This, is a one off. Meaning It. Is. COMPLETE!
Sorry for any inconvenience, but getting a ANON review saying I hope for more or something was like... Hmmm.. (Thanks for the review regardless)
Yeah anyway.. Just thought I'd put that out there.
Tata, CHiKKA.
There Edward sat, motionless, tied to an old wooden chair. His mouth was covered in layers of electrical tape, and his face looked bruised and swollen, I didn't know skin could go so many shades of
purple. They'd caught him. I only just got away on his command. He wouldn't let me take the blame for this one. Even though I should be on a chair next to him. He was locked in an old shed, left to
die. Well so I thought. Four men walked in, with white masks covering their face and dark black hoodies covering any evidence of who they were. Adrenalin pumped viciously through my body. The first
person to enter held a pistol. Fear crossed Edward's face. My chest was aching, urging me to run. But I couldn't, I couldn't even move. The masked man walked up to my love and held the pistol to his
head. It was at that moment I'm pretty sure I stopped breathing. They counted down in Spanish from three then pulled the trigger.
Those three seconds were the longest of my life.
"Edward!" I screamed as they pulled the trigger, the gun was aimed at his head. The masked criminals turned at the sound of my voice. I ducked and started crawling the ground was cold and wet. I
had to get out before I was next. I couldn't get the images of his skull exploding from the shot out of my head. I couldn't get the sound of the pain in his scream as the bullet entered his head. I
couldn't stop the smell of burnt flesh entering my nose as they burned his corpse. It's only a matter of time before they find me and Alice. As a frown crosses my face I can feel the dry blood pull on my
skin. Tears started running down my cheek. I was my elbows crawling across the woods. Until it felt safe I wouldn't stand. What seemed like a lifetime later, even though it was probably twenty
minutes. I stood and ran. The images of her death wouldn't leave my head, the tears started to block my sight. I stopped running, trying to catch my breath. The warm air burned through my chest. I
slowly slid down the tree panting. It must be at least 4AM; the sun was starting to rise. I always loved looking at the beautiful colours on the horizon, but even the beauty couldn't stop the pain I felt.
My eyes slowly adjusted themselves to the sunlight. Is it normal to fall asleep in the forest…? To define normal would hurt my feelings though. I ran my hand through my tangled mess of curls. I got up
quickly anyway, it's dangerous to stay in one place too long. I walked through all the trees and bushes until I saw an opening of light. Okay so I'm out of the bush now, but I'm on the side of a random
road in the middle of nowhere. Oh how I fucking love my luck. I quickly felt around my vest on the chest to check my gun was still there, under the arm for my knife, the pocket of my jeans for my
phone. Ok so I had 18 texts, and 9 missed calls from Alice. After a few calls I'm in a black SUV with windows tinted 5 shades darker then what was legal. I was sitting next to my gorgeous best friend
Alice.
Some how, I think things are going to end well.