The Figure

The Figure

A Chapter by *Evelen*

I opened my eyes and stared up at Erik. My hands were still pressed to the glass and so were his. It was hard to believe that those days weren’t long ago. That we weren’t always being chased. I smiled sadly up at him. Oh, how I wanted to be in his arms. I knew that he was hurting as much as I was. It was hard for us to be away from each other for a short period of time, and we both knew that this wasn’t going to be short.


          I jumped at the noise of slammed metal and snapped my head to look behind me. There behind me was a tall figure covered in black robes with a whip twisted around his hand. My heart stopped.

                   BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!

          I snapped my head back to Erik, and watched as he pounded the glass. He even started to throw himself against it, trying to break it down- to get to me before the figure did. I watched him with frightened eyes. “Stop!” I ordered him. My hands pounded on the glass. “Please.” Tears trailed down my face as his knuckles started to bleed, and as he started to get weaker. Blood smears ran down the glass.

          Something grabbed hold of my hair pulling me backwards. My head quickly flew towards the cold ground making me dizzy. I tried to keep my eyes open to the blurry picture in front of me. The figure snapped its hand sending a sharp pain to my cheek. A warm liquid oozed from my skin. I brought my hand up to see what it was, and when my hand was in front of my eyes it was covered in blood. My eyes went wide with shock.

          “Erik…” my voice chocked out. I couldn’t breathe or move. I was frozen by fear, and that’s when I heard the glass shatter.

© 2010 *Evelen*

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Ohno! Erik!!!! Save her!

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