"S—stop—"
"What did Archie boy say?" Geneva hissed as he huffed. "Not a word out of you." She snapped again, pushing Archer and his sword aside. Clang. "And you too, Archie, you know if we make too much noise, we're gonna get caught."
Couldn't anyone notice now that we made such loud noises?
I remembered I had a phone.
I pulled it out from my pocket amidst their quarreling and dialed Waylon's number. "Hello?" I whisper-screamed to the phone. I hated how desperate I sounded. "Hello!"
"Please answer, please answer!" I begged, my heart pounding to get out of here. But I remembered. These people had two weapons. What could they do to me?
I felt my phone falling out of my grasp. I gripped tighter and tighter onto it.
No, no, no—
"Yeah, no." the lady hissed.
"We aren't having any of that bad behavior now." continued Archer, stepping forward again. I could see his face in the sunlight now–eyes crimson red like Geneva's, dark circles underneath them. His hair was raven black, and one of his legs was a prosthesis. He had wings like a bat's. It was clear to me now he wasn't human. But all of that didn't matter now. I'd die anyway.
But...bad behavior?
I wasn't a fucking child. I made sure of that. Besides, there wasn't anything I could do right now.
Before he could place another weapon to my neck, I got up.
"Oh, no you aren't."
Archer tossed his railgun to Geneva and brandished his sword. My heart sank—there wasn't any hope of escaping.
He walked closer and I backed up against the wall. This was it. My life? Was shit.
He raised his sword, and I could finally see its blood dripping through it. It was fresh and taken anew—whose life could he had taken? It was obviously human blood.
He snarled, prompting me to squirm. He gripped my hand, pinning me against the wall. Suddenly, the wounds from the thorns didn't even hurt anymore.
Waylon, why aren't you here?!
And then he struck.
I let myself yell, possibly for the very last time.
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Spearheart: Children of The Night
Fantasy"Will this nightmare ever end?" thought Della, looking up at the stars. The lights shimmered through the stars, and then it dissolved-she was crying. Waylon wasn't here. Archer wasn't here. Not even her dad was here, which was the only reason she ca...
