Avenge My Beloved

Chapter 1: Nightmares

I inched along the dark, tiled corridor hearing nothing but my heavy breath and the faint ticking of a clock nearby. The Universal Paper Goods Factory of Toronto was usually vacant at 2 in the morning save the night janitor or a few scattered employees, so I had no idea what I was doing here. All I knew was that I was running from someone terrible, someone vile. My blood felt red hot in my veins yet deep chills broke loose from the depths of my bones.

The only thing I knew about this place was that my dad worked here. I've only been here once, 3 years ago, on Take Your Child to Work Day. I'd rather been in school, that's how bad this place really is. There's a constant stink in the air that I could smell even now, the same as I remembered 3 years ago. The security for this factory was really low-class as well; the definition of safe in this shack is a combination lock and key. There were no cameras, no security guards. Plus this place was so old; it could have been the first paper factory in Canada.

I looked over my shoulder, trying to see if he was still following me. I couldn't hear his heavy footfalls anymore, so I decided to take this chance to hide. There was an open janitor's closet to my left, so I felt my way in. It was so dark that I couldn't see an inch in front of me. From what I could feel, it was very small with numerous buckets and cans scattered along shelves and laying on the floor. I pushed myself into a tight ball the corner and shut the door open to just a crack. I refused to make any sound let along breath as I strained to hear the expected foot falls.

About five minutes later, I could hear the echo of footsteps slowly marching down the short hall. My stomach turned as the brawny man stopped short right in front of my closet. My nerves frayed as he creaked the door open and flipped on the lights. It only took him seconds to find me curled in the corner. He smiled his twisted smile.

"There you are honey! Why did ya run away from me all of a sudden?" The terrifying man asked sarcastically as he stalked towards me with his hands outstretched and grabbed my arm to yank me up to his level.

"Let me go! Get away from me!" I shrieked as I thrashed against his iron grip. My arm was beginning to turn purple as his massive hands squeezed tighter around my thin arm. It was useless, there was no way out.

"This is the end, you horrible girl! You killed my only son, so you will get what you deserve!" He pulled out a knife and raised it up so it glinted in the fluorescent light, then before I knew it, the world turned black.

I woke up with a fright, screaming until my breath ran out. I gasped brokenly as I reached for my glasses to see where I was. Okay, I was in my bedroom, breathe breathe. I looked at my alarm clock. 5:27 AM.

I trembled in my bed until I could control my breathing. Once that was under control, I took a look at my arms where I remembered so clearly the old man squeezed them to death. Not even a bruise. That was a good thing, I told myself, which means that it was only a dream. Only a nightmare, I corrected myself.

I was still too shaken up to stay in bed so I decided to get up and move around. Good thing it was Saturday so my dad wasn't in the house. Ever since my mom died, all my dad could think of was me, me, me. He would have had a stroke if he ever saw me like that. I wandered into my bathroom, alert, yet dazed at the same time. My horrifying nightmare chills were starting to wear off, but I couldn't help wondering why I had that particular dream. Why was I in my dad's factory and why did I kill that man's son? It all didn't make any sense. Just a dream, I told myself again.

I groaned as I stared at myself in the mirror. My long blonde hair was up in tangles all over my head. I had huge bags under my eyes and my face was pale in the extreme. My frazzled, blue eyes kinda scared me they were so wide. I grabbed my brush and started yanking through the bush on top of my head. I finished quickly, brushed my teeth and put in my contacts.

When I walked back into my room, I picked up whatever shirt I could find out of my drawer. I honestly didn't care how I looked as long as I wasn't naked. I pulled off my pajama shirt and dropped it to the floor. A flash of white in my peripheral vision made me whirl around. As I looked in the long mirror on my wall, my jaw nearly dropped to the floor. No, this wasn't possible, what even WAS that? I examined my almost bare back in the mirror. No, no, no, I'm dreaming again. I slapped myself hard in the face in an attempt to bring me back to reality. I could see stars for a couple seconds, but after they faded, I turned back to the mirror.

The wings were still there. I had wings. WINGS! I was officially crazy. I yanked at one of the feathers on the massive obstruction, and it actually hurt.

And that's when I fainted.

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~~Catty~~