The Sweet taste of Vengeance

Chapter 3 Introductions.

                                                                                Chapter 3 

                                                                             Introductions

When I awoke, we were still inside the spacious van, the van that drove us to freedom, the van that drove us away from her...Sandra. I turned to face Marooney and John, but both were sound asleep, covered in blankets, and so was I. IT was in the drivers seat. Driving us towards what ever it is hes driving us towards, at the moment I really don't care. As long as I'm as far away from her as possible, as long as Marooney and John are safe, anything is okay with me. Now looking out the window, I realised that we were heading deep into the country, we must of left the city along time ago, as there was no sign of city life, we weren't even driving on a motorway, but the remains of cut down bushes and leaves.

Up ahead was a huge clearing the biggest, grandest house I had ever seen. It's walls were at least 20 feet tall and a brilliant white. With windows bigger than me, Marooney and John put together, the garden in the front was full of life, full of flowers I have never seen before. People were working in the garden, but looked happy and full of joy and love...love. The thought brings tears to my eyes, as...I'm afraid I have no one who loves me, as both my parents are gone, brutally murdered by her...her, the ghost I felt sorry for, the girls who's story would haunt you in your dreams, the girl who is a now living breathing woman, dressed in her heavily embroidered dresses. All the hate I have for her burns me from the inside, almost like it's eating me live. 

The van came to a rough stop, jolting Marooney and John awake. Both looked like they had just awoken into the most pleasant dream they had ever dreamed. John was constantly rubbing his eyes, and Marooney was, well, just gawping, with a satisfied twinkle in her eye. IT undid his seat belt and got out of the van, as soon as IT stepped out into the light, his features came into full bloom, he had a strong jaw with a thin moustache running between his nose and top lip. He had long jet black  hair that was tied back in a ponytail, and .... he... was about the size of a giant, he was huge, I'm surprised that I didn't notice it before, no wonder the guys van so big, he wouldn't even begin  to fit in a normal sized van, or car for that fact. It only took him 4 long strides to get around to Johns side of the van, and gently opened the van door. Marooney and John instantly began to back away from the massive figure, it quickly got to the point were I was struggling to breathe. IT noticed this and said " There's no need to be afraid, your safe now." His voice sounded like it was wrapped in velvet, so soft and comforting. " Come now, we need to treat your wounds." He slowly extended his gigantic hand. John slowly extended his and took hold of It . IT slowly wrapped his fingers around it and  gently helped John out of the van. Marooney was the next to follow allowing herself to be lifted and placed into John's arms, John stumbled a bit but quickly steadied himself. I was only now that I had realised that Marooney's legs were badly cut and bruised. IT again extended his hand, in order to help me out of the van.

As soon as IT had let go of my hand, an agonising pain struck me like a bullet, causing me to ark my back in pain and scream, my knees buckled beneath me, bringing me crashing to the ground. The burning, I'm burning, someone help me. All I could hear was my screaming, as my body violently shook, as my eyes began to roll back in their sockets. I could either feel lot's of blood or saliver running down my cheeks. Bloody hell, whats happening to me.

AS SOON AS HAD LET GO OF THE BOYS HAND HE SCREAMED, A BLOOD CURDLING SCREAM SENDING SHIVERS DOWN MY SPINE. HE ARK ED HIS BACK IN PAIN AND FELL TO THE GROUND WERE HE SHOOK VIOLENTLY, BLOOD BEGAN TO TRICKLE DOWN HIS CHEEKS, AND HIS EYES BEGAN TO ROLL BACK INTO THEIR SOCKETS. HIS FRIENDS RUSHED TO HIS AID, SHOUTING " Alex can you hear me, somebody help us." THE GIRL WAS ALREADY CRYING, THE BOY LOOKING PALE, PALER THAN HE LOOKED CONSIDERING HE HADN'T EATEN FOR 8 MONTHS. I WAS QUICK TO ACT, CALLING FOR THE GUARDS AT THE ENTRANCE WHO WERE ALREADY RUSHING TOWARDS US, AS SOON AS THEY HAD ARRIVED I BARKED. " Take these two inside, and feed and clean them, treat their wounds and get them to their rooms."  THEY WEREN'T GOING TO GO EASILY, BUT THEY WERE QUICKLY, BUT GENTLY TORN AWAY FROM THEIR FRIEND KICKING AND SCREAMING, THE GUARDS WERE SPEAKING SOOTHING WORDS TO THEM, TELLING THEM NOT TO WORRY, TELLING THEM THAT HE WAS GOING TO BE OKAY. I QUCIKLY SCOOPED THE NOW UNMOVING BOY INTO MY ARMS AND SPRINTED TOWARDS THE HOSPITAL WING, WERE I WOULD FIND OUR BEST DOCTOR, Dr VanChristensen Jr, IT ONLY TOOK ME A MINUTE TO GET THERE, STRETCHING MY LEGS AS FAR AS THEY COULD GO, KNOWING THAT I ONLY HAD SECONDS BEFORE I LOST MY GRANDSON. ALEX WAS SO STILL IN  MY ARMS, THAT I FEAR I MAY HAVE ALREADY LOST HIM.