I crept forward, the knife glinted in the pale moonlight. He stood there, appearing to look innocent. I knew better though. I knew what he did to people. He was a killer, a murderer. It was he who killed my parents. He deserved to die. The sweet taste of revenge lingered in my tongue. I walked forward. The black knife felt heavy in my hand. I was soon right behind him. My heart beat fast in anticipation. I raised my hand slowly. He turned around in a blur and grabbed my arm just before it could dig into his back. His electric green eyes met mine.
"Ethan?"
We just stood there,staring into each other's eyes. Those cold,dark eyes.
"What the hell do you think you are doing?!" My mouth opened,but no words came out. I could tell he was as surprised to see me... As I was to see him. But right then... I was on the ground. A body was on top of me. A bag flung onto my head. I'm flipped over, hands tied behind my back. I can smell his breath, it smells like beer and smoke. I'm lifted over their shoulder, kicking and screaming. That'a when I hear it, the hissing. The whisper soft sound of him casting a spell. "Ethan...Stop..."he doesn't stop, his voice gets gradually loader until he is shouting, now in English. I block out his words. "Stop!" I start to hear the voices, screaming at me. I scream agin, " STOP! PLEASE, IM BEGGING YOU TO STOP!" but yet he still continues, " Ethen! STOP!" The voices inside and outside my mind just get louder as I scream. Them sharp pain swipes across my face. * * *
I wake up, in what seems like a cell, and there is a bad smell... Like something dead... My eyes are adjusting and I make out a figure;
laying on the ground, not moving.
