Stolen

Chapter 22: Escapee

Your POV

Run rabbit, run rabbit, run, run, run. It was an old fashioned tune, but you found it slipping into your mind and being sung as you yourself ran. You were the rabbit running from that demon of a fox, scared and whittles. As soon as you left the grounds of the prison, which you quickly recognised as a Chapel, a surge of energy struck you, now free from those inhibitor chains.

It would seem luck was on your side for once as you were fully healed and regaining your energy. But the area was unfamiliar, a wood in full bloom, the sun touching your face for the first time in an entire year. Had you not been in danger you would have surely marvelled at the sight. You were sure that Mephiles would be after you, you just prayed Rosy would distract him long enough for you to find some form of civilisation, anything that could give you some hope of contacting Shadow.

Eyes darting about you saw a firn tree, firn tree, apple tree, firn tree then another apple tree. You weren't lost at all. As your senses finally caught up you remembered the trees by sight and by smell the scent, bird calls rang through the trees that could only be found in this wood. This was the country in which you grew up. Thanking your lucky stars you turned left knowing exactly where you were headed now.

Finding a path you ignored it running away from the track a stubbly building coming into sight, running around to the front porch you breathed at the sight. It was a worn down cottage, but it was more than that. It was your home.

"I can't believe it's still here..."

Panting you header inside the door being on the floor rather than its hinges, looking around frantically you had no time to reminisce the past, there had to be something here to defend yourself. A vampire blade, holy water, a cross, anything. But unfortunately there was no hope of any phone or landline, they would have been disconnected long ago.

Scrambling into your parents study you ignored the faded blood stains on the floor from all those years ago and the stale smell of the house, to find a cabinet, one that had always remained locked but was wide open overflowing with littered papers. Rummaging through the papers you knew if any weapons were kept they would be in here, as you had always been forbidden to open this cabinet.

Clasping onto a solid object you pulled it out seeing it was a brown leather journal, the pages yellow with age and uneven, flipping through you wondered if it held any secrets your eyes darting across the words transform, fire, ice, levitation, destruction... This was a spell book! So it was true, your mother truly had been a witch. 

You finally had all the answers but now you were more confused than ever, as you were clueless as to why your parents had never told you any of this. In the brief years you had with them you knew your father was strong and your mother beautiful, but never anything of their true traits.  

"Mephiles said I'm half witch... does that mean I could-

Instantaneously in a swift fist to the stomach your breath was beaten from you! Colliding with the desk it demolishing underneath you. His venomous spat at your crippled figure.  

"You vexatious creature."

Gasping you clutched your stomach amazed when you didn't feel any blood, but you quickly assessed there would be definite bruising. You glared up at him as he returned the same stare down at you like the predator his was, but he had several dents in his obsidian body leaking a purple fluid, Rosy had obviously been a challenge for him but you needed to focus!