Apocalypse [will not be finished]

Chapter Two

Every inch of my upper body felt like it was on fire. But the adrenaline that pulsed through me was enough to keep me on my feet, at least. My knife was poised, ready to rip into the flesh of the monster that stood just a few feet from me. Just when my hand was close to touching the creatures face, it's massive hand smashed into mine, jarring my shoulder and making me fall backwards. My knife was gone, yet again. I sighed mentally. I really needed to tie that thing to my hand, or something.

Then my thoughts snapped back to the present and I was overcome with fear. My body shook, and the pain I was feeling made me want to just curl up and die. The creature had wasted no time, and was towering over me, ready. I was too weak to do anything, too feeble to swat the drooling pus covered face that was so close to mine. Tears errupted from my eyes, streaming down my face. I was shocked, seeing as I hadn't cried since the day my parents died. The day I killed them.

But, the coolness of the tears against my cheeks seemed to awaken something inside of me. Hope. I wasn't alone. My head flicked side to side, searching for the boy. When I came up with nothing, I tried not to let the disappointment drown me. He probably ran off whilst I was distracting the creature. So much for trusting him.

The creatures face was inching closer and closer to mine, and I struggled helplessly against it. Every little detail of the face was clear to me. The crusty yellow skin that reminded me of dried custard. The painful red boils that seemed to occupy every little bit of the skin around its mouth. The putrid smell of rotten breath threatened my consciousness, and I accepted this as my end. This was how I was going to die. I sent a silent prayer that someone would help Lou - that the boy would find her, maybe take pity on her. Or, if it's her death he wants, that he makes it quick and painless.

Just when I am closing my eyes, to shut out the world, I feel something underneath my arms, pulling me to my feet, away from the face of the dreaded creature. I'm too weak to do anything, and I just let whatever it is pick me up and carry me from the room.

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When I wake, I don't know where I am. I'm in the dark - but that's nothing unusual, really. I can barely move - the pain is excruciating. I force my hands to stretch and feel my surroundings. I'm lying on cold ground - it's slightly damp, too. I try to move a little too much, and I let out a small squeak. It was only a tiny noise, but a figure jumps up at the sound of it, and rushes to my side. I can barely see him in the darkness, and I'm unsure of what he's doing until he flicks on something and the bright light of a torch is shone right in my face.

"Crap, sorry!" I wince for a moment, and then freeze. I know this voice.

"...It's you...?" I say, confused. The light isn't on my face anymore, but I still can't see, as theres a big blob of yellow in front of my eyes. There's no answer. I blink rapidly, and gradually it fades, and I can see properly.

My thoughts are confirmed. It's the boy. But why? Why would he save me? I practically plotted his death in my mind, and came dangerously close to actually carrying it out a few times.

Why didn't you just let me die?

I haven't realised I've spoken aloud untill he answers, sadness echoing in his voice. "I don't want to be alone, not anymore." It's silent for a moment, almost as if he's waiting for me to say something. Then he fills in the silence himself. "You have others." I furrowed my eyebrows. How does he know? Does he have Lou? The words escape my mouth before I can stop them.

"If you've hurt Lou, I swear I will cut off your balls, fry them, and feed them to you when you're sleeping."

I was trying to be serious and threatening, but his reaction was completely unexpected. He burst out laughing. He was really laughing. The laugh was light, musical. I liked it.