"Just because a person smiles, doesn't mean that they are happy and their life is perfect. Smile is a symbol of strength and hope"
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CLAIRE'S POINT OF VIEW
Cold air caressed my face as I stood watching the stars. The night sky was song for eyes, whispering lullabies. The stars were like frozen snowflakes in the black-blue canvas. Wands of rising branches became dancing silhouettes as the moonlight filtered through them and kissed the sharp edges of my dagger.
The sleek metal glistened, contrasting the dark patterns that swirled along the center. With a sad smile, I sheathed it and hung it in my belt. It was around two in the morning when I jumped up in cold sweat. And the idea of sleep is the last thing on my mind now.
Fire. Smoke. Screams.
I shook my head, wishing to get rid of those horrible images that were engraved in my brain, breaking me piece by piece. I had put them all in a box, locked it and had threw the key in the deepest pits of hell that's inside me. But they are trying to push past my resolve and the mere thought of them escaping, haunts me like wild nightmare.
As my thoughts swirled trying to unlock the dreadful memories I ran from, something fell with a loud thud behind me and a string of colorful curses filled the empty room. My hand immediately reached out for my dagger but froze midway as something cold touched my neck.
"I wouldn't move if I were you, darling" A voice whispered in my ear making me hold my breath.
"What do you want?" I asked cautiously, trying to distract him. My eyes searched the dark for more of his men.
"I will explain everything soon. Now if you please-" He was cut off as I slammed my elbow on his ribs, followed by a roundhouse kick. He doubled over in pain, clearly not expecting the powerful assault. I kicked him, forcing him to his knees and held my dagger threateningly near his neck.
"Damn. I didn't know you were a fighter" he said and I caught the amusement in his tone.
I could see him holding his hands up as an act of surrender. I caught glimpses of sandy blond as the moon played peek-a-boo with the clouds.
"Damn. I didn't know you were stupid enough to come here alone." I imitated his tone, rolling my eyes.
"Now are you planning on telling who the hell you a-" I was interrupted by a loud bang on the door.
What's with these people breaking inside my house today? I let out a frustrated sigh.
"Are you expecting visitors, darling?" His tone was laced with amusement.
"So they aren't your buddyguards then?" I rose a brow, stalking to the door. I saw through the keyhole to find six men. All in black and had masks on. F***. Quiet shuffling made me snap back to him.
"Who's that?" He was already on his feet, chocolate brown orbs glistening with concern and curiosity.
"None of your freakin' business" I snapped.
I can't believe she found me. Another bang made me realize how close I'm from being captured back to the hell.
"Who are they?" He asked again, his tone serious. I gulped trying to ease the lump in my throat.
"No time to explain. Run" I croaked out with an indifferent demeanor.
He was about to say something, but stopped as his eyes focused on something behind me. The cheap wooden floor creaked as sound of footsteps neared me. I can feel a heated stare on the back of my head, pinning me to the ground.
"Hey" Mr.Blondie said, his eyes comically wide.
Suddenly, everything started to blur as if someone had put a spell on me. Cold air blew on my face and faint smell of damp forest invaded my nose, as the moon's dull glow and a distant howl of wind bled into darkness.
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BELLATRIX'S POINT OF VIEW
"WHY THE HELL ARE YOU STILL BANGING ON HER DOOR? BREAK THE F*** IN"
I whisper-yelled at the guards. The person inside the room is no kid. She endured my torture for what, about 11 years, managed to get out of my grasp without anyone's help, get herself a job and managed to successfully balance it with her school life. I am actually surprised that she managed to live in a place like this... too rundown for my liking...
"Break in at 3" I heard one of the guards say to the others
I don't care what you do as long as I get that girl...
"1..2..3!"
As two of my men broke the door down, the others barged in...
and found.. nothing..
Nothing! Not even that filthy dog!
We checked the other rooms as well and found that they were gone.. DA*N IT! She must have known we were coming.. But how...?
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CLAIRE'S POINT OF VIEW
I blinked my eyes open as a pounding head ache drilled my skull. Cold sheets and white ceiling greeted my blurred vision. S**t. Did they get me? If yes, then I'm screwed.
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Born to be a Warrior
FantasyShe was always running. Running away from her past and memories. But they seemed to like her so much, that they haunted her almost everyday. She was struggling to keep herself together, not to lose herself in her past. In her already struggling life...
