Key To The Blue Flame

Chapter 10

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Well I tried making my chapters longer recently, but maybe it's too much of a jump for you guys because you are accustomed with my usual 2 pages. But anyway i hope you like my longer chapters and if you don’t it's not gonna be like this on the regular... I think?

EnJoY

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It’s like time is at a standstill. Everything is moving in slow motion as I watch this creature lunge at me with those hollow black eyes, his wild body language, that scary sound.

I can’t hear anything but him, again like this morning my surrounds seem empty of people. I sit upright in this breathing nightmare feeling bare, feeling naked with my skin turning to ice itself. Snow becomes my enemy as it holds me hostage to its inequality, the sullied snow, unyielding and dirty.

I can’t think of anything, what should I do! What are my options? I pick up a solid piece of snow and throw it square at his face. I jump to my feet instantaneously not even caring if it hit him or not.

My feet are moving, my legs sprinting once again, my heart presses up against my skin in a painful way, my eyes unblinking

. Somebody find me! Save me. I twist and turn between trees trying to get to a street. A Slight light slips in among the trees and I stumble, the desperation oozing though my every pore, light the visual hope in all situations.

Panting heavily I make it to the dim light of a street lamp. My whole body gives and I cascade to the gavel. What is this? Where is everyone? Not a soul lingers in the street… how can this be? I feel so lost in such a familiar place

. My eyes suffer to accept as true, I sit with empty eyes. I feel so shook like a child without her blanket. I hug myself, my boney fingers insensitive to the feeling of my own embrace. My mind and body anesthetized. I got to get hom- the hair on the back of my neck raise and a deep shiver consumes my whole body. I start to shake; I know there’s something behind me.

He’s right there doing that irregular thing he calls breathing. What should I do, should I turn around, should I try to run again? I can’t do it, my legs feel crippled. Can I still even be allowed to be scared anymore?

I turn around and our eyes once again touch, His unyielding with a black unknowing about them and mine’s the contradictory with a defeat interlaced deeply in the center allowing no façade to present strength.

“Stop this! Who are you, what do you want with me! I never did anything to you.”

I never got to finish; I guess you can’t reason with someone who looks like they have no common sense and comprehension of the English language because he emits that sickening sound as if I’m saying something hostile.

He again lunges at me but this time I couldn’t go anywhere. I defensively raise my arms to cover myself but still I feel sharp abrupt tears at my skin. The agonizing poisonous feeling lingers even after the attacks, my blood seems to be bubbling like Peroxide to a dirty cut. The deep tears at my skin are made in a random pattern by my torturer.

Who could help me? Who would help me? This living dead thing is going to kill me. It’s all your fault, and where are you now, why, why won’t you save me?

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Obsidian Pov

Pristine cold water slaps my skin in angry beams like it’s trying to fight my skin. The water silences my nature and thoughts; it is a time to be absolutely by myself. I just stand soaking in peace-