Alone 2

Chapter 9: The Fear

Rainy's P.O.V

I hold my breath as I watch the knife flip in the man's hand. I move my arm to where I can move it, and I try to break free, but he has his grasp holding me tightly.

"Shh, it's okay....." The voice strikes my senses. All of them. I close my eyes and imagine the smell, the way they look like, the feeling of holding their hand at night.

I open my eyes and feel Wagner's body against mine. I sink into his body and let out a small breath.

"You had me worried...." I say in a quiet whisper. He slowly puts down the knife and grabs my arm. His hand is cold against my warm arm. His lips brush against my ear and leave a burning sensation on my cheek.

He starts to stand, and he pulls me up with him. I turn around to see his face bloodied, and scarred. I wince as I can feel the pain of his face on mine.

He grabs my shoulders.

"It's okay, I'm fine." I knock his hands off and turn for the door. I'm about to open it when Wagner reaches for my shoulder and pulls me back.

"I'LL KILL THEM! You don't know how hard this hits me, imagine if you saw me in your position. You would wan a hurt someone just as bad as I as I wanna hurt someone!" He grabs me again and pulls me closer to him, to where my back is against his chest.

His voice comes close to my ear.

"I'll be okay, and so will you..." I close my eyes as I hear footsteps right outside the door. They stop right outside it. I hold my breath, but it's to late. The door is opening, and a man comes in.

The man turns and studies my face, I study his as well.

His freckled face, pale skin, the way he stands and pants against the door. When he bends down to look at me, I realize Wagner pulled us under a table to try and hide us.

"Hey there honey cakes." Wesley says. I cover my mouth, but Wagner is already on his feet, about to throw a punch. I reach for Wagner's arm, but miss and it goes flying towards Wesley's face.

Wesley falls to the ground and coughs.

"Wagner, stop." I say slowly, but he doesn't listen and starts kicking him.

"Wagner, come on, stop it...." I say again, a little louder than last time. Wagner still doesn't doesn't stop. Wesley is coughing up blood and holding his stomach when Wagner stops. I shove Wagner and he puts on a guilty face.

I feel the urge to help Wesley, but what he did to Firess, was horrible. Austin lied and said he had killed him, but he only tied him up and left him. Austin wasn't a bad man, I wonder if he's dead, where he is now.

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I put my face between my knees and listen to the sound of feet walking outside the door. None of them stop, only quickly, towards their destination. I shake my head to try and keep from falling asleep.

I shiver as Wagner's finger traces my spine. I knock it away, but only for both if his hands to wrap around me in a warm hug. I let out a little sigh.

"I can't do this anymore....." I say to Wagner, my face still in my knees.

"What? What's wrong?" He backs away as I lift my head up.

"The killing, the dying, the shooting and stabbing.....the fear."

Wagner caresses my face with his hand. His thumb strokes over my cheekbone and it sends a chill into my neck.

"I can't take it." I stand up quickly and head for the door that leads out of the closed room. I push the door open and see people all around me.

Not people. Monsters. Flesh eating monsters. The stalkers.

I know what I have to feel now. I can't feel fear anymore. I don't...I feel bravery. I will make it in this world, and no one can stop that.