The Unknown Elf

Prologue

IT WAS DIFFICULT to wait, wondering if they had discovered her as she crouched at the bottom of the stairs. Her muscles tensed as she listened, heart pounding in her ears. But the sound didn't come again. Perhaps it had only been residual thunder echoing across the sky. Then again, maybe not.

Taking a deep breath, she stepped onto the first riser, and waited. Nothing. No sound at all. At least nothing outside of the incessant drum of rain on steel, and the occasional drip from the pipes in the room behind her. The drops sent off a light ping as they hit the water, echoing in the cement cavity they'd called a room.

Tiptoeing, she let out her held breath and proceeded upwards. It was quiet in the dark. Too quiet. Pausing a few steps before the landing, she looked around. Trying to decide which way to go, she rubbed bleeding hands on torn, mud-covered pants.

Crates lay everywhere, with who knew what inside them. They were stacked from floor to ceiling, leaving only narrow corridors around the swaying stairs. Puddles of collected rainwater fell into empty rivet holes in the floor. She wished she dared lean against the rusted railing nearby. Age and misuse had twisted the metal. Some spots were so bad that a spider's touch would likely make them dissolve into a fine red powder. The railing didn't seem like it would support much weight, but there was no choice. Not if she was going to escape. Besides, she was small and pretty flexible. The last stretch, the empty stair, wouldn't last long.

She placed a hand on the tortured metal, but immediately drew it back. There was a sound, a click. She stopped breathing, despite her heart pounding like a bass drum. Someone was coming, but she wasn't sure if it was one of her uncle's cronies, or if it was her uncle. It didn't matter though. She couldn't stop, not now that she was so close. Taking another breath, she lunged past the missing step and made the landing.

Choosing a right hand passage, she slipped into the labyrinth of crates. All the while, she tried to control lungs that wanted to work like over used billows. She welcomed the near silence her bare feet left, even if it meant the slightest of bloody footprints remained behind. At least the constant downpour from above hid the slight sound.

A joist groaned from the unaccustomed strain placed on it. Bright light suddenly shown down from the huge steel girders that held up the roof as lightning arced across the sky. One of the giant fans began to whine as it tried to spin into life. The sudden breeze hit her face, bringing with it the scent of a particular brand of cologne. She knew that fragrance all too well, that awful, sickening smell.

Her heart almost stopped as she realized it would be next to suicide to keep going in that direction. To do so meant only one thing, that she'd accepted the end of this little game, this feeble attempt at freedom. It meant that everything she'd worked so hard for wasn't worth anything. And that her life was meaningless. Just like he kept telling her. She would not, could not, go back to that. Instead, she started to run, knowing that it was the only other course open to her, the only chance that her plan might succeed.

She saw another flight of stairs, one that led to the upper levels of the building. Making a desperate choice, she decided to use them, regardless of where they might lead her. Abandoning all caution, she broke cover. Bounding upward, she grabbed hold of the railing for balance, somehow managing to avoid slipping on the wet surface. It was almost as if a small stream of water came from the poorly drained roof. Speed was the only thing that could save her now.

He smiled from his position, hidden among the crates, realizing that her abandonment of caution tipped favor's hand in his direction. He signaled for his men to corner her off as he closed in for the kill. The thrill of the hunt rang in his veins. Taking a moment to load the gun clip, he made sure to release the safety. One way or another, it would end tonight. Either he would have his revenge, or he'd at least find a satisfying end to yet another tool. It didn't matter which. After all, there were other means and ways to reach his goal.

Panting and gasping for breath, she lunged at the steps, higher and higher until there was none left. There was only a hallway with dim lighting at the top. Smaller rooms branched off on either side. She ran down the corridor to the door at the end, hoping it was unlocked.

He was behind her by only a few stairs, sure there would be no escape. Even now, the rest of his men were dispersing around the building, inside and out. There would be no escape tonight, or any night, for that matter. He reached the last step and slowed to a walk, knowing there was nowhere for her to go, no place she could hide.

She wrenched on the knob, only to find it locked, and almost cried out in frustration. Fortunately, she remembered some of the things she'd been forced to do before this crazy plan had come into being. Relaxing her mind, she sent tendrils of thought outwards, coaxing the door open with her mind. Tumblers shifted and gears moved at her mental command. The door opened and she ran through onto the roof.

Rocks bit at bare feet as she stepped out onto the roof, smudges of tar clinging to raw skin. She didn't even think about the pain; it was all she knew anyway. Rain made everything more slick than normal. It took just about every ounce of her concentration to not go skidding over to one of the high skylights. She didn't want to crash through the glass to a certain death.

He followed her outside. His eyes were almost black, like some feral animal, breath coming out in pants like a dog. There was nowhere for her to go and they both knew it, unless she jumped. She wouldn't though. It was instant death. And even though he knew he'd put her through hell, there was no way she'd do something like that.

The abrupt ending of the roof was too close for comfort. She backpedaled and waved her arms as she tried to not fall over the edge. It was a long way down, several stories or more. And with a dirt landing that was usually as hard as cement, it was definitely not the best option. Thankfully, there was a ladder further down, if she could get to it.

"Don't even think about it," he said, reading the direction of her body movement. He noted the presence of the fire ladder from the corner of his eye. "You'll be dead before you get there it. Just come back this way, nice and easy. Come back to your room and I'll forget all this ever happened." He held the gun with one hand, steadying it with the other. All he had to do was squeeze the trigger.

"No!" she yelled in defiance as thunder cracked around them. Rain streamed down her filthy flesh and unwashed hair. "I'm not going back to that. I won't be your prisoner. You won't use me any more!" She trembled all over, remembering all the things she'd been forced to do. All the things that had happened since her parents had disappeared. "I'd rather die!"

"Fine." He brought the gun to bear as she ran towards the ladder and fired. Lightning lit up the sky with the sudden flash of ignited powder. It filled the night with an almost overwhelming intensity as the bullet sped from the chamber of the handgun.

The bullet struck just left of her chest, near the shoulder blade. She lost balance, twisting from the force. With eyes wide open in shock, she stared at the man who had taken everything away, her freedom, her family, and now, her life. Her feet continued to twist as her head whipped around, sending her over the roof's edge as thunder rumbled through the air. A scream of agony was forced through frozen lips, and then was silenced as the rain came pouring down.