Selene Academy - on HOLD

five - part two

I was paralyzed.

Completely unable to move my legs or my arms. It felt like someone had switched out the blood in my legs, for lead.

I felt like I should check my pockets for rocks, but I knew I would come up with nothing.

Looking towards my mother, I tried to fight through whatever force was holding me back. Millimeter by millimeter, I could feel my foot moving but it wasn't enough.

I was still nowhere near her.

I could feel the tears threaten to fall from my eyes. After a couple minutes of fighting them, I let my eyes tear up.

"Mom..?" I choked back sobs as my eyes became moist.

Scanning her face, I could feel my anxiety starting to peak.

It was even worst than I thought.. She looked like someone had tossed her in a blender and set that sucker on high speed.

There were open cuts all over her arms and legs. They couldn't have been any bigger than a half inch, but I could tell that they were very painful.

And that wasn't even the worst of it.

There were bruises on both of her thighs, her right arm and around her neck. It looked like she had been tossed across the room like a rag doll, or something.

And she was almost naked.

She was wearing nothing but a shirt that was barely big enough to cover her goodies.

Pushing myself harder than I had ever, I finally started to make my way towards her. I tried to search for something, anything, that could help her along the way. But, there was nothing.

"Tell me.." A voice slithered from behind his mask.

I knew that voice. Praying to gods that I didn't even know I believed in, I hoped it wasn't him. But turning around, I saw him and I knew it was.

Ronan.

Standing off to the side of the wall I walked through was Ronan.. But, not the real one. The fake one.

The impostor.

He was dressed in all black. A black robe with the hood over his head, and black jeans. But, the hood did nothing to block his face.

Not that it seemed like he was nervous about anyone finding his identity out. No one else was here besides my mother and I, and I technically wasn't here.

The only other person here was my mother and since she looked as though she was slipping in and out of consciousness, I figured he knew she wasn't a threat.

He started to make his way along the edge of the room, towards my mother. He

What could I do?

Any more torture would kill my mother, and it ain't take no doctor to figure that out.

His steps echoed through my head as he slowly made his way towards my mother.

"I'm going to ask you again.. and if you beat around the bush or lie to me again, I'll keep adding cuts. Is that what you want?"

His words lined up perfectly with his steps, which left him standing right in front of my mother, after his last word.

I tried to get closer, but the same force that kept me from moving earlier, was back. I couldn't get any closer than six feet.

I felt like I was watching from a bird eyes point of view, but I didn't want to watch. I wanted to help her.