Dancing With A God

Chapter 6

Chapter 6

Seven was ringing from the tall clock of a nearby town. Snow had started to fall again and already a thick blanket of white was covering the ground, making it difficult to walk and almost impossible to run. And yet, Debby Marsh was running, running fast even, even with that long dress of hers.  She was breathless, growing weak but she had to run. Run always faster. Because she was scared, terrified even.  She had said to no one what she had heard, keeping her anxiety for her, but she was panicking on what had come to be heard in her thin ears.

Please, please, be okay.  Thought she, biting her lip to the blood. 

And she arrived at the top of the hill, wet mud sticking to the lower part of her dress, walking slower by now, passing by the still swing and the agitated tree.  She had stopped abruptly, staring at every part of that place, staring even at the grass and at the sky, but saw no one. No animal, no girl, no Quinn Wellbone.

" Miss Marsh  ! Miss Marsh ! " She heard from behind and, turning around, she saw a panicking Sasha running towards her. " Where is she ?" He asked when he arrived at her level, breathless.

" I ... I don't know . . ." She said finally, turning away her glare with shame.   "I don't know where she could possibly be !" 

The girl she had sworn to protect had faded away and she had failed.  Quinn, even if she didn't remember,  had before seen Amanda at a dinner. Miss Marsh and her parents were close friends before she had to leave the town for her future orphanage. And she had preferred to keep silent that fact for a reason even though she didn't understand. 
But in any case, she had sworn to Mary, the mother, and Damon, the father, that she would protect their daughter with her life if she needed to.

"Miss Marsh ?" Called out in a whiny voice Sasha, his face deformed with concern and worry. " We should tell the police, right ?"

"I know but . . ." Miss Marsh started in a queasy voice, unsure of what to do next. "Let's go." She finally decided to say in a firm voice, her face devoid of any thoughts.

She had to help and save Quinn if ever she was in danger and no negative emotions were going to help her in her task. Sadness and pain weren't going to come in her way, she finally decided.

After all, she was Amanda Marsh, friend of Mary and Damon Wellbone, and she had made a lifelong promise to protect and love their daughter as much as they did.

That,  was a fact.

***

Wherever she was, it was freezing outside. She could feel herself being in maybe a car or a van as the wheels bumped under rocks and sand, throwing her to side to side of the trunk she was in.  She was petrified with fear at where she was nor what happened after these people killed that young woman, Eileen was her name she recalled inside her misery.  But after that,  they took her in their bare arms and they handcuffed her as if she was the criminal between them all.

But where she was being sent stayed a mystery for her and her sour mind. She couldn't keep herself for imagining amazing but dire scenarios of the future, such as she was going to be an experiment in a lab or put as food in a famished lion cage. 

"Shut up !" Ordered a gruff tone of voice as she started to cry and try to scream behind the cloth on her painful mouth.  "So stupid . . ." She heard the same man mumbled to the one next to him before falling back in a dreadful silence.

And so Quinn was left thinking at all the possible ways she could have flee. Maybe when they came towards her on the hill, taking advantage of her sadness and crying. Or even when that poor woman going by the name of Eileen was murdered.
Thinking back at that memory, it snatch a shiver to the young girl who couldn't get out of her head the image of the dying corpse, killed by the same people who took her.

And what if the same end awaits me at the end of that road ? She mused in absolute terror, opening even wider her eyes, obliviate to the fact that she could see nothing anymore except thin light. Her hands were shaking as she slowly started to realise that she was alone in the middle of the van, weak and with no defence for herself, surrounded by people who had murdered a woman cold blooded. 

Not taking it anymore, she started moving even more, making the ropes around her wrists and ankles  less and less tight, she screamed behind the cloth on her face, she kicked ferioucly the metal walls of the van, and she cried and cried in absolute weakness as air made it way in her lungs and out quicker than ever.  The ropes around her wrists and ankles snapped at one point, the kicks on the door of the van calmed themselves as she felt blood pouring down her bare feet and the tears stop flooding.

She couldn't, and wouldn't, die.

"Hey you !" A voice suddenly yelled as the noise at the back started to fade away. "Go and see what she's
doing !"

Quinn slowly stood up, forgetting the pain in her limbs.

"Bu-but Boss !" A second man stutters . "Slow down !"

She had made a promise to her parents, she shall avenge them.

"I wish to arrive quick !" An immediate response was heard in an even harsher tone of voice than before.

No matter the speed the van was going, she had to flee.

"BOSS !"

But Quinn never had the time to reach the door and open it.

On the nineteen of December,  when the sun was rising down, a van, not so big than a car, turned left instead of right. The fence of the road who helped to save many lives before was bent and broken and the van flew over a cliff before regaining gravity and it fell fell fell towards the ground. And then, a finale blow of fire who could be seen by the next town.

How many lives perished that dire day ? Three.

And Quinn Wellbone was part of the number.