Renee falls. She dies. The end.......
Just kidding. No, I'm not THAT evil. Yet. Valarie is back.
Note: This is unedited. I was in school most of the day, and then I had homework, and....you get what I'm saying. It's also short.
Valarie
"Let go of me." My voice is a deadly kind of quiet, but he seems to pay it no mind as he adjusts his grip on the knife. It shines silver in the torchlight, a beacon that defies the shadows hiding in the corners. I nearly go cross-eyed attempting to keep my eyes on it as it moves.
As much as I'd like to end this right now, I'm no match for the gleaming weapon.
Well. I didn't have any knives before. Maybe I can just steal this one.
I snarl at him, twisting myself left and right. He's well trained, keeping his knife wherever I am. I have to admit it's impressive. He's still not prepared for the lengths I'll go for for Eva.
I back up, my hands scraping down the wall. Backed me into a corner, have you?
He has, Eva agrees, momentarily breaking through the barriers I so carefully constructed to block her out.
Quiet, you.
I finally find what I'm looking for- a broken-off piece of stone I quickly clench into my fist.
When he tries to circle me again, I hurl it at the back of his head. It hits, and I start counting.
One
Two
Three
Four
He falls to the ground after five seconds, unconscious, and I run forward to 'Borrow' his little silver toy.
While I'm there, I make sure he's alive. I don't know why I care, but I take the time to check his heartbeat and breathing. That's really all I know how to do, so I leave him there.
I do notice the trickle of blood that runs down onto his neck.
Real or false?
Real.
The ice climbs faster.
Real or false?
False? I don't know, I don't know-
I turn by back on him and start running, but it only takes me a minute to realize I have no idea where I'm going.
I'm hopelessly lost.
The ice keeps coming, and I crumple to the ground.
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