Treason

Seven

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Chapter Songs:

The Trooper- Iron Maiden

Down With The Sickness- Disturbed

Before I Forget- Slipknot

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I couldn't move.

The insane woman's wide eyed stare kept me locked in place. She let out a little giggle, her creepy grin widening more.

Where is Daniel? If this is another test, I swear to god I will kill him if I live. I glance quickly to where he was standing, but see only trees and grass, no trace of him ever being there; that sneaky bastard. I stifle a curse. He had better be planning a sneak attack or something to kill this psycho. Otherwise, I'm completely defenseless and an easy kill.

I have no weapon on me but my bare hands. That's nothing to her knife. Maybe there's a stick I can grab... I look for one out of the corner of my eyes, not wanting to lose eye contact with the should be sane asylum patient.

She takes a step closer towards me, now only four feet away. My heart rate increases as I panic, vainly trying to assess the situation. I'm at a huge disadvantage, I could try to outrun her, but I don't want to turn my back on her while she still holds the knife.

She suddenly lunges at me, her grin quickly morphing into an animalistic snarl. Black eyes narrowed as she screams incoherently, about to land right on top of me. I roll to the side, instincts kicking in, barely escaping the knife plunged into the ground where my head was.

Her head swivels around to face me, holding an evil grin now, and I jump up quickly before she can get a hold of me; taking off running. Her mads scream seem to surround me, encasing me in her madness as she pursues me.

"You can't run forever, little girl!" She growls savagely, close behind me. I stifle a whimper, begging my shaky legs to go faster. I dodge trees, and the world in front of me goes blurry. There's no Daniel, no Treason. There's no direction, no plan or thought. Just survival. Predator and prey. Not so fun when you're the prey.

My breath hitches as I go faster, but my ankle gets snared in a large, ropy tree root. I cry out as my body falls to the ground, my face smacking the floor hard. I try to scramble up, my hands coated with dirt, when she rushes up behind me. She stomps on my foot, as I try to get up, crushing the bones in my hand.

An agonized wail rips through my throat, the pain rendering me speechless. I collapse back onto the floor gasping for air, clenching my eyes shut to block out the unbearable pain. Any plans of running vanish in the midst of agony. She twists her foot harder into the ground, forcing a strangled scream out of me. I sob, my shoulders shaking as I cry into the ground.

I couldn't even feel my hand, just this mind numbing pain that seemed to spread all over my body. Sending sparks of blazing fire up my arm, thousands of needles stabbing my skin.

"Aw, is the poor girl crying?" She asks sweetly. I feel the cool, sharp tip of the knife grazing my cheek gently. As if she were caressing my face with it. Slowly, she applies more pressure, almost piercing the skin.

"How about we turn your frown upside down?" She whispers in my ear, crouching down. Applying even more pressure to my hand. I let out a garbled screech, feeling like my hand would fall off.

The tip of the knife starts to carve into my skin, starting from the corner of my mouth and going up. I scream, and try to wrench away, but she straddles my back, grabbing my chin roughly between her bony fingers.