The Im.Possible

Chapter 10: Lists

I remained positively still. Madame Zesta was a huge threat right now. Sure I can't die, but my parents did. There has to be a way to kill us off right? Otherwise how am I still alive with a beating heart when my parents are six feet under.

He gulped audibly beside me and I took a look at him from the corner of my eye and his knuckles were white from the tense way he had dug his nails into his palm. I watched as she stepped into the light. Her malicious grin was the focus as the light seared across her horrifying features. It was me this time that gulped and her gaze shot to mine. Her piercing eyes searching for something I wasn't sure of in the depths. I didn't like it one bit.

He, I had to find out his name, was staring back at her. Although he had muscle beyond compare, there was still a fear seeping through his eyes that I couldn't define. It looked unusual on him. He was always cocky or masculine, not letting emotion come across that easily. But then, I didn't know him well enough to judge.

Her pale, crooked fingers gripped the machete. Although she held it strong with a murderous and determined look in her eye, there was still the fact that her age meant her fingers shook and the blade shivered along with her hands as she battled to keep her hands still.

Then, out of nowhere her hand outstretched and she swiped the angry blade towards the guy beside me and I flinched, slapping my hands to my eyes. Although why I did that I'm not sure. It's not as if it helps.

Damn! Stupid child! Her thoughts were ablaze in my mind and I grabbed my temples, the pain of her harsh thoughts echoing through my skull. Death is near young Tara. She knew I could hear and I finally opened my eyes, looking for him.

An open gash had been sliced across his forearm but no real damage has been done. I rushed over to him and grabbed his shoulders, looking into his deep blue eyes. Are you okay? I thought, sending him a message. I kept my eyes on his and forgot about her. His eyes were strangely calming...

I'll be okay. Thank you. We should get her before she tries again. The look on her face tells me this isn't a mistake to her.

Okay. I closed my eyes for a second, leaning into him for support. Then I stepped back and turned to shoot her an icy glare. One which showed the fire in my veins, and the strength in me. She looked taken aback and I took the chance to ram my body into her, successfully pinning her to the ragged door frame. I could feel her ice cold skin beneath my finger tips and my skin crawled when I touched her. Something wasn't right about this woman, she felt off to me, like she had hurt me even though I'd never until then seen her face. The guy rushed past me into the house and I began to hear rummaging.

Somethings not right about her. I can feel it. Keep her there while I search. He thought and I kept my grip firm on her, digging my nails into her skin because she was putting up a fight. Her frail structure was letting her down though.

"What's the matter princess?" She spat at me, the fury of being held captive burning in her eyes. "Not get your way?" She let out a bitter laugh. "Mummy and daddy not there to help you?"

I pushed her closer to the wall in a sudden fit of rage. "How would you know anything about my parents." My face was inches from her own, glaring into her eyes, shooting daggers with mine.

"Oh," She chuckled, unfazed by the fire my eyes were igniting. "I know more than you think sweetie."

A deep growl rose from my chest as I looked on at her. My stomach was burning and I felt uneasy around her. 

Something's definitely off, I thought to him, she mentioned my parents.

There's some eerie stuff in here. Dead rats... Potions... Rubbish. She's a hoarder, anyhthing you can find. It's also sinister stuff too, she has eyes in a jar which have so much pain in them it's unreal. This is some scary stuff Tara. I heard a smash and hoped for his sake that it was't the jar he'd previously mentioned.