A Gruesome Task (On Hold)

Chapter 10

Chapter 10

Broken glass. All the broken glass, everywhere. Blood, horror, death. But it all came back to the broken glass.

The grandfather clock's arm was swaying, back and forth. The noise it made every hour was delightful and fascinating. It brought me joy. As I stood in front of it - it's greatness all I could see - my eyes were stuck on the motion of the joint, swinging. It was mesmerizing, a beautiful thing. And though it had stayed in my family for centuries, I knew it was perfect, not a tweak out of place. I lightly put my hand against the glass and gazed at it.

Just then, it imploded. The glass flew in every direction, and I didn't have any time to block its path before it came in contact with me. When it did, the result was not pretty. The glass cut through my skin, burning and tearing it. Leaving only droplets of blood to fall down. I gasped and fell to the floor. I started crying, my tiny eyes couldn't contain my tears. I don't know how long I stayed there before hearing the voice.

The voice. The voice that haunted my nightmares for years. That voice would be the death of me, I already knew it. My end would be caused by this wretched soul. What kind of creature had no guilt? No self-condemnation? What kind of creature could kill without a second-thought? What sort of hell was provided for them? I already knew the answer to that one. None, for they were granted eternal life.

"Don't be scared, my dear," it hissed. "There's no need to be afraid of me. I just want to help."

The voice itself had set a huge warning sign of in my head. I ran away on instinct. Like a gazelle running away from a cheetah when it first realized it was there. But it seems as though the cheetah's always faster than the gazelle. The faster I ran, the faster he ran after me. I turned down a long hallway and speed up. My feet were thumping against the floor with every stride. And though it seemed he should of caught me by now, I wasn't going to question my survival. A shadow suddenly appeared in front of me and I fell to the floor, screaming.

"Stay away from the girl, demon!" Someone shouted.

I looked up at the shadow that had spoken. It was the stable keeper, Atlantis. He was always so brave for such a young boy. In fact, he had just turned nineteen last week. I remember because I had some of his cake-

A smashing sound rose to my ears and I looked over to Atlantis, I realized why. That-that-that thing had taken a picture hanging on the wall and threw it on the poor stableboy. The glass burst into many tiny pieces and Atlantis' blood had splattered everywhere. I screamed and looked at Atlantis, shocked.

He was on the ground, immobile. His blood gently flowing throughout the room. I was shaking with fear, yet, I couldn't take my eyes of it. It was blood-wrenchingly disgusting, and I was crying with every being of my body.

I turned my head to look at the creature. He was just standing there, picture frame in hand, looking at the boy he had just murdered.

And you're next, my brain told me. My eyes widened as I continued to run down the corridor.

I wasn't sure where I was going, but as soon as I looked behind me and saw he had followed me again, I didn't really care.

Anywhere, anywhere but here.

I turned left and ran into a maid, causing her to drop her sheets.

"Oh, my apologies, Princess-"

I didn't let her finish. "Run," I whispered, tears in my eyes. I got back up and ran off, hoping she took my advice.

I kept running, even though it didn't seem he was coming after me anymore. Perhaps he took the maid. I sobbed for her, mourning her and Atlantis' death. I slowed down when I started seeing doors. I walked to my mother's. Father had told me she had gotten the fever, or some sort of illness. But I had no where else to go. I turned the knob and screamed as I felt something freezing on my shoulder. I quickly got in the door, slamming it on whomever had touched me. I locked it and started sobbing on the floor.