The Sweet taste of Vengeance

Chapter 2 Escaping Doom!

                                                                                  Chapter 2

                                                                             Escaping Doom!

All I could do, was just look upon it's dark face. Weighing  up the possibilities of it telling the truth, or it toying with  my desperate longing for being set free, as it still hadn't removed the knife from my throat. As if it had read my mind, it  removed the knife. It moved quickly towards the leaver, immediately lowering Marooney and John, who were both shaking violently. They had allowed fear to consume them completely. They both looked a real mess, and i'm certain I did to. The figure swerved and just stood there. Looking at us, with what i'm sure were cruel eyes. Then suddenly, it began to run at unimaginable speed, right at me.

It all happened so quickly that my brain could not compute what was going on. It moved with lightning speed, leaping at least 5 feet off of the ground, less than a metre away from us, flashing it's knife just above our heads, the faint sound of metal being cut, was all we could hear in the frightening silence. Less than 2 seconds later, to my surprise, the chains around my wrists began to loosen and fall with a thwack onto the ball room floor. This was followed by two other thunks, coming from my left and my right. I looked down at my wrists, sore from the constant rubbing of the chains, only to be greeted by two thick bracelets of ugly, purple bruises. I looked around to see if Marooney and John were okay, and sure enough they were, both were looking at their wrists. " We need to move quickly."  said the dark figure. It motioned to the door on the left side of the ballroom and instantly ran towards it. John was the first to follow, a bright spark of hope had appeared in his eyes, the same hope I had seen die with in him, when we first arrived in this God forsaken place.

It lead us through the corridors, passing vast rooms, all covered in dust and cob webs, just begging to be cleaned. Finally we reached the Atrium, were the portrait hung over the huge oak doors, our only root too freedom, but " IT " as I now call it as it didn't seem to have a name, did not even hesitate, it grabbed Marooney's and John's hands and ordered me to grab it's shoulders, and said. " You need to hold on tight and do not let go I repeat, DO NOT LET GO. As soon as we reach outside, run as fast as you can, and do not stop until I tell you to." IT rolled it's shoulders and then began to run with an amazing amount of speed, it almost got to the point were I almost lost my grip. I was about to let go when we suddenly appeared on the opposite side of the door, standing on the huge front porch.

As we were told, we continued to run as fast as we could, ignoring the pain from our ugly bruises and cut's. Just as we were about to run through the open gates of the estate, something grabbed me from behind, and violently yanked be backwards, sending me flying through the air, only to fall to the ground in a heap. The puppet quickly moved in, wrapping it's arm, tightly around my neck, pulling my to my feet, crying " HELP!!", the puppet was quickly dragging me backwards, back towards the house. I was beginning to find it hard to breathe as the grip it had on my throat, began to tighten.  

Marooney and John immediately stopped and began to run towards me, but IT stopped them, and pulled out what looked like a gun but allot bigger, and fired.The puppet fell to the ground pulling me down with it. I was to busy struggling to loosen the grip around my  throat, as it seemed to of died frozen in this position, to realise that IT was suddenly upon me, ripping the puppets arm from it's socks, flinging it a few yards down the pathway. I lay there gasping for air, as it flooded all too quickly into my lungs. I was then, quickly grabbed by the wrist and yanked  onto my feet only to then be instantly slung over IT's shoulder, who instantly began to run back down to the other's. In less a few minutes IT had over taken both Marooney and John, even with the addition of my weight. We ran through the iron gates, IT took a hard left and started to make it's way towards a Huge Black Van, with enormous scraps and gashes, running down it's body. As soon as we reached the Van I was quickly but gently put inside it, on one of it's seats closely followed by Marooney and John. Before John could close the door IT had already jumped into the front seat and started the engine, racing down the hill.

Marooney suddenly began to cry, and slowly maneuvered herself into my arms. This seemed to calm her, as her crying was reduced to stifled sobs. Not long after that, my exhaustion had finally caught up with me, as the darkness slowly began to seep in.