from behind her, but she didn’t dare look back. She
dodged trees, holding her pack close so it wouldn’t bounce and slow her down as
she ran. Her cloak billowed behind her. What is that? She thought as she ran in fear. She heard more hissing and finally glanced back,
wishing she hadn’t. Her heart leapt into her throat as she spotted, not one,
but three creatures chasing her, and gaining. She screamed and dodged to the
right, hoping to throw them off her trail. They stayed right with her. Her foot caught a root hidden by the underbrush, and
she stumbled, dropping her bag. Their hisses grew louder and she scrambled up,
running for her life. She knew she needed the bag, but she needed to get
away first. Again, she changed direction, diving behind a tree before they
could see her. Despite the terrible burning in her lungs, she held her breath;
her heart beating wildly in her chest as they ran past, not seeing her. For the
second time that night, she thanked her green cloak. As soon as they were far enough away, she ran the
other way, backtracking to find her pack. However, as she spun and looked at
the trees, she found that she was helplessly lost. The woods looked completely
different in the dark and her mind was so frantic it refused to register where
she was. The creatures had more than likely realized they were chasing nothing.
If only she could buy herself a moment to think then she could figure out where
she was. Before she went any farther, she spotted a tree that she could easily
climb and hoisted herself up, wrapping her cloak around her. Her whole body was quivering from the amount of
adrenaline rushing through her system. Suddenly, an unexpected silence settled
over the woods and Alison knew they were coming. Seconds later, a flash of gray passed below the tree.
Her eyes widened in fear. It scared her more that she could not see what was
chasing her. A few more blurs went by and she desperately began to study her
surroundings; she needed to get out of here. Too soon, they returned to the tree. How do they
know where I am? She thought. She silently curled her legs into her chest,
making herself smaller against the trunk. They circled back a few times, each
time growing closer to the tree as they searched. Finally, one stopped below
her tree, lifting its head in a strange up and down motion. After a moment, she
realized that it was sniffing the air. The blood in her veins ran cold as she stared at it.
It seemed as if time had slowed down as she watched as it lifted its head more,
its pitch black eyes finally taking her in. Its mouth opened in a strange hiss
at its discovery. She had to act fast, or be eaten by the creature. So, she did
the first thing that came to mind and jumped out of the tree, aiming for the
beast. She felt its body crumble under hers. Recovering
quickly, she ran into the forest before the others could catch her. They were
faster than she thought. They found the unconscious creature and shrieked in
anger. Alison pushed herself, her muscles burned, but she ran on, not knowing
where she was going. She never should have left the manor. She didn’t even know
where her bag was. Never had she felt so lost, only driven by the need to
survive. She heard an angry shriek not too far behind her and
turned her head. The other two were making their way through the trees,
quickly. Her breath was coming in gasps, but she ignored it. They were getting
closer; she could hear them right behind her now. She glanced over her shoulder again, and found that
there was only one now. Where is the other one? She wondered. Had she
outrun it? She didn’t have too much time to ponder, because the one behind her
had a sudden burst of speed and touched her. A new shot of adrenaline raced through her. She pulled
ahead, if only by a few feet. Then the creature that had gone missing suddenly
appeared in the trees ahead of her. She screamed and swerved, nearly running
into a tree in her haste. Again one fell behind, but the one that had touched
her caught up to her easily, but not grabbing her. It almost seemed as if they
were toying with her. The moon broke through the trees ahead; she bolted
full speed toward the clearing, registering somewhere in her adrenaline soaked
mind that this place looked familiar. The creature hissed behind her, grazing
her again. She could feel its warm fingers on her shoulder. Stop! Her
mind screamed as it suddenly realized what was ahead. Then her eyes widened in
fear, they were approaching a cliff, very quickly. She tried to stop, but the
dirt and leaves beneath her did nothing for traction. Her scream pierced the night as her feet fell out from
under her, her injured hands flailing for something to hold onto. The creature
behind her slipped too and hissed, spotting the ravine too late. It stumbled
over Alison, trying to grab onto her to stop its fall. Alison’s fingers dug into the dirt, desperately trying
to find purchase and stop from going over the edge. Then finally, her hand
surrounded a root. She grabbed it for dear life. Her already wounded hand
scrapped along the hard root causing her to grit her teeth against the pain.
