Being A Savior

Chapter Three

He is going to kill me if I don't run faster. My feet pound on the forest floor, and I can feel him close on my heels. I trusted him, I thought that maybe we could be friends...and maybe someday..something more. But as Mac chases me, I know that that will never happen. His axe chops at the branches so that they don't slam into his face like they did to me. Tears are mixing with blood as they flow quickly down my face. I can see my only hope on the horizon, the lake. The lake that leads to the underworld. That will buy me some time. The water splashes around me, and I scream in pain.

Never before have I felt something so cold. The water is almost burning my skin, eating at my bones. My powers are useless, so I cannot warm up the water. Desperately, I try to turn around, even if it means facing Mac, the man that wants to destroy me. But I feel hands grabbing my legs and ankles. Nails dig into my beyond frozen flesh, and pull me into my death.

I am soaked in my sweat when I wake up. With all my might, I try to break the restraints on my hands and feet. Suction cups are placed in various places on my scalp, forcing fake images into my mind. "STOP! PLEASE!" I shout painfully.

Somewhere else in the dark room, I can hear the terrifies yells of Sullivan. I slam the back of my head on the metal table. I arch my back, and let out the most bone shattering scream I can muster. Sullivan's screams stop immediatly, I must have pulled him out of his fake reality. I continue to scream, my lungs burning. I try to use my powers,but the cuffs don't allow me to.

"Shut the fucking girl up!" Foster yells.

Multiple hands smother my screams, but i continue to thrash,causing a ruccus. Foster groans, "Just....just stop! We will do the other two now."

The table lifts up,becoming completely vertical. The cuffs click, and I crumple into a heap on the floor. Sobs shatter my body, and all I want to do, is die. I don't care if that means Aker wins, I want to die. I feel a hand try to pull up, but I resist the pull. "Come on Ember, please."

I look up at Sullivan, and he looks just about as tired as I am. I take his hand, and stand up. Immediatly, my knees buckle, but Sullivan catches me. In order to actually start walking, I have to lean on Sullivan. Slowly, we make it down the hallway. When we make it back to the room, Sullivan helps me up onto my bunk. However, before he can climb down to his bunk,I grab his arm. "Stay...please..."

Too tired to argue, he lays down next to me, and almost instantly falls asleep. But before he does, he says, "They never planned on having us go to the underworld did they?"

Suddenly, my whole world spins into perspective, "No they didn't."

His breathing steadies, and a few more tears fall down my face, and land on my pillow. So this is what my life has amounted too? Being a science expirement? I force my eyes closed, this is why my mom told me to run from them all those years ago. Too bad it's too late. Slowly, my thoughts melt away as I fall asleep.

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Aker is waiting for me in my dreams, and I roll my eyes angrily, "Can't you see this is most definitely not the time to anger me?"

His eyes gleam in the darkness, and his chuckle fills the air around me, "You worry too much Ember."

"Just leave me alone! Kill me or something!" I shriek.

He slams me into the wall, and I gasp in surprise. For the first time in a long time, I see Aker in his entirety. His nose is straight, and perfect. His jaw is strong, and set in it's ways. Never before did I notice how much larger Aker is than me. He must be at least 6 foot 2. As heis large muscled body looms over me, his shaggy brown hair grazes his eye lashes. His plump lips are pulles into a snear, and his grip on my arms tightened, "You want to die?"

When I don't answer he whispers, "It is nice to know that I have broken you."

His forhead presses to mine, and his fingers trail down my sides. I let out a shakey breath, and he chuckles. His deep chuckle rattles my core, and my hands ball into fists. He takes notice of this, and his large hands wrap around mine. "Do I pleasure you Ember?"

I squeeze my lips tight, and he growls, "Answer me."

"N-no." Liar liar pants on fire.

He licks down my neck, and I gasp, "Aker stop."

His green eyes bore into mine, and he whispers, "You are mine Ember. And I intend to have you."

I jolt awake, my heart pounding in my chest. Instead of Sullivan laying down next to me, it's Mac. I shriek, and tumble off the bunk. His eyes fly open, and my whole body is shaking in fear. Did he really try to kill me? Or was that a forced memory?

Authors note: depressed. Feel like shit. Ill be better soon...sorry for the crappy chapter....

- emma

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