The Spare To The Throne

Chapter 13: Bad Dreams & Meet Ups

The sound of leaves crunch beneath my feet with every step I take. The night was dark, darker than usual. An eerie feeling lurked in the atmosphere, fueling me to run faster.

"Nous devons la trouver! Quoi qu'il en soit, il faut la trouver!"

I quivered, as the blackguard's voice echo from behind me. Soon, the sound of multiple footsteps running fill the air, crunching leaves and twigs every which way. I duck, dashing in between two tree branches. Where was I running? I had no clue, but I knew I had to get away. I had to escape. Thunder boomed in the skies, sending a jolt of lightening to suddenly strike a nearby tree. I scream, and duck as the the tree tears in two, falling and hitting the ground with a loud 'BANG!'

It was unexpected, and I wasn't ready for it. I stumble back from the tree in fear. A shrill cry escapes my lips.

"Elle est juste là! Vite, entourez-la!"

I  spin around. I was now surrounded by blackguards. There was no where to run. Their faces looked masked in the dark as the men surrounded me in a circle, closing in the space by moving forward. Suddenly breathing became difficult, too difficult. I had to escape. I need to escape. Black was the only thing I saw. The forest was now seeming to shrink, enclosing us by every passing second.

"Please," I whimpered. "You have the wrong person. I'm not who you think I am."

But it was as if they didn't even hear me. I fell to my knees as I struggled to breath. The circle around me was now small, very small. I felt enclosed, trapped by these foreign group of terrorists. The only thing audible was their breathing. Fast and heavy.  Neither of them spoke as they continued to approach me.

"Please." I plead.

They all withdraw their gun, aiming it directly at me. I was stunned. How many of them were there? Too many to count. This was it, I was going to die. I felt as if I was choking. I didn't know which was going to kill me first, the lack of air I was feeling or the menacing men that stood before me.

Then, all of a sudden, they began to drop. One by one, each falling to the floor like a bird  that was flying then suddenly lost its wings. Like a sick virus attacking, the men fall and die. And then I knew. I knew exactly what would kill me, or in this case, who. As the last blackguard drops to floor, heaving his last breath, he finally reveals himself. Romeo.

My body suddenly turns stiff, my mobility hindered and paralyzed. I let out a shaky breath, more petrified than before. His eyes now resembled the night sky. Steely and dark. He was angry and I knew it. Would he kidnap me again or perhaps worse. Kill me? 

He crossed the space between us with long bold strides and before I could utter a word, he clasped both hands around my neck, lifting me up with ease. I choke, feeling my vision begin to fade.

His eyes were deadly. It was almost impossible to believe that there were once a crystal blue. He was beyond angry and I could feel it. Romeo was furious. He said nothing as his grip continued to tighten around my neck. His jaw was clenched, and so were his fingers around me.

"Please." Was the only thing I could muster as I finally slip into dark unconsciousness.

......................

I gasp, and sit up in bed panting. Frantically, my eyes search around the room in panic. Realization that I was in a hotel hit me and I begin to calm down.

It's okay Farrah, it was nothing but a bad dream.

I gulp and wince at the dryness of my throat. What time is it?