Spook
April 13th, 2011, 09:11 PM
"You can't go home." Her acidic voice hisses. The tears and the rain sting my eyes. I know she is much faster, and stronger than me, and I know I will never make it. The large black iron gate looms like a shadow above me. A shadow that I can chase and chase, but I will never catch it. She grabs me by the back of my jacket. I slide out of it, and my aching legs move on. My wet hair wips into my face, and water patters onto my clothes, chilling me to the bone. She is right behind me now, breath in my ear. "You can't go home." She says again. I keep running. Suddenly I stumble over something on the ground. I fall, but then a strong hand catches me. The hand then clamps over my mouth, and the dark figure pulls me into an alleyway. He pushes me to the ground, and starts tearing off my clothes. I try to scream, but all that comes out is air. He throws the clothes into a dumpster, picks me up into his arms, and begins to run. In my bra and underwear, the rain stings my bare skin. Suddenly we duck into a door, and we are in a warm, dimly lit cottage. There is a sink, a small oak table, a brown shag rug, and oriental paintings and artwork hanging on the walls. There is a desk in one corner with a heap of papers, and a small bed. He grabs a towel, and hands it to me, then gives me a large night shirt. "She would have smelled the clothing." He says. "Who are you? How do you know about her? Answer me!" I stutter out madly. "My name is Promethus. I'm here to help you escape. You couldn't have made it, kid." He said with a husky voice. "Well, aren't you gonna ask my name?" I ask him. "I know your name. Iv'e been following you for a long time." he says. My eyes widen. "What?" I say.
This is just the prologue. I'll write more soon.
This is just the prologue. I'll write more soon.