Ambrosia' Nightmare

Panic (Chapter Eight)

I knew it was over, I knew there was nothing else I can do. Then I felt the pistol start to shake against my temple. I knew what was happening... My Elijah was trying to come out. Yes, he didn't like his sister, but me I knew he couldn't shoot me. There was a strange squeal that came out of him and then the gun fired; four inches away from my head. Then I heard it hit the ground and the room got silent. I opened my eyes and the room was almost empty except for the rotten dead body across from me, but that thing that clearly didn't have as much control as he thought it did left. I decided to take advantage of the opportunity and I scooted around the room til I felt something sharp. I found an old nail and I stabbed the hell out of the rope til I got a hole and then I pulled the son of a bitch apart.

I stumbled to my feet looking around the room trying to locate the stairs, as soon as my eyes saw the stairs my feet couldn't move nearly as fast as I wanted. I wanted to get out of there fast like lightning, but I was moving almost comical like a snail because of all the blood I lost. My leg gash had turned into a sickening green color and with every step I take I feel like it is pushing more blood out. When I finally got outside my bike was gone. Because of my husbands crazed psycho run through this town the closest thing to transportation left was a small mo-ped that moved at zero miles per hour and how convenient was that that I was trying to get the hell out of there. Fuck it, I'll just have to use it I don't think I have much of an option either way. I got on the midget moped and tried to get my head together, driving down the street trying my best to ignore all the horrible things that Elijah has done. I feel for the children dismantled in the trees and the bodies on the play ground. Then I started hearing the faint screaming of a young boy, I didn't know what to do so I followed it.

I scrambled around the ghastly town til I found the sound of the boy and sure enough I found him covered in fallen dry wall and wood; trying to dig his way out from the raging fire behind him. I slammed the moped down to the ground and ran over to help the little boy. I moved all the dry wall off of him and to my surprise he had been missing a leg.

"Thank you so much, Ma'am. I really do appreciate you...Have you seen my mother?" The little boy stuttered.

I didn't know how to respond to him, so I told him that she went to a safe place and that everything was going to be alright.  I looked into his eyes and I felt his pain as he tried to get up and walk in the same direction I was moving in. I picked the little boy up and started to carry him down the street. Just when I thought that I was out of reach from that bastard of Elijah, the little boy I was carrying froze his body got stiff and I knew something was wrong. The young boy squeezed his eyes shut and started to chant something, I listened very carefully.

The chant was...

Hail Mary, Full of Grace, the Lord is with the,

The boy was clearly afraid of whatever was behind us and honestly I didn't want to turn around. So instead I started running and I didn't stop. The boy was still stiff and chanting that same prayer but this time he kept getting louder and louder. Then out of no where I heard a loud gunshot and I froze. I didn't feel any pain other than my leg and even then I would have felt the gun shot.  I looked down at the young boy that I was holding because as I felt what once was his stiff body turn into what felt like a limp noodle. The young boy had a bullet go straight through his head. I laid the boy down I prayed for him and without looking back I go the hell on. I heard gun shot after gunshot being fired in my direction but they all were inches from me and the final one was the biggest miss it hit a tree on the opposite side of the road.

He killed that poor boy, that poor innocent baby boy; he needs to be stopped before he kills someone else but how...