The creature’s fingers gripped her ankle and jerked to a stop. A surge of
extraordinary pain shot through her body. She screamed and kicked frantically,
breaking the weak hold and sending the creature careening head over heels down
into the ravine. Her heart was racing wildly as she pulled herself over
the cliff, using the root. Her waist was dangling over the edge and her muscles
bulged with effort as she pulled herself out, coughing up leaves and dirt. Once she was safe, she dared a glance down the deep
ravine. The creature was sprawled over the sharp rocks at the bottom, eerily
still in the moonlight. She pushed herself too her knees, her body fatigued
from all the running, her adrenaline dwindling. Alison used the tree as a brace
to stand and gasped in pain, her leg nearly buckling beneath her. Somehow, she
had broken her ankle. She slowly put weight on it, testing, and she buckled. She hobbled a few feet; if she had to travel at this
rate, she would never get far enough from the manor before her uncle noticed
that she was missing, and she couldn’t outrun those creatures. They would find
her. Most of the bandages had been torn off during her fall
and her cuts reopened. She curled and stretched her fingers, wincing in pain.
This escape was not going as planned, at all. Tears stung her eyes, but she fought them with all the
strength she had left. Now was not the time to be overwhelmed, she needed to
get herself to safety. She pushed herself on, hopping mostly on one foot, she
headed toward a thick of trees and bushes. Ignoring the sharp pain coming from
her hands every time she grabbed a branch, she used the trees for a brace. She
figured the other creature wouldn’t find her in the dense mess and she could
blend in well enough. Too soon, she heard a mournful wail that chilled her
to the bone. She assumed that the other creature had found the body of its
friend in the ravine. She pushed herself onward as quickly as she could manage,
which wasn’t very fast. Again, she underestimated her pursuers. Within
minutes, she heard the rustle of leaves underfoot and tried not to whimper. In
this state, she stood no chance against them. Her eyes scanned the forest
floor, spotting a nice sized branch broken from the tree. She held the branch
like a weapon, her eyes darting around. Hissing sounded at her side. She
turned, swinging her stick and only managing to get it momentarily tangled in
the mass of bushes around her. Nothing was there. More hissing behind her. She
swung wildly, but only hit tree branches. Her throat was dry with fear as she stopped to listen.
Soft padding of feet sounded to her left. Before the creature could even hiss,
she swung and turned. It ducked just in time, hissing angrily at her. Her eyes grew wide as she got her first good look at
one of the creatures up close. It was slightly shorter than she was. Its skin
was almost black. There was a strange hump on its left shoulder and it had an
enlarged left arm. Three fingers on each hand, one ear larger than the other,
and eyes as black as the night sky completed the most terrifying beast she‘d
ever seen. It looked so awkward. She was surprised that it could run so fast. After her quick perusal, she brandished her weapon
again. The creature opened its mouth, revealing tiny sharp teeth and a strange
forked tongue. It hissed, its mouth opening wider. Before she could bring her
stick down on top of it; the creature spit on her. The strange slime landed on
her face, covering her nose and mouth. She dropped the stick, screaming.
However, the sound was muffled by the slime that was quickly beginning to
harden. She tried to suck in a breath, but could barely get
air. What she sucked in was a strange sulfur smell. Almost instantly, she began
to feel lightheaded. Her fingers tried desperately to rip at the hardened
substance, but it held fast. Her lightheadedness caused her to sway on her feet.
The creature just watched her. Her eyes felt heavy, but she knew that she
couldn’t fall asleep because that monster would eat her. Nevertheless, she collapsed to her knees, suffocating.
Her lungs begged for air and her eyes watered. She crumbled to her hands and
knees, steadily losing her strength. The world around her began to bloom with
white spots. She clutched her throat, fighting, but the substance won. She fell
to the forest floor in a heap, searing white overtaking her and her last ounce
of strength. Her eyes closed.
The ground under her seemed to be shaking, waking her
from her slumber. Her eyes fluttered open and what she saw made her frown in
confusion. It was dark, darker than the forest should be. She tried to fight
the fog clinging in her mind and remember what had happened to her, but for the
life of her, she couldn’t recall. She moved to rub her eyes, only to find that
her hands were bound and connected to a rope that also bound her feet. Now she
looked around wildly, only to find that she was being carried over a creatures
shoulder. Then it hit her; the chase, the ravine, the pain, the weird slime;
she remembered everything. Her heart leapt as she began to struggle. The creature
turned its black eyes to her, making strange hissing sounds as its arms
tightened around her. She tried to scream, but the slime was still covering her
mouth, a portion of it had been removed from her nose so that she could
breathe. If it wants to eat me, why did it let me live? She wasn’t planning on sticking around to find out.
