emerald's fall

chapter two

chapter two

The distant sound of a key opening a door stirred the restless girl awake from her nightmarish dream.
She was leant up against the cold brick walls that surrounded her, her eyes flickered open and with a gasp, she suddenly stood up and bolted for the door.

Grace placed her hands to the metal, she was like a caged animal finally being set free.
She screamed out for him— Ethan to open the door and embrace her tightly, but instead, when the door opened, she sucked in a sharp breath. Stood there was a bloodied, torn man. From head to toe were cuts, gashes and still-bleeding wounds.

"O-Oh my god..." Grace whispered.
With her hand shaking, she reached out and cupped his face. With a flinch at first, he quickly eased into the fond action. He didn't speak, but Grace knew he liked her bold move.
"Ethan... You're..."

Suddenly though, without warning he slipped his arm around her waist, pulling her closer to him and crashed his lips against hers.
She froze at first, but moved along with his actions, making sure not to hurt him.
Ethan brushed blood onto her already dirty clothing, his body was stinging from the pain but he didn't care.

He needed her.

He slowly walked her back into the empty room, and pushed her up a wall, with a grunt, he continued to kiss her passionately. Grace tugged onto Ethan's shirt, telling him to stop.
Letting go, Grace breathed, replenishing her lungs from the lost oxygen from the hot moment.
"Ethan..." She moaned out, sighing.
"Grace," He coughed out, "You... need to help me,"
Grace took her gaze and looked over Ethan.
"I've been doing something so right," he felt tears well up in his eyes, "but it's so wrong."
And that was it,
Ethan broke down. The strong, willing man broke. Grace felt hot tears on her neck as he leant down and rested his head there.

"Ethan," Grace pulled her arms up and wrapped them around him, one arm stretched over his back while the other softly patted his head.
"Everything's going to be fine... We'll find our way out of this," she spoke, her words gentle.
"We need to go back upstairs." She stated, and slowly she let go of the man.
"No, I don't want y' to see... what I've done." He grunted, his head hung low.
"You protected us both, there is nothing wrong with that, Ethan." Grace said.
"You will fear me, I'll become a beast to you.. Grace." Ethan insisted.
"No, because you saved my life more than once. I will never fear a hero like you." She whispered. Ethan gasped, and his eyes widened at her comment.
He entwined his fingers with hers, and he pulled her upstairs.

Grace was welcomed by the sight of many unknown men lay scattered across the house, all of them deceased.
"See Grace," he turned around to the girl, "I'm a monster. I killed all these men." He shuddered.
"Ethan," Grace was shocked- but she knew what he did was for the protection of her; the damsel in distress.

He turned back around, his shoulders slump.
"I'm your hero," he repeated her words. "This was for you." Grace's eyes widened.
"You need to go back to my bedroom." Ethan whispered.
"What? Why?" Grace looked up, and his head hung low.
"Go! Listen to me!" He shouted. Grace flinched at his sudden change of tone but reluctantly did it, making her way up to the bedroom she first found herself in. She walked in and closed the door behind her, and slumped down it, falling to the floor.
"What am I going to do?" She sighed, and pulled her hand up to her face and rubbed her eyes. She quickly tore them away, blood! She hissed.
Grace stood up and walked over the chest of drawers in the bedroom and pulled out a large shirt and a pair of tracks. She walked over to the bathroom and turned on the shower, stripped herself of the dirtied clothing and stepped inside, letting the hot pelts of water hit her.
After a short ten minutes, Grace decided to get out of the hot shower. She dried herself and put on the large clothing, she tightened the drawstring on the pants and let the shirt go down past mid-thigh.