TRAPPED....

CHAPTER 2

There are a couple of golden keys a lone wolf must keep up in life:

1. Try to 'not' be alone.

2. Try to stay away from trouble.

The introverted me has only ever believed in such laws.

Which is why that me should not have so much as dared bought a cheap house in the middle of nowhere.

And that me is exactly why I should not have dared to step out of that house on a disastrous night to spy on an empty neibouring house.

But I did.

I freakishly paved my way in marshy wet mud as my heavy footsteps puddled in the ground and the last minute sweater bathed in the wind and watery rain.

I had one thing in mind.

STOP IT.

STOP WHOEVER THAT PERSON IS FROM ENTERING INTO UNKNOWN TERRITORY.

But that so called silhouette seemed to take no heed of me.

"HEY!!!!" I shouted from the top of my lungs but to no avail for the thunderstorm proved overwhelming for my hearty scream.

Damn...
The silhouette is becoming clearer.

TING. TING. TING.

Ahhhhh.....MY EARS AGAIN!!!
I take a dead stop and slap the palms of my hand against my ears.

Whatever is this strange curse about me that makes me hear such noise?!

My eyes widen as I swipe my hair away from my forehead and balance myself in the stormy midst.

The silhouette stops all of a sudden.

It becomes still like a rock and unbothered at all cost from this threateningly dangerous weather.

It turns around slow and steady.

My heart almost skips a beat as I finally realize it's appearence.

It looks like a man from a far.

All I can see is sharp black eyes shooting daggers at me and a terrifyingly painful seeming scar running by his cheek as his aubergine hair reveal themselves from under a cap.

I feel afraid and fearless at the same time but I can barely manage to take a sigh of relief when a gust of wind slams me over me.
My knees buckle.

Damn.
Ting. Ting. Ting. Ting.

Tinnitus.
It's so....I tense.
I scream in my head.

I gasp heavily and try to catch my breath.

What the heck is wrong with me?

My body becomes freezing cold any eyes roll over in my head as chilling tremors begin to rack my body.

I do not know how much time passes by as I try my best to lift my numbed body but fail.
All I can do is roll around in the mud like a puppet without strings.

Haah. Haah. Haah.

I pant heavily.

My condition deteriorated as the storm gets worse.

Whatever is happening is bad.

Haah. Haah. Haah.

Something looms over me.

A dark shadow.

My heart beats like crazy and a single thought comes to mind.

"Are you the grim reaper?" I croak.

The angel of death is here?
Will I see the dying light so soon?

Please God no.

Do not grant me the gift of death so soon.....
A heavy cloak downs over me.

And I shudder as my body gets swept away in a billowing dark embrace.