Snow Angel (On Hold)

Chapter Eight: Never Fall Down

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I'm terribly sorry for the long wait, but I can soley blame my computer! hahaha! Anyway, here is chapter 8, and I hope you enjoy! Feedback is greatly appreciated!

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Chapter Eight: Never Fall Down

I sat there with wide eyes in shock, staring into his crazed chocolate eyes. His chest heaves up and down drastically as he takes in large gulps of air. His right arm protrudes from his stiff figure in throwing position, the only evidence of the crime that he had just committed. On his body, he still wears the blue suit and white dress shirt underneath, with his dark brown combat boots standing out in his ensemble. If it weren't for the wildness his eyes possess and his guilty posture, you would have just guessed that he was simply at the wrong place at the wrong time. I had seen it happen, yet I wasn't sure what had happened.

Millions of questions race through my head.

How did Thyrion know where I was? How did he get in here? Did he really just kill Lucifer, or is my mind playing tricks on me? But the question that was constantly tugging at my thoughts was: why was he here? I can only manage to gape at him as he straightens his posture and quickly begins to stride over to me.

"What...? How...? When...? Why...?" I stutter as he reaches me and lowers to a crouch. My body feels numb with the unknown.

Quinn quickly takes the opportunity of my shock to allow his eyes to search over me frantically while searching for injuries. "Are you alright?" He asks softly, ignoring my previous questions, as his eyes narrow in on my stinging left cheek. He lifts his hand and gently brushes his thumb over my cheek, causing pain to radiate through me body. I flinch and suck in a breath through my teeth, trying to keep a hiss from escaping from my lips. He quickly removes his thumb and looks into my eyes with concern. "I'm late," he whispers, more to himself than to me and curses under his breath. I furrow my eyebrows in confusion at his words, but he skillfully ignores my bewilderment.

Dull footsteps echo through the quiet hallway and through the room. We both snap our heads to the door, knowing that guards will be here any minute. Panic races through me, but my limbs seem to belong to someone else. Thyrion quickly brings his attention back to me and places his hands on my exposed shoulders. The warmth his hands bring seem to bring my blood flow back to life. "We have to go. Can you walk?" He questions with a new mission to complete.

I look down at my barely clad body and wonder if I will ever be able to move again. I squirm as I try to get my legs under me to stand, but they refuse to obey. I can't even seem to get my wings to move, which has always been a gloriously easy movement. I look back into Quinn's eyes as alarm bells ring throughout my head. His hands find my face and feels my forehead. "Shit, you're going into shock," he mutters. He places his hands onto my forearms and stands up slowly, bringing me with him. My legs dangle uselessly as I try to regain my balance, making me use Quinn entirely for support. He allows me to regain my strength as I clutch his arms to steady myself.

"We don't have much time. Do you think you can make it?" he asks quickly, eyeing me for any hesitation. Honestly, I have no idea what is going on as of now. Apparently, my body is going into shock, but I don't feel any alarm, only numbness. Anyway, where is he taking me? Thoughts of being abducted gallop wildly through my mind, making me falter. It feels as if I'm being tugged back and forth between decisions. Would it be crazy if I allowed the man that had stolen me, put me in this prison, allowed me to be sold to a wretched man, and then just murdered a man minutes ago before my eyes to guide me away?