Broken Wings (SAMPLE)

Chapter Five

Once back at his home, I became tense. Now we were alone again and I had no idea what he had in mind. For all I knew, he could actually be planning numerous ways to torture me. As much as I no longer cared whether I lived or died, that didn't mean I wanted to be tortured beforehand. No way.

I followed Shadow into the living room and sat on the edge of the sofa that was closest to the door, just in case. Shadow started to pace, fists clenched and jaw tight. I knew that he was angry, though for what, I wasn't sure. It could be anything.

Shadow suddenly span to face me, glaring harshly. I was instantly on my feet, backing away. Maybe Shadow had anger issues because it definitely seemed that way to me. He took a step towards me and that was all the incentive I needed to run from the room. Knowing that the front door was locked as I'd seen Shadow pocketing the key, I had nowhere to hide.

Running into the kitchen, I grabbed the first knife I saw. Thankfully, it wasn't a butter knife but the knife was only small. Still, it would definitely do some damage should I need to protect myself and at the moment, that thought wasn't far from my mind. Shadow stalked into the room, determination on his face and that was when I knew that something was going to happen to me, that he had something planned for me and that I wasn't going to like it.

"Stay away from me!" I told him, pointing the knife in his direction, never taking my eyes off him for even a second.

"Put that thing down before you hurt yourself." He snapped.

"Get back!" I said as he took another step towards me, leaving only a small distance between us now. Even though I had a weapon firmly in my grasp, I didn't feel safe at all. I knew that Shadow was intent on hurting me to some extent and I was determined not to let that happen.

"You know, you've been a real pain in my arse ever since I brought you here. I should have killed you that night rather than bring you here. I don't know what I was thinking but don't worry, I'll rectify that soon enough." He spoke, his eyes glittering dangerously in the light. I gulped, fear dominating my body as I almost dropped the knife I held.

"You think you can beat me?" He asked, a smirk on his face. "You think you have what it takes to kill me?"

"Get back!" I repeated, dodging out of the way as he was so close that he could have grabbed me if he'd taken the opportunity. I felt like I was a scared little mouse and he was the big, bad wolf. He was the predator and I was the prey.

"I would like to see you try." He said, smirking still. He was clearly amused by this situation.

Whatever he was trying to achieve by taunting me the way he was, I only knew one thing. I was going to die unless I did something about it. When he reached out to grab hold of my arm, presumably to take the knife from me, I lunged forward at the same time. Fuelled by the adrenaline that ran through my veins, knowing he would kill me, I knew that I had to act first - and fast - so I did. 

Hearing the gasp that followed seconds after told me that I had hit my mark; Shadow. One glance down told me that. The knife was lodged into his right hand side and the sight of it was already making me feel sick. 

Taking advantage of the fact he was now in no fit state to chase me, I ran from the kitchen, all the way up the stairs and into the bedroom that I had woken up in, forming my escape plan.

I decided to wait at least half an hour, to make sure that he was dead. Not knowing how long it actually took for someone to die from a stab wound, I figured that half an hour would be enough time. Then, I would creep back downstairs and grab the keys from Shadow. It should only take a few minutes to get them from him and escape.