Thunder

Chapter 8-PART 2

"Where did he go January?" I whispered at her urgently, I needed to protect her, her eyes were so frightened. 

"I don't know, I just saw him and I got distracted," She said, "Harry, I'm scared." She admitted.

"January we need you," Dermot said running over to her and trying to get her back on stage.

"Harry," She said.

"I'll deal with it," I promised.

"Don't go after him!" she warned, but she was gone and I was already gone, I grabbed one of the stage crew members.

"What's the easiest way to get out of here if you're in the audienece?" I demanded, he looked confused but pointed to his left.

"That way," he said, I nodded in thanks and ran out the back door.

It was quiet, the night air was still and calm. I heard footsteps. I didn't move.

"I knew you'd come out here," a cold voice whispered, but I couldn't see where it came from. I didn't say anything, I was afraid he may hear fear in my voice.

"Her protector?" he sneered, "is that what you are?"

"At least I'm not cowardly enough to hide in the shadows," I said, clearly, my voice strong.

He gave a cold laugh, "maybe I'm not stupid enough." he paused, "unnerving is it? To have no control? To be completely helpless." 

I squinted in the night,

"I knew I would have to come back for her when I got out, I never quite finished with her," he whispered, "I used to think about her at night, I planned how I would find her and how I would see her again." he paused, "and then you showed up and she was famous, but maybe that's for the best," I heard him move, "at least this way will be more fun..." I jumped in the direction of the foot steps but he moved too fast and I was flat on my stomach on the ground. I felt him walk over to me, he rested a foot on my back.

I felt his cold fingers rake into my curls and grab them at the roots, he pulled my head up, "don't know why she wanted to fuck you so bad anyway, you piece of scum." I tried to pull away from him but he only tightened his grip.

"You're like she was, she fought back too," he pulled my head up more and smashed a fist into my face.

"Oh god!" I yelped as he got off my, I clutched my nose which was spurting with blood. I stumbled to my feet and tried to find his figure in the dark. I began to walk backwards trying to keep aware of my surroundings, until he smashed me into a wall. Then I could see his face, thos cold hard eyes.

"I could end this now, but why?" He mused, I tried to pull away from him until I felt something make contact with my hip, I glanced down to see the glint of a blade in the moonlight, "Same one I used on her yes," he said reading my mind.

"You're a piece of shit," I spat at him through blood, he pressed the knife into me more, not enough to cut me but enough to remind me it was there. He slammed his fist into my face again, this time I struggled to stay up straight. He hit me again, and again, and again.

"Had enough?" he asked me. I looked at him, a cruel smile played on his lips, he wanted me to ask for mercy, he wanted me to beg him to stop, but I wouldn't. Instead I spat the blood that had risen in my mouth into his face.

"You need a knife to take me on, you're pathetic," I spat, his eyes were no longer full of cruel happiness, they were full of fury. All I seen was him raise his fist again and then it all went dark.

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I ran off the stage and straight to the nearest crew member.

"Have you seen Harry?" I gasped, filled with worry and fear. 

"He went out that door," he told me, I ran away out the door. It was completely dark, I couldn't see anything.

"Harry?" I called, the wind whistled past me, "Oh god, Harry!" I shouted.

I heard someone groan on the ground, a cloud moved and the moon shone down on a pale figure lying barely concious face down on the ground.

"Harry!" I cried running over to him. His shirt has been ripped off and was lying on the ground next to him and his back, it was soaked in blood. I picked up the t-shirt and began moving it across his back trying to find the wound for all the blood.

"Jan-Jan-uary." he croaked, trying to roll over.

"Shh, shh," I soothed him, "Stay where you are I need to get help." I said and then I saw it, he had etched the words in on his back that made my heart stop:

"I'll be back for you."