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Will's POV
I woke up sweating from fear as yet another nightmare invaded my mind, it was similar to those I had been having recently. I hadn't always had them, these nightmares, but they started up again after I saw "Her." She was sitting on a park bench by herself, nearly gave me a heart attack! After all the last time I saw her we were 6 years old and were turning 7 in three months. It was a memory I never liked to think of, ever. I endured too much pain and horror that night, the night I she disappeared forever. It was