Taken

Next chapter in the Makenzie series

As Makenzie fought with herself to scream, she found that her throat was suddenly dry. No matter how hard she struggled for an audible screech of some degree, her throat never gave way. To add to the uncanniness, the night that had been like winter in July suddenly turned unbearably hot. Makenzie's cotton pajamas felt as if they were scorching her body and sweat began to form on her back and chest.

 

Makenzie pushed her thick blanket off and pushed it to the end of her bed using her feet. She thought for a minute on what she was going to do before reluctantly getting out of her bed and starting her way to her dresser to change.

 

When Makenzie walked past the window, she paused. The scraping that had had her so immensely terrified five minutes before had stopped. She figured that who ever it was had gotten tired of trying to attract her and had gone home. She walked back and threw the window open before continuing on her small adventure to the oak dresser.

 

After she had dawned on a dark green tank top and dark blue sport shorts, Makenzie walked back to her appealing bed. She grabbed a thin cotton sheet to protect herself from the unwanted attack of any mosquitoes that might make their way through her open window. As she was lying on her back, a wave of calmness surged through her mind.

 

The sudden calmness was blown away when Makenzie heard the unmistakable sound of footsteps on her maple floor.

 

Again it was a fight to scream. She tried to rub her throat only to find her body had gone rigid. No matter the order she gave her body to move, it was ignored.

 

"Oh my god," she thought, "It's a serial killer and I'm gunna die!"

 

When the footsteps reached her bed, Makenzie's breath failed. A hand reached out of the darkness and touched her head and the same calmness she felt before swept through her mind.

 

"Be calm young one," a musical male's voice told her. "I will not harm you. Please do not move or attempt to struggle. This is for your own protection." There was no way that Makenzie could resist that luxurious male voice.

 

The next thing she knew, she had been picked up and was being carried. The movement of the person carrying her was sensational one. It seemed as if they walked on air and as though she weighed no more than a feather.

 

The body beneath her was warm as the temperature turned cold again. Although she tried not to, shivers ran over her skin. Makenzie's tank top provided no protection in this onslaught of cold. She prayed that her shivers did not disturb her carrier.

 

Her prays were not answered. "Are you cold?" the same musical voice asked, his voice strained with concern.

 

Without having to say a thing in order to answer, her teeth began to chatter.

 

"We are nearly there, can you wait two minutes?" he asked.

 

Makenzie nodded, not sure if she was even able to speak yet.

 

Just as he had said it, they stopped in two minutes. Makenzie took a minute to look around. She already had the feeling that this was not her home.

 

There was a ramshackle shed nearby. It looked as if it hadn't been used in years. Closer to them was what appeared to be an inn. A thick forest grew a hundred meters from the rear of the inn and Makenzie immediately recognized it. This was the forest where her dream took place.

 

The musical voice shook her from a daze. "Here we are, the land of Mirima."

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