Chapter 33 - Torture

Chapter 33 - Torture

A Chapter by emma

-Andrea-

 

Screams echoed from down the hall. I pressed my hands against my ears to try and block the sound, but it seeped through my fingers and I heard it all the same. Scared tears dripped off my cheeks and I crawled to the corner of the stone wall, distancing myself from the door. I curled into myself and tried to block out the screams.

 

From the moment the ghombie had shoved me into my little cell, a girl had been screaming just down the hall. She didn’t scream every second, but every once in a while. But when she did, it was a terrible, gut-wrenching scream. I’d been here for at least an hour or two. Maybe more. I had no clue where I was, and I had no idea what was happening. Why had a ghombie kidnapped me?

 

The cell I was in had a sort of damp feel to it. It was very cold, and I was starting to get a chill. The tears didn’t make it any better, and my nose just got stuffier and stuffier. And the terror built up in my chest made everything a billion times worse.

 

The screaming stopped, and was replaced by uncontrollable tears. The door creaked open and someone stumbled in. In the little light the dimmed lamp in the corner offered I could tell it was a girl by her hair and chest. She was crying, and she hadn’t noticed me yet. She lay down in the middle of the cell and curled up into a ball.

 

“Um, are you okay?” I asked warily and started to crawl towards her.

 

Her body jerked violently and she snapped her head up. Our eyes met, and I could faintly she the colour of her hair. A dirty blonde that was getting closer to light brown.

 

“Who the hell are you?” she asked, her voice hoarse.

 

“I-I’m Andrea,” I told her shakily.

 

“Are you a ghombie? Did they send you in here to torture me every second of every day?”

 

She sounded strong and determined even though she was still crying.

 

“No, I was kidnapped and they threw me in here.”

 

The girl stood up and practically ran to me. She threw her arms around me in a tught hug that knocked the wind out of me. “Thank God,” she breathed.

 

Her body was frozen, even worse than mine. We sat there, hugging, in the corner for a long time without speaking. At first I wanted to question why we were hugging, but then I realized that she needed to keep warm to survive. And she was so cold now that I had no idea how she’d lived any amount of time here.

 

“I’m Camille,” she told me. “Been here for two weeks now. At least, that’s what I think.”

 

“What’s going on?” I asked.

 

“Not sure. All I know is that this is hell.”

 

She offered no more information, and when I asked her why she was screaming, she simply said: “You’ll find out soon enough.”

 

And I did.

 

 

 

The door creaked open again. A ghombie dressed in all black stomped in right up to Camille and I. I screamed when his frozen fingers curled around my arm. He yanked me upwards, and I stumbled to my feet. I heard Camille start to cry as the ghombie dragged me away. I writhed and tried to squirm away, but he kept a firm hold on me. He dragged me down the white, sterile hallway. When he kicked open the door to a room just a few meters from my cell, I began to shake with terror.

 

There was another ghombie sitting there, calmly staring out a window with metal mesh on the outside. He turned to me and I screamed. His eyes were white, no pupils or anything. Just white. His skin was a darker blue than I’d ever seen on a ghombie. It was almost navy, in my opinion. He stood and began to walk towards me. His fingers grazed my cheek, and I let out a shriek of pain. His fingers were ice. They hurt my skin.

 

He laughed. “Andrea Landry.”

 

I twisted my face away from his fingers. The other ghombie’s fingers that were still clenched around my arms felt warm compared to the utter glacial feeling of the white-eyed ghombie.

 

“How do you know my name?” I asked, forcing myself not to stutter.

 

He grinned, contorting his face and making him even less attractive. “I know the name of every ghombie whisperer that was ever conceived. Or in the correct phrase, Life Donor.”

 

He touched my face again, and I screamed in agony. I spat in his face to get him to move away. He recoiled and his eyes blazed red.

 

“Anthony!” he yelled, and another ghombie stumbled into the room. “She’s all yours now.”

 

The ghombe holding my arms shoved me into Anthony, who grabbed me and held me sturdily. Before I knew it, his teeth were sinking into my flesh and everything was fading into the eerie white.

 

 

Being inside Anthony’s body was painful. It was obvious they had everything planned out because when I woke, I was tied to that chair next to the window. The only thing I did for two hours was stare out into the streets, watching for cars or people. None came. I wondered where I was every two seconds, and then I’d wonder if I was going to die in this place. Thus began a vicious cycle of tears.

 

Nothing else happened. I sat, stared and cried for two hours. When Anthony came back (in my body) I was a mess.

 

“Please let me out,” I cried. “Give me my body back.”

 

That ugly, freezing ghombie came back in. “Anthony, you heard the girl. Give her her body back.”

 

Anthony touched my/his arm and the pull began. I was ripped away from his lifeless body and transferred into my own.

 

 

They dragged me back into my cell that I shared with Camille. I gladly let them. They threw me to the floor, and I let myself cry again. Camille tried to comfort me, but nothing worked. I had a feeling this possession was just the beginning of a life of torture. 



© 2012 emma


Author's Note

emma
i'm back! now you all finally know what happened to Andrea. and i added another character! i know, i know: i've been adding tons. is it weird that i add a billion new characters closer to the end of my book, rather than the beginning. oh well. tell me what you think, and enjoy:)!

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Well, I have been wondering why ghombies apparently didn't steal people and keep them. And now they have! Poor Andrea

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OOH HOO HOO. I like Camille. She just kinda *clicked* with me.

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Awesome!! Very suspenseful. I LOVED it!! lol :D Great job, can't wait for more!!

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Oh.....my.....goolosh!!!!!! I can't believe what the ghombies are doing! DX

Posted 12 Years Ago


i think the fact that you add characters at the end is unique!! anyways.... it was brilliant. Andrea is in quite a mess.... i need moreeeeee............................................... and Cammille seems nice enough, kind of depressed, yes, but nice.

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OH NO WHAT IS GOING TO HAPPEN???????????

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i liked it so glad you wrote a new chapter.

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