Ripped Away

Chapter Three

Hannah rolled around in her soft, pink blankets. Her alarm started to go off as quickly as she hit it to shut it off. It was 8 a.m, an hour before her appointment with a client. She sighed not wanting to move from the aching and the pain her body was in but she forced herself to move. Once out of bed she trudged toward the bathroom, turning on the shower. Starting to strip, a face appeared in the mirror. She jumped back only to see nothing there now. She held her heart as it pounded through her chest.
"Get a hold of yourself!" She shook her head as she hopped into the shower and allowed the hot water to beat against her body. After washing her hair and washing off, she turned off the shower and hopped out. Wrapping a towel around herself, she walked out into her room to dress herself and fix her hair. She pulled on a brown sweater, light blue skinny jeans, and warm, brown, winter boots. She brushed out her hair and braided it into a fishtail braid. Once ready, she grabbed her huge sketch book and headed out the door. Walking to her car she would drop everything when seeing all the windows busted and the tires slashed.
"Who? Why?" She was shocked. Pulling out her cell phone, she went to dial her sister's number only to drop it when a picture of a child's corpse flashed on the screen. It busted when hitting concrete. That's when she noticed the silence of the neighborhood. No children laughing, no dogs barking, no traffic or conversations from a distance, pure silence. The neighborhood was like a ghost town. Backing up to go back inside, she ran into something, more like someone. Turning around, a tall figure loomed above her. Her blue eyes widen as the visible mouth curbed know a mouth. She started to back up but the car stopped her.
"Please, don't hurt me..." She would beg.
The figure just stood there staring. She took that chance to make a run for it but was knocked down when running into the figure. She looked behind her to see that he was indeed gone and now infront of her, but how? He reached out a boney hand and grabbed her shirt, jerking her up onto her feet. He leaned closer to her until he was face to face, Hannah stunned. He blew a cold and foul smelling breath into her eyes which caused them to burn. She started to scream in agony as they burned and her vision blinded. She rub both her eyes to ease the pain but it did no good. Suddenly the pain went away and her vision cleared. But instead of being in her driveway, she was in an entirely different place. It was dark, trees everywhere that made it entirely impossible to see the sky. Walking forward a bit slipped and fell on her butt, sliding down a hill. She came to a stop and stood up. Her jeans covered in mud.
"Where am I? Why is all this freakin happening to me!" She bit her lip as she screamed silently. Knowing full well she's stranded, no clue how, she started to walk through the forest in hope of finding a way out. As minutes turned into hours she ended up slumping against an old tree. She breathed hard from exhaustion of walking, her clothes were drenched and covered in mud. Looking up into the sky, she sighed seeing nothing but leaves once again. Suddenly a small figure ran past her giggling. It was a child. Standing up, she started to run after the child figuring he or she knew the way out. After running after the child for a few minutes, she soon lost sight. Looking around she stomped her foot at frustration. About to give up and just let nature claim her body, she saw the child standing a distance away. The child had a bluish tent to his skin, hair as dark as midnight, and his bright blue eyes glowed through the darkness.
"Lincoln?" Her heart fluttered at the sight him, he was a split imagine of his father.
"Hi, mommy." He giggled as he took off again.
"Lincoln! Stop!" She started to chase after him, sliding and running through thorns and into trees.
"I don't wike you..." He whispered as he ran.
"Lincoln, come back to me!" She yelled toward him. She kept chasing him until she came to a halt. A figure wearing a black hoody stood in the way of were her son ran. Only her son now stood at the figure's side.
"Lincoln, my baby, come to mommy." She crouched down to the boy's level.
Lincoln just giggled at her as he ducked under the figure and ran.
"Lincoln!" She started after him only to be thrown back toward a tree, hitting hard. She slid down, trying to catch her breath. The figure started walking toward her at a quick pace. Before she could react, it picked her up by the throat and squeezed. She grabbed both wrists struggling and wiggling to get free. Her face turned blood red from the lack of oxygen. The figure than threw her so far that she hit the ground hard and rolled. The impact fractured her wrist and arm as it turned an ugly blue. She screamed in pain while holding her arm and catching her breath. Looking toward the figure, she saw it was walking toward her probably to throw her again, trying to kill her. She quickly picked herself up and started to run from the scene. Thinking she was putting distance, looking back she saw the figure was getting closer and closer. She ran faster but it was futile. She then tripped and went flying down a hill, landing at the bottom of the hill. She quickly started to crawl, dreading to look back to see the figure was at her feet. Something hooked around her side and jerked her inside a hollow tree. Trying to struggle and get free, scared of what else was trying to kill her.
"If you value your life, you will stay still and silent." A familiar voice said.
Looking, she saw it was the same male from yesterday. About to protest, he covered her mouth with ice cold hands. Footsteps were heard outside of the tree. After a few minutes, the footsteps were gone.
"Good girl." He smirked while uncovering her mouth.
"Who was that?" She whispered.
"The one I warned you about. The reason you shouldn't have looked for your son."
"I wasn't looking! I was getting ready to go to work until all this happened! I don't know how the heck I got here!"
"You looked, you believed when you shouldn't have, your now a toy and he's enjoying every second of torturing you."
"Who is he? Why are you both dressed alike? Why does he have my baby?"
"You, miss, ask way too many questions."
"I want answers!" She demanded, tired of being left without any sort of answer.
"He is a very dangerous being which you don't want to mess with unless you wish for death." He smirked.
"Still doesn't answer my question.."
"He's sorta my boss but I tend to do my own thing. Such a waste to kill a pretty little thing like you." He would than tuck a stray hair behind her ear.
She smacked away his hand but winced at her badly hurt arm.
"Your arm?"
"I'm fine...I want out of here.."
"Sure thing." He than waved his hand which caused the world around her to change until she was back at her home, in her bedroom. She stared wide eyed at what he did only to back up until she fell off her bed.
"After everything you have seen your more scared of that? Silly girl." He chuckled.
"I'm done with all this! I feel like I'm going insane! All I wanted was my son and apparently that's too much to ask for..."
"Got that right."
"Why my son? Why me?"
"I can't answer that. I already did a boo boo by saving you from the big guy."
"I want answers!" She stood up but stumbled.
He than walked over to her and grabbed her wrist which made her yell in pain. She tried to jerk away but his grip was like iron. His hand glowed as the harsh bruising disappeared and the broken bones mended. He let go when her wrist was healed.
"How?" She looked her wrist over.
"Again you ask too many questions. I should be going." He walked over toward her bedroom window.
"Will I be attacked again?"
"Take the advice I gave the first time. Stop looking and stop believing. Listen to your mother or else start looking at coffins." With that he hopped out of the window.
She ran over to the window only to see he was gone. She frowned, determined to get answers and her son back.