Song And Death

Run

The time just passed leaving her in the darkness of the attic. She wished if her mother could carry her with her lullaby lingering in her head. She tried to free her self, hauled, pulled but ut didnt budge. She breathed out quietly watching the door and to her surprise the door knob started to rattle. Was Janet here to take her to the master. No not so soon.
As she had trained she lifted up her mental wall and prepared to attack with her power. She might not give much damages but she could try.

The door rattled and opened and she hauled her little power to the figure.

" Ow. That hurts!" It wasn't Janet who came through the door it was a guy by his voice. He was covered in black clothes and mask and only thing she could spot was his brown hair escaping from his hood. " Who are you?" Iyzel moved away from him as far as she could.
" It doesn't matter. We have to get out of here. " He said coming closer to her.

"Who are you?" She repeated again.

" Trust me we dont have time. We have to run or else i don't know how i would get you out of here. That old hag is going to come up. And very soon." He ripped out the ropes as it was just a piece of paper.
Iyzel just looked at him dumbly.

" Follow me." He grabbed her by her hand and ran out of the door. It didn'tatter who he was or where she was going but sje just had to get out of here.

She had never been outside her room without sophie. Now something seemed different she was under ground and her room wasnt even an attic but a cell . She had been living in an illusion when all of the was a underground prison. Sophie had made her see this.

They ran ally after ally. A twist and a turn. Soon she could see the ray of the sun gently touching tue brown soil.

Then wheb the turned Janet atood there with a cup of coffee resting in her hand.

"Where are you going my young lady?"  Her eyes looked as if itself was on fire. All hair on her body stood on their ends. Shiver rean down my spine.
" Move." The guy whsipered in my hair and charged towards her without any warning.
Fire erected out of his sword. He swung it around and sweeped it across Janet. Janet ducked and used her invisible hand to push his sword away from her. Iyzel could see the sweat and fear in her eyes. Janet was afraid of him or was it the fire she was afraid of? She couldnt tell. He pushed the fire through her and she screamed and her face melted away only leaving a black figure with yellow eyes. The creature was livid with anger. It screamed which sounded like a screeching sound of a nail on the marble. Iyzel's ears hurt as if a needke had pierced through her ears. Her heart thumped ahe did not know that was the true Janet. A deamon in disguise.

" You little freak." She croaked. Then iyzel heard footsteps. Someone was coming they had to be quick.
Then a girl appeared from the dark. She was wearing the same black hood he was wearing and she wore a red braid.
" Ky we have to go, we are running out of  time." She looked at me with her blue eyes. " Come on.! This place is absorbing the power." Iyzel didnt know what it meant but soon she realized it too she started to feel sleepy and his fire was debilitating.
He looked at her and then me, he struck Janet on her head with his sword and sprang towards us. The girl grabbed Iyzel's and his hand. The last thing she saw was the fire was devouring the cave. She hoped it would be the last thing she would remember about this place.

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

The images of places flashed before her eyes and soon stoped. Then with a blurr she dropped onto the floor fainted by exhaustion.
Whn she woke up she was sleeping on the smoothest bed she could ever dream of. When she pulled her self up to see the room was colossal.
It was furnished and carpet  covered the ground, glass chandeliers hung on the ceiling, the wall was decorated with luxurious golden frames and paintings. In the corner of the room there was a black grand piano.
She loved piano, she hadn't played them for years but she could still remember the touch of the keys under her finger, singing of the melody in her ears. It was simply beautiful.
She strode towards the piano and click opened the cover. She pressed a key memories filling in her head, then another key, her mother thought her how to play sonata . Her fingers found their own way playing their song. Pianoshimo Soft, smooth and then to forte,strong and hard. She played forever not knowing it was already late at night. She clicked the last note ending the story of music and lifted her delicate fingers.

"Bravo!" Someone clapped from behind. She quickly turned. Thinking of Janet's cold hand which might grip her and tangle her down back to her cell but no it was a guy no more than 19. He was the boy who saved her. His eyes was dreamy and held a whisky in his hands. So he was drunk.
Iyzel was scared what if he hurts me for playing this, or was this illusion again? He came closer, he staggered towards her.
" That was good." His said his voice faltering." But it's better this way." He sat next to her, she froze. His long fingers pressing the notes, much better than hers. That was flawless until he hit the wrong note. He grunted and hit the piano. " Again, unforgiving piano." He slurred. He banged the keys harder, then lifted his hands again to slam it down.
" Don't." Iyzle said gripping his wrist. " Dont hurt it." He looked at her with his droopy eyes and smiled idiotically. " It's my house technically as my brother owns it. I can do whatever i want!" He said a little louder making her jump out of her skin. Was he okay? She thought, he was a little more drunk that she thought. He banged down again.
" Stop it Kyle." A firm voice said from the back. Iyzel turned her head and he looked no more older than 20 and his eyes was some how similar to Kyle's but he was taller and muscular and had tanned skin.

Kyle just slurped more whisky. "This is my house too." He repeated angrily.
" Pardon me. Hes drunk, let me take him to his room. Im so sorry. I'll come back in a moment to settle you down. " He took him away while she just sat there like a statue wondering what had just happened.

  He came back with a cup of  water in his hands. She could see they were brothers, they had similar features. The curved nose, their strong jaw line, wavy hair.
" I am sorry." He said. " I should have held him earlier. Too much whisky." He handed her the cup and she took it greatfully.
" It's alright."