Die to Live *EDITING*

Snow

Snow Twenty-five

I heard a loud bang echo throughout the room before hearing a scream, a girl's scream. The white wall behind Justin was sprayed with vivid, red droplets. Justin's body crumpled to the floor, a loud thud sounding throughout the room as his head hit the floor, barely audible over the ringing in my ears. His legs lay twisted at an odd angle and his hand lay open, the black gun he had just used a minute before laying a foot away from it, bullet-less.

The girl was still screaming, but there was no one else in the room besides Justin's body and I. Is that me? My mouth is hanging open and I have to grab the metal cart in front of me to pull myself to my feet. My limbs don't want to work though. The sharp edge of the cart cuts into my fingers as I pull myself up, only to look over at Justin again and sink down to my knees again. I feel the warm streaks running down my cheeks but I don't care, they don't matter.

Justin's brown eyes are open, staring at the ceiling. He would look like he was pondering a deep thought if it weren't for the seeping hole in the side of his head. I hear a door open and spring to my feet, a man in a black suit is standing in the doorway, watching me through the tinted visor of his black helmet.

Ever so slowly, he takes a step towards me, resulting in me stumbling backwards to get as far away from this monster as I can. He stops but now even if I wanted to move, I couldn't. I have gotten myself trapped against a wall. I raise my small, shaky hand and glare at the man.

"Stay away from me!" My voice surprises me, I was expecting it to be quiet and shaky but it is loud and full of power. Tears are still making their way down my cheeks and I finally wipe them away so I don't lose focus on this man. He tilts his head slightly to the side and looks at me, reminding me of a killer out of a movie.

Shaking my head, I stare at him as he advances again, quicker and more hurriedly this time. "Stay the fuck away!" I keep my hand up but in no time the man is in front of me, picking me up and slamming me back against the cement wall behind me. I let out a strangled cry, pain shooting up my spine. Black spots fill my vision as the back of my head collides with the wall. I realize my feet aren't on the ground and blink several times to clear my vision, looking at the man.

He looks back at me and I began to kick my feet at him until my legs are flattened against the wall firmly by his legs. I start to use my fists and hit, pull, and scratch at whatever I can reach. I manage to get his helmet off and halfway across the room before the young man in front of me pins my hands above me and I scream. I've seen it in movies and on TV, this is how people get raped.

I scream for help, but my pleas are fruitless. I scream louder as he buries his face in my neck and I squeeze my eyes closed. I can feel bruises forming under where his hand is gripping my wrists. Both of my wrists and fit into one of his hands easily. I brace myself for any sexual action that might be coming, but none come.

Instead, I hear a growl in my ear, and a hand comes over my mouth. His chest smashes against mine, compressing my lungs and making it difficult to breath. Well, more difficult.

"Relax, sweetheart. I'm not here to fuck you. I'm going to help you." The curly blonde haired man whispers into my ear and I let out a whimper, struggling to get out of his grip. 'Helping me' might be his definition of 'raping me'. I shake my head when his hand tightens over my mouth, whimpering again. I look at the man, he looks annoyed. Impatience is resting in his dark brown eyes. Now that I think about it, his crotch is pressed against mine, and this man doesn't have a boner in the slightest.

Slowly, I nod and see him relax slightly. "You're going to go back into that room with all of your little buddies, but I'm not going to lock it once you're in there. You better not open that door otherwise you, and all of your little friends are as good as dead. Do I make myself clear?" I stare at him, confused. What is he talking about?