EIGHTEENA Chapter by Maddox~Jake~ Light streamed brightly through the
café windows, exposing the red lines running down her arm from where it had
been resting on the floor’s deep square patterns. Deeming it insignificant she
rose and turned about the room, gathering blankets and pillows, stuffing them
all into their appropriate bags. Standing over the battered black bag, she dug
through it, searching for clothing for that day. She felt eyes on her back,
that peculiar feeling of being watched raised goosebumps on her arms and caused
her to shiver. She raised her self up, change of clothes in hand, only to be
smashed to the floor, a strong force hitting her with unimaginable strength and
power. Her right arm hit the ground with a
sickening crack. Heavy breathing above her made her turn her head. Breathing
heavily down her neck was none other than Richard. His eyes were wild, their
normal color ringed in a furious red. Teeth bared, his face was contorted in
rage. Jake twisted, trying to get away. Jake could feel his chest vibrating
with primate growls. Heat burnt through the hands pinning her against the
ground. She tried to cry for help, but her throat was glued shut, tight with
fear. “Help,” she rasped, painful tears
scraping out of her wind pipe. Richard’s sharp knees pressed excruciatingly
against her back. Briefly she caught sight of Adrian and Richelle, both fast
asleep. She wiggled her wrists beneath his hands, pain shooting through her
with each twist. Jerkily, she was pulled up, back forced painfully against the
metal door jam. “Let’s go,” Richard growled in her
ear. Using something she couldn’t see, he bound her wrists together. He
snatched the clothes from her hand and threw them roughly in her bag. He slung
it over his shoulder, grabbed guns from Adrian’s stock pile in his bag and shoved
Jake out the door in front of him. Jake glanced back at the room. The
sleeping brother and sister looked peaceful, unaffected by the pain that they
lived in. She stared at the red streak on the floor. She had known she couldn’t
get away. She forced Richard’s hand to scratch her arm, stealthily wiping a
thick streak of blood on the floor. She hoped it would be enough. ~Adrian~ “Adrian! Adrian!” Richelle cried
into his ear. Shaking his head, he stared blindly up at her. The sun shining in
the glass windows burned against his eyes. Adrian could see Richelle’s dark silhouette
hovering above him. “What? What is it?” he grumbled. “We have a major problem!” Richelle
cried, her voice rising an octave. “Go tell Jake. She’ll take care of
it.” He complained, rolling over. His head pounded with the memory of his
terrible nightmare. “That’s the problem! She’s gone!”
Richelle tugged the blanket off his back but he was already on his feet. He
spun around the room, staring at the empty hole in the room. Her bag was gone along with everything she
owned. Anger flashed through his mind, she had left them. “Where is Richard?” he growled. “Not here either. It looks like they
left together,” mumbled Richelle. Tears pricked at her eyes, staring at Adrian with
unfathomable misery. Adrian’s hands were clenched in tight fists, his anger and
sadness threatening to make his head explode. Something caught his eye,
sidetracking his anger. A thin red streak stretching across the floor, starting
where Jake’s bed had rested. He knelt down next to it, already fearing what it
could be. “It’s blood,” he whispered. “It’s
most likely Jake’s but we can’t know for sure.” He lifted himself up, only to
be attacked by Richelle. She wrapped her arms around his waist, just like when
they had be kids. She hugged him tight, burying her face into his chest. Adrian
hugged her back, he hoped that this meant that she hadn’t left them, but he
knew that it also meant that she had been taken by force by their unwelcome
guest. “We have to help her,” Richelle
cried. “She needs us.” Her voice was quiet, cracking in different places. “We will. Get your stuff together.
We’re moving out.” His command was short, quiet but forceful. Richelle packed
her things. Adrian began stuffing things into his own bag, only to notice that
one of his guns was missing. Growling he roughly finished packing and slung his
bag across his shoulders. “Let’s get moving,” he barked.
Richelle followed Adrian out the front doors, walking quickly. They followed
the disturbing muddy footprints into the dark forest. “Why does their always have to be a
dark creepy forest,” joked Richelle, ignoring the soft squish of mud around
their shoes. Adrian gave a gloomy chuckle, keeping his eyes on their path. © 2012 Maddox |
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Added on February 20, 2012 Last Updated on April 4, 2012 AuthorMaddoxColumbus, OHAboutWriting is one of the most important things in my life. It's a release. The way I think can't easily be explained to most people. I think in pictures, stories, and patterns. Writing stories is a way t.. more..Writing
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