Hello guys! I have no idea how long it's been since I last posted but I'm sorry for keeping you guys stuck on a cliffhanger ;;
I finally stopped being lazy and decided to finish up this part to post. Mystic Messenger and school have been consuming my life so it's really hard to motivate myself for anything else! Although, the fact I reached 600 followers recently is really awesome! I honestly have no idea how or why but I'm so happy! Thank you for everyone's support!
I won't keep you guys reading this silly note any longer so please enjoy and excuse my mistakes until I correct them!
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(F/N) couldn't move, her limbs were frozen with fear as her brother stood before her wearing a malicious grin filled with bad intent. She wanted to call out for Lukas, then he could run in and save her like a guardian angel; he could save her as he had done in that alleyway... But he wasn't here, and all (F/N) could do was cower in fear. Her brother took a step towards her.
"Why'd you run away dear sister?" He pulled a pocket knife out of his pocket and flicked the blade up; he pointed it at (F/N) threateningly. "I missed my little punching bag!" He laughed aiming a jab towards (F/N) that she barely dodged. She felt a sharp pain on her cheek; placing her hand to her cheek quickly she pulled it away to find blood. It's surely leave a scar, but that wasn't her priority right now. Her brother straightened himself and grinned; he was enjoying this, and he was enjoying it too much.
The next thing (F/N) knew, her legs were moving and she was running away from her brother. Her boots crunched against the soft snow and her breath came out in puffs. She knew she couldn't outrun him and her lungs soon burnt as they begged her to catch her breath and rest. Her brother was laughing loud enough for (F/N) to hear but not loud enough for it to attract attention. Suddenly (F/N)'s scarf was tugged and she struggled to stop herself from falling backwards. She didn't care that her air was being cut off and she couldn't breath, she didn't care that her legs ached so much it felt like they would fall off; she wanted to get back to Lukas no matter what. How would he feel if she died? Would he be upset? She didn't want him to be upset, she cared about him; she loved him.
With that, she felt even more determined to run free. She struggled, breaking free from her brother, though not before he jabbed at her with his knife. The (H/C) girl let out a soundless gasp as she felt a sharp pain at the side of her stomach. She felt numb and stumbled away. Her scarf was still wrapped around her neck but it was close to falling off; it helped her brother grab at her before, she'd have to drop it. Quickly unwrapping it while holding her side, her scarf dropped to the floor; her brother tried sidestepping around it, but he tripped over his own feet. He let out a grunt as he fell to the floor and growled, stabbing his knife into the snow.
"You bitch! Get back here!" He growled. (F/N) felt her lungs burning, her throat going far past being dry and her legs so tired she thought they'd give up. She refused to. Her coat was going red yet she didn't care enough to notice. She froze when she heard something even more terrifying than her brother.
CRACK
She turned around, her breathing erratic. Her brother had heard it too; more terrifying sounds of cracking echoed. (F/N) remembered. She ignored everything else and used her foot to wipe the snow off the floor where she was stood. To her absolute terror, she found she wasn't stood on grass, it was ice. They were stood on the snow-covered lake and they hadn't realised. Her brother hadn't stabbed at the snow in frustration; he'd resigned them to their deaths and had stabbed the ice, leaving it to crack violently. Her brother stumbled to his feet and ran off towards the safe ground. As he did the ice cracked more and more. It took (F/N) a couple of seconds to realise if she didn't run soon she'd fall along with the cracking ice.
She ran, but it only made things worse. Just as she reached the spot of ice where her scarf was, the ice broke underneath her feet. She didn't have the energy nor the time to grab onto anything. Instead, her body was hit with an insanely cold sensation that froze her limbs and made the deep cut on her side burn. Soon she couldn't move, even though she was desperately trying to flail her legs and push herself to the surface. Her eyes were slowly closing, and she could see her scarf floating in front of her. Blood mixed with the water and she could see it floating to the surface. Was the cut really that bad? Whatever.. She was dying; she was a dead girl.
"(F/N)!!" The water muffled her surrounding hearing but she heard a voice. Light flooded through the hole she'd fallen through and just before her eyes closed completely, she saw Lukas's figure swimming towards her. She smiled as she saw him one last time; the light flooding behind him and his blonde hair floating in the water, (F/N) felt nostalgic.
Even in her last moments, Lukas stilled looked like an angel to her.
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Guess who just left it on a cliffhanger again!
What will become of poor Reader-Chan? Will she be saved? Will her evil family finally see justice? Check back next time on Dragonball Z!
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