Warriors

Chapter five My frozen over hell

I woke up in a silent scream. I was in an ice coffin with barely just enough room to move my arms. It was freezing cold in here. I tried banging on the solid blue wall. I couldn't get enough force to do anything in the cramped space. I was spinning and felt like I was falling so I figured I was in water. I hit it again and again and again, but to no avail. I checked my pocket one of my daggers was in it. As the coffin spun around again it slipped from its sheath and clattered down below my head cutting my ear. I realized my arm was still covered in blood from the fight before.

"Don't think about that now focus on the knife" I told myself

I had to catch it when it went past my hand otherwise I couldn't grab it I can't bend my knees. I hit the wall over and over again to try and get it to turn. When it did it landed feet first at the bottom of wherever I was. I could only see by the glow of the blue ice. The knife slid past me and I missed it.

"Shit" I thought.

Then water started swirling at my feet. The coffin must have cracked.

"Crap crap crap".

"Think Molly think".

I figured it out all I had to do was wait for the water to come up to my hand the maybe it would float up. It didn't, I tried to kick the knife up I managed to get it high enough. By that time the water was kissing my face with its cold fingers. I gripped the knife as hard as I could and drove it into the side. Somehow the coffin broke in half and released me like the opening jaws of an alligator. I swam desperately upward forgetting to take a breath before I broke the ice. I reached the surface gasping for air. I looked around for the shore it was there ten feet away from me. I swam towards it and collapsed on the shore my cold wet clothes clinging to me.The knife was in my hand still so I stuffed it back in its sheath. I was on the shore of a river near a highway, and that's where I passed out.
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I stumbled in and out of dreams all I know is I looked over my shoulder and my bag was there and still packed full. Then I fell back into unconsciousness. When I finally woke up for good I was in a truck wrapped in a towel. I looked around there was trash everywhere and I saw my bag in the back of the car. I looked at the driver. It was some creepy looking guy in a red flannel shirt jeans and some hat. He pulled the truck over on the side of the road and looked at me shocked to find me awake.

"Where am I" I asked him.

He just smiled at me pulling the towel away. He reached for the hem of my shirt. I feebly pushed his hand away to which he responded by roughly reached under my shirt slamming me against the door and groping my breasts. He tried to kiss me.

"Please" I pleaded pathetically "stop".

He kept on attacking me I managed to knee him in the chest. He pulled back gasping for air. I pulled out my knife and he pull out a gun. I think that was the first time my hands shook in over two years.

"Put the knife down and hold still" he told me in a eerily calm voice.

I dropped my knife in my lap and sat there while he reached for my shirt again. This whole time I had been easing my other dagger out of its sheath and I had set it in my belt loop hiding the handle beneath my shirt. He started to pull up on my shirt and that's when I pull my knife out and stabbed his wrist. He dropped the gun and i scrabbled to grab my other dagger. He was screaming as his arm flailed that's the second time today that I have been soaked in blood. I finally found the wooden handle of my knife and stabbed it through his eye. His arm fell and he gave one last twitch... He was no more.
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I pulled my bag from the car and took his gun since I didn't take Daniel's didn't have any ammo. I looked around. The guy had pulled his truck off the highway and driven pretty far into the woods. I could hear both the river and the highway. I decided to go for the river.
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I hiked through The woods for about half an hour by then my still damp clothes had become crusty with blacken blood. I made it to the stream and looked around. I decided to wash off so I took my clothes off and washed them. I placed them over the limbs of a tree. Then I set my bag and a couple weapons nearby the shore and had a diving knife strapped to my thigh. I waded into the water and began to wash the blood from my hair. I remembered the man asking me to hold still.

"Not until hell had frozen over" I thought to myself.

I started to sob.