When Bad Meets Worse

Chapter 10

A/N:

hey yall what do you think of the story so far? i was thinking of adding some romance into the story and its coming soon. just have one more event before it. hahah strange right. suddenly in the midst of everything throw in love. but thats kind unexpected so i thought "heck, why not?" but in the mentime, enjoy!

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I was running down a long dark corridor frantically. Flickering lights swayed overhead, giving it an eerie feel. My loose hair was matted with cold sweat and a strangled cry would escape my lips as I turned round ever so often to assess the situation. A young girl in a pure white satin dress, which billowed around her, was sprinting after me. She clasped a too-big gun in her hand. And as she ran, her face lit up in a beautiful smile warm with childlike grace and innocence.

She would raise her gun to fire a shot at me at random intervals as she chased me down the never-ending corridor. These never failed to graze my skin. I couldn't let myself give in to my fatigue and my empty hands were slick with sweat and blood. Our fast-paced footsteps echoed down the walls of the dim corridor.

After we covered what seemed like a mile, I tripped and fell face-first. With the momentum of the speed I was running at, I slid a few feet across the floor and laid sprawled there, head facing to the side. I waited there, panting, too exhausted to right myself. I anticipated the bullet that would end this as I stared blearily at the trail of blood and sweat I left when sliding across the hard linoleum floor.

A high-pitched scream was heard and I jumped up, landing with a fighting stance. I squinted forward and saw that the corridor ended with a black wooden door. The door opened smoothly and out stepped the young girl who was chasing me. Now that I could take a good look at her properly I realized that she was like a younger version of me, with dark brown straight waist-length hair and dark violet eyes. The sweet smiled that graced her face was now gone. Instead she looked frightened. The gun she was previously holding was nowhere to be seen.

As she stepped out of the dark room into the slightly illuminated corridor, I saw a blade at the girl's neck. Then another figure emerged from the black room. Contrary to the kidnapped girl, her hair was a pale gold, and her eyes were a much brighter violet. But, she, too, was dressed in white.

It was my mother, Joan.

I barely had time to shoot her a bewildered gaze when another figure stepped out beside her. This person was wearing all black. Not an inch of skin was visible. His face was completely covered by a black mask, so that he seemed faceless. A golden necklace with a glinting hollow circle as its pendant rested on his chest. He held a gun, the same that was held by the young girl, in his gloved hand, pointing it to my mother's temple.

My mother shot me a rueful look before the gunshot went off. I blinked at the loud noise and the young girl was gone. My mother was on her knees, head facing the floor and empty hands by her side. Thick dark liquid dribbled down the sides of her face; she looked like she was crying blood.

Before I was aware of it, my legs were bringing me forward, closing what little distance between me and my mother. But when I was reaching down to her, she vanished.

She was gone.

The only thing remaining was the blade she was holding a moment ago. I picked it up. The haft was ice cold.

A surge of pure hatred and raged brought my arm up and I started viciously stabbing the mask man over and over again. Blood splattered my face as I brought the stained knife out of his now-ragged body only to drive it back in.

I was blinded. All I saw was red.

Red...

Ripping away the cause for my mild suffocation, I stared at the red eiderdown in my hand. My body was entangled in the bright red fabric.