ABN (Very Bad do not read this!!) (NANOWRIMO 2013)

Chapter 26

 “Like hell.” I screeched at her. I closed my hand around the blade of the knife and pulled it up from the padded filled mattress.

I bucked my hips knocking her off balance making her topple over to the side, my heart hammered in my chest as blood gushed forward in long rivers of blood. She flipped back over into a crouch spinning the small blade in her hand.

“When did you get so feisty?” She hissed at me.

The muscles in my hand began to shake and tremble as I tried to use it, the blade was stopping the bones and tendons from working properly. In a desperate attempt I placed the hilt of the blade in between my teeth and pulled.

Pain filled shudders raced down my spine the disgusting and revolting sensation of the blade sliding from my hand made me gag.

The agony was nearly blinding, and the shock was going to make me black out. Blood dripped down from my hand onto my face, it was hot and warm. When the blade slid free I screamed spitting it out onto the floor listening to it clatter around on the stone.

Laya lunged at me and I twisted my body kicking her in the stomach sending her flying into the tent clothe.

Some of the fabric tore as she fell dragging it down around her causing it to tangle. Ignoring the pain when I used my hand I grabbed the blade lodged in my shoulder and jerked it free watching dark blood well up and dribble over.

My head was beginning to get light with blood loss, I could smell the hot tangy scent of blood. My blood.

“Fucking bitch!” Laya screeched flailing wildly in the tangle of cloth.

I slid from the bed cradling my numb arm against my stomach, my blood dripping onto the stone with the soft pitter-pat of rain. My heartbeat thrummed in my ears deafening the world, the air felt exceptionally cold to me as I stumbled like a drunk man towards the bedroom door tripping over the small stairs that led up to the doors.

My bloodied hand left a smeared mark on the stone floor as I pushed to my feet praying to any god that would listen to keep me upright.

The sound of clothe tearing made me glance back, Laya had begun to slash at the tent that was collapsing around her. Her small silver blade flashing up from underneath the black.

“I’m going to make you eat your own intestines, tear you apart and make you watch!” She screamed pushing through a large tear she had created.

I pulled the door open cursing under my breath as the blood made the handle slippery and wet, but it still opened enough for me to squeeze my way out into the empty hallway. Where was Notari?

I turned around to star at the bedroom door covered now in blood hand marks smeared all across it. Tears welled in my eyes and I shook my head turning and stumbling down the hallway.

I couldn’t fight her, she would kill me if I didn’t do something soon. I needed Damien’s help, I needed anybody’s help. My mouth opened to shout or call out but my throat was to raw, my voice wouldn’t rise above a whisper. I had one choice, the only choice. He was going to hate me for it but it was his fault for putting me in this situation.

“Damien-.” I said before Laya tackled me to the ground landing with her knee against my back, “Salem.”

She grabbed a fistful of my hair lifting my head back exposing my throat I felt the sting of the blade pressing into my throat.

“O’Hallows!” I cried pleading something to happen.

Laya screeched like a wild animal disappearing from my back, the blade skimming along the flesh of my throat. I dropped back onto the ground coughing and wheezing as I fought to pull in a full breath.