Blood... I see it everywhere. Running down my arm and the left side of my torso, I can feel it gliding down my back. Too afraid to look, I place my hand over the source and after no more than two seconds of it sitting lightly on my left shoulder, I draw it back and look at my now dark red hand, drenched in blood. Panic arises, adrenaline and anger, every emotion bottled up bursts out and soon I am hurling towards the attacker drenched in blood and tears, screaming and shouting. My sharp nails dig into his skin, the other one ripping out handfuls of their hair. I am going to gauge out their eyes!!!!Get the mask off! GET THE MASK OFF!! Chants in my ears, constantly flashing in my mind. I don't care who the *ifreann is underneath this mask, I reach up to their head and claw the mask off.
Scream, cry, shout, just do something! Show them that you are not easily made vulnerable! But I can't do anything. I simply stand there looking into the eyes of my attacker, and quite possibly, murderer. And to make things worse, I knew them. Not just as a passing neighbour or someone I see at my local Coles all the time, but some one I actually KNOW. Emotions cloud over but don't distinguish till one or two remains, but multiple continue to fog my mind and senses and before I know it I am being pushed to the ground and I black out.
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I open my eyes to the sight of blurring figures and pain basically everywhere, even my ears hurt. Everyone is surrounding me, holding bandages, food, water and what looks to be my clothes.... Holy cow! Those are my clothes! I instantly hug my knees to my chest and look down in the hope of finding clothes on my self. I am slightly reassured to know that I am in my underwear with what looks to be one of the guys t-shirts, but still slightly uncomfortable. I glance up, looking into the foliage, unable to face the people in front of me and more importantly, my attacker.
Blank, completely and utterly blank. Emotionless, no spark of guilt, sorrow, happiness, anger, complete and utter nothingness. I look into the sheer guilt evident in the eyes of my attacker, though no pity comes with it. Though once I might of pitied their sorrow, I can't find a way to even look into their eyes.
END OF CHAPTER 11
Hehe, Cliffhanger. Mwhahaha. Sorry for the short and partly incomplete chapter guys. I am busy with school and all that jazz, but more importantly watching The Avengers Age of Ultron!!! That was such an amazing movie, and I am actually going to see it again. Chris Evans......<3 <3 Captain America <3 <3 Romanogers <3 <3 and I better stop now before I write a million pages on The Avengers, Captain America, Romanogers and Chris Evans <3 Hehe, sorry ;-) Anyways this chapter is dedicated to one of my friends..... Eleans_ She is a hilarious person and great if you want some one to talk to, especially when it comes to the Avengers. However she does ship Clintasha.... Romanogers all the way! Anyways off track again! Can you tell that I am obsessing over The Avengers?? And who do you think was under the mask? All will be revealed next chapter!! And you are welcome for the picture of Chris Evans... Hehe. Vote, comment, share, all that jazz and enjoy the rest of your week.
Aoife ;-)
Translation:
*Ifreann = Hell (-In Gaelic BTW)
Romanogers = Captain America & Black Widow
Clintasha = Hawkeye & Black Widow
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The Whisper
Adventure-GRADUALLY EDITING/REWRITING CHAPTERS "Why? Why should I trust you?" I scream looking into his eyes. He looks down at me, sadness swirling around in his eyes, "I guess you'll just have to". ...
