Chosen

Part Two

As I rounded the top of the hill I felt myself shaking. I couldn't control  it. I had no idea what I was going up against. As I walked through the trees toward the building I heard a slight rustling noise behind me. I slowly turned around, my eyes straining in the darkness to find the source of the noise.  As I looked I heard the snap again and in the darkness I met another pair of glinting eyes. A tall boy with dark hair in a long button up jacket and hat stepped out of the shadows. I had to admit he looked very much like the stranger so I immediately became suspicious.

     The boy stepped out of the shadows into the moonlight. The silver light lit up his fine hawkish  features. He had sharp eyes that raked over my body. I felt exposed under his eyes. I felt as though he immediately knew everything about me. But from the past experiences I wouldn't be surprised if he did.

     "Are you from the village below?" he asked with a heavy British accent. I wanted to know where he was from not about me.

     "Are you from around here?" I countered. He shook his head slightly. "I'm going to the abandoned windmill. Want to come? What are you doing out here anyway?" I asked while I tried to get a feeling for him.

     "You shouldn't go up there. It's haunted." he said.

     "No, it's not. So do you want to go up there or not?" I started walking and turned slightly and saw that he was slowly following me. I knew that it probably wasn't the best idea to walk around in the woods with some boy I just met. In a way though, I felt a slight thrill to share this horrible trip with someone.

     "Why are you going up there anyway?" he asked quietly. I automatically became suspicious. What if he was working for him? I couldn't give him the most truthful answers.

     "I just like to go up there. It's not a problem. I find that it is a good place to think and sometimes learn answers to the hardest questions." Maybe if I spoke in riddles he would just be confused and not ask questions. He fell silent behind me. I turned to look at him and saw that he was muttering to himself. He was probably a little messed up in the head. That didn't make me feel any better about walking with him.

     I looked him over in the moonlight and studied his handsome face. I felt his eyes the most compelling. They were a dark green that seemed to shine like emerald cat eyes and went on forever. He had long hair that brushed his forehead and was tied in a small ponytail at the nape of his neck. He had a pointy nose and full lips. His skin was very pale in contrast to his dark clothes. He must have sensed me watching him because he suddenly looked up and met my eyes. I felt a small shiver run down my spine from looking into those eyes.

     I turned quickly and saw the huge form of the windmill looming in front of me and the single light burning in the window. I quietly and cautiously approached the door. For the most part it was a gaping hole in the side of collapsing building. The actual propellers of the windmill were broken and precariously hanging from the front of the building. I pushed the rotting wood aside and they young boy followed. I had made it a few steps into the building when strong arms came around me and I felt somethng cold and sharp against my throat. I began to struggle but what I realized was a dagger was only pressed to my throat harder. I turned my head slightly keeping away from the knife only to find deep green eyes staring back at me.

     "How dare you!" I sputtered. "I knew you worked for him. I was coming on my own and this is not neccessary."

     "I warned you." was all he said.

     Then I heard a creak on the stairs and the boy went stiff. I looked up to find a dark shape with a whirling cape around him coming towards me. As if to engulf me in the blackness. It was him. My worst nightmare.