The Fallen (On Hold)

Chapter Eleven

I felt like the breath had been taken out of me. I couldn't let someone else die because of me, I don't think I could handle it. My parents, and now Abigail.

"They've already decided she's guilty?"

"Well it's pretty obvious she is!" He screams. "Why couldn't they have taken me in instead of Abigail? God this is all my fault."

Looking up at him, I see tears pouring down his face leaving trails across his cheeks.

"Michael, look it's not your fault. And wasn't the whole point of me coming here to save Abigail? If so, we still have time to make a plan and save her so come on."

He slams his fist on a wooden crate abruptly and his eyes hold a fire. "You're right."

When morning came, we had devised a plan and we're waiting out in the woods a couple meters away from where they were going to shoot Abigail. Slinking behind the bushes covered in mud, sticks, and leaves to blend in, we came across where we needed to be.

"Phi," I hear Michael whisper behind me, "when they begin to take aim, I'll run out-"

I cut him off. "You can't run out there. You're already wounded." I point down to his gunshot wounds from last night.

His eyes bore into mine. "Like I was saying, I'll run out there and shoot the men. There's only two of them there because they want as few people knowing about this as they can. Once I do that, I want you to run over to Abigail and untie her. When that's done, I'll meet you by the river that flows East. Got it?"

"Got it," I nod my head.

"Give me one minute before you run out," then he brushes past the bush and out into the clearing.

Not being able to look, I turn away from it and focus on the trees in front of me. At first I hear nothing, then heavy footsteps and a ring of gunshots. I can only hope none of them hit Michael.

After what seems like a minute, I pop out into the clearing. Michael is no where to be, maybe disposing of the bodies. All that is in view is Abigail's red hair hanging down as she's tied up to a post put in the ground.

Checking to make sure no one heard the gunshots and ran over here, I then make my way over to where Abigail is.

When my hands reach above her head, her head snaps up and she starts thrashing wildly.

"Abigail, Abigail, stop. It's me, Phi!"

"Phi?" Her eyes are questioning.

"Yeah, you remember me right?" She nods. "I'm here with Michael and we're going to help you. Didn't you see him a couple minutes ago?"

"No, I was knocked out. Michael's really here? Is he alright?" Her eyes are worrisome.

I nod. "Yeah, I think he's disposing of the bodies though."

At the mention of that, Abigail only seems to freak out more. "He killed them? Oh god why would he do that? He's only making things worst. Now they'll be after him too and we won't be able to fix this mess. He should have let me die!"

"Abs, we both know he will never let you die. Come on, we need to hurry up. We're only a half mile from camp so I doubt someone didn't hear the shooting." I work faster on the knots until they're undone and then I pull the ropes away. "Come on."

"Where are we going?" She runs behind me.

"The river."

The run to the river is pretty long, but we need to make sure we put as much distance between the camp and us. It's about a day's journey unless you stop to take breaks. But winding in and out of tree roots and up and down the rocky mountain side can be tough.