She struggled more, flailing her bound legs and sucking in a quick breath of
pain because of her ankle. The creature continued forward and after a few
minutes, she could see a light over his shoulder. Her eyes widened as they took
in two large iron doors covered in complex golden carvings and in the center
shone a crest. She didn’t have very much time to study it, because the gate
began to open. Where is it taking me? Her mind screamed. The creature
continued to tighten its hold on her, squeezing the life out of her. She growled and tried to kick it with her good leg;
however, as if sensing her weakness, it grabbed her broken ankle. She screamed
in pain, no sound making it through the slime covering her mouth. Her captor
got what it wanted; she lay limp and stopped struggling. Now she could see the doors closing her in; a huge log
pushed by four creatures, sliding into place to lock it. She was surrounded. They made their way through another cave then entered
a cavern larger than any she’d ever seen. Her captor began to descend a long
flight of stairs carved right into the rock face. The stairs lined the cave
wall all the way to the bottom. Alison swung her body in a desperate attempt to see
where they were going. What she saw made her question her sanity; glittering
lights filled what looked to be houses. It seemed that a whole world resided in
the cavern. Houses that seemed carved from rock were scattered
around the cavern, each big enough to house a family of five or six. The cavern
went deeper and deeper. It seemed impossible that something so big could exist
without being detected. The creature shifted her to lie more comfortably on
its shoulder and grunted. Lanterns were lit between a few houses, casting an
eerie light. The “road” they were now walking on was made of packed dirt. As
they passed houses, she spotted odd plants; they looked like bushes; however,
they were giving off almost a greenish glow. As she looked around, she noticed that, in fact, almost every plant was glowing, some brighter
than others. Then she realized that the cavern actually had no true source of
light, but the glowing gave enough light to see by. Where am I? She wondered. There were many forms of…people?
She looked closer. They weren’t people, but more creatures. They were standing
by their houses, as if they had come out to see her. Alison’s bravery began to dwindle as she noticed that
the number of creatures continued to grow. She had to figure out a way to get
out of this crazy place. How can a place like this even exist? She wondered. How could there be
creatures here that no one knew about? She figured she was in a mountain of
some sort or underground because the pressure around her had changed and her
ears ached as though they had popped. The creature had stopped and was speaking to someone…or
something was more like it. Alison tried to bend her body to see what was going
on, but her captor merely gripped her tighter. She gasped in pain as it
resorted to squeezing her ankle, again. Then they were on the move. For the second time, tears
threatened to fall. She fought them back, knowing that her tears were the only
thing she could control at the moment. More creatures gawked at her. Eventually
she closed her eyes, trying to shut out everything that was going on around
her. This is all a dream. I must have fallen and hit my head, she tried
to reason with herself, but the throbbing in her ankle assured her that this
was painfully real. A chill swept through her as she tried not to imagine
the things they would do to her. Perhaps they would eat her, or sacrifice her
to their deity. Perhaps they would feed her to a bigger monster. Her future
looked bleak either way. The outlandish hissing surrounded her. That must be
their language, she realized. Suddenly everything stopped. The creature
holding her spoke to another. Alison tried more desperately to look at what was
happening, but the creature squeezed her again. She moaned in pain, the sound
muffled against her gag. A voice sharp with authority was heard, causing Alison
to pause. Suddenly, her captor dragged her off its shoulder, setting her on the
ground. She tried to run the second her feet touched down, but her bad ankle
caused her to buckle. The beast picked her up, hissing under its breath at her,
facing another creature that was walking toward them. Alison’s eyes widened as the tall creature stood
before her. Its endless black eyes seemed to study her face before reaching up
its four-fingered hand and pushed her hair back to get a good look at her face.
As if snapped out of a stupor, Alison sucked in a deep breath and screamed into
her gag. The tall one hissed softly, now touching her with its
other four-fingered hand. She screamed more, trying to get away. Suddenly its
hands were on either side of her head, stilling her. Her eyes bulged in horror
as what appeared to be a soft blue light raced down its arms and to its hands,
engulfing Alison in warmth. Instantly her eyes grew heavy and closed as she
collapsed and drifted into oblivion. © 2013 C. M. OrtegaAuthor's Note
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StatsAuthorC. M. OrtegaProvo, UTAboutI am definitely a people person who loves to laugh and create new things. My mind is always running and sometimes my characters take over the writing process, but that's what makes it fun. I'm definit.. more..Writing
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