Chelsea's Smile

Chelsea's Smile [13]

Sander's Point of View

"KATIE!" I screamed, as I leaped down over the railing, crashing to the floor with the grace of an elephant in a china shop in desperation,  just before the woman with a riding crop could swing again at her and harm my love more. The thick, burning rope whipped around my arm, lashing into my flesh and burning into my skin while leaving traces of blood as it ripped away.

I lunged for her throat my hands out ready to  choke the life from her, eyes blazing, but the crop wrapped its way around my torso, jerking me to the ground before I could get more than a foot to the bitch. A little giggle that I recognized too well erupted from the woman's mouth, spilling out almost like silk.

"Oh look," She purred, her blood red lips pulling back to reveal needle like teeth. "Another play thing to toy with." With that, she yanked on her whip, dragging me along painfully, while giggling soft and bubbly. The whip bit into my skin after it had sliced my shirt open, but I gritted my teeth, not wanting to show the pain I was feeling that burned through my chest and stomach. I twisted slightly and saw the Katie was trying to stand, knees and arms shaking as she grunting in pain, blood dripping down her even paler face.

The whip released my waist as the woman gripped my hair, yanking me into a sitting position, hair pulling free of my scalp and blood dripping down my face. I glared at her, wishing I could shoot venom from my eyes, as she pushed back the hood of her black as night cloak. It was Chelsa, Satan's personal assistant. Shock shot through my body like morphine as I saw the awful glint that was in those same hazelnut brown eyes when my mouth was sliced.

"My, my, Sander," She purred, her lips twisting into a sick, twisted smile, "I knew you'd come by, but not so quickly." She yanked on my hair again, forcing me to my feet and turning me to see Katie standing on her wobbly feet. "Again!" Chelsa barked to her angrily.

"P-Please don't h-hurt hi-him!" Katie begged, her voice breaking and only just barely above a shrill whisper as she pulled up one bloodied sleeve. The sight under it horrified me; bleeding wounds and lacerations covering her whole arm from elbow to fingertips. "Th-that w-wasn't the dea-deal!" Tears fled her eyes, the look of utter pain and sorrow. A cut formed on her arm, dripping more blood to the large puddle of liquid under her feet

"I can do what I fucking want you bitch!" Chelsa barked back, holding me with a surprising amount of strength as I clawed at her tanned skine and screamed bloody murder. Tears flowed freely down my face as I met Katie's eyes, hers red and puffy, but a resolved, painfilled look to them.

'I'm so sorry,' She mouthed to me. Everything went into slow motion even though it only happened in a matter of seconds. She moved her eyes to Chelsa's, and she slit her own throat with her mind. My voice was caught in my chest as Katie crashed to the ground, her eyes wide open. I screamed out an inhuman sound of utter sorrow and denial, and bit down hard on Chelsa's arm, drawing blood. When she released me in a cry of pain, and I sprinted the twenty or so feet to Katie's body, hands shaking, knees quacking, my hert caught so high in my throat, I couldn't breathe.

"No, no, no, no," I cried, cradling her head gently, my voice just as broken as the rest of me. "Katie!" I screamed, rattling the rafters. I cradled her close to me, rocking back and forth, my heart shredding itself into a million pieces.

"TO THE CELLS!" The bitch witch screamed, as the sound of a thousand feet rattled the ground. I still clung to Katie, picking her up as blood dripped down my arms. A guard tried to take her from me, but when I looked up, shock and pain filled his own eyes and he let me hold her as he ushed me away down a corridor.

"W-why didn't you take her?" I asked as he pushed me into one of the disgusting cells. I stroked her hair from her bloodied face, closing her gun metal, glassy eyes to seem even remotly as if she were sleeping.

"If my wife died in front of me, I would kill whoever tried to pull me away from her," Was all he told me as he shut the heavy gate shut with a loud clang, turning his back on us. As the sound of the first iron door shut, I was left in pure silence, my sobs of sorrow seeming to rattle the ground beneath my feet.

Tears still leaked out of my eyes as I continued stroking Katie's hair from her face and kissed her forehead. Even in death she was so beautiful; pale as moon light, hair light as the sun with rusty sparkle from the blood. Her lips were already pale, her skin was cool as ice.

"Baby, please come back," I begged, my voice breaking. "Please come back, I need you, I love you," I whispered, holding her to my chest. My eyes shut and I fell away into blackness, nothing but my loves dead weight and the coldness to guide me away.

When I woke up, I didn't know where I was. This wasn't the cell I had fallen asleep in, and Katie wasn't in my lap. The room was light, and clean. There were red curtains hanging in front of windows and an intoxicating smell filled my nose and choked me. I tried to sit up, but I seemed to be paralyzed from my shoulders down.

"Well well, look who's awake," Purred a satin like voice from the corner of the room. Chelsa stepped into the dim light of the room and gracefully walked over to me. I noticed how short she was, maybe only five-three, five-four maybe? She wasn't dressed in her usually slutty clothes, instead it was a dress. A black, raven like dress that was a bit big for her on the chest. Katie's dress.

"Does it just look wonderful on me?" She twirled, the dress spinning in a small circle, the dress puffing out like a cupcake as she held it to her small chest. "So much better than it was on that slut you loved," I tried responding with a venomish insult, but my tongue was heavy and my lips wouldn't form the words.

She giggled and leaned on my chest, letting go of the top of the dress so it exposed her chest to me. "Don't even try sexy. I used a thick tranquilizer from the Lyrbras domain. You won't be able to move or speak for the next hour or so and by then, you'll be back in your cell, with that dead slut."

With nothin more than that, she did what she pleased to me. I won't explain in detail since I loath reliving it everytime I do and there is very nasty details. It sends sudders down my spine every time I think of it. I now understand why Katie flinches away slightly when I hold her close to me, or even so much as gently touch her arm. I didn't even want to touch anything because I felt dirty and disgusting. I almost started crying when I saw Katie, laying on the dirty floor, the stained white dress almost glowing.

I didn't look back as I sat next to her, tired and hurting still as if my heart was ripped open. The cold from the floor sank into my bones, the chill creeping up my spine like the hand of a ghost. My teeth chattered together and I slowly fell over onto my side, tears rolling down my cheeks as my head hit the floor. As my eyes slowly shut, I though, just for a moment, I saw Katie sit up before I fell into the darkness.

A/N: Sorry for the shortness of the chapter and the lack of writing. I've been pretty busy lately with all the homework and projects for school. But I am now back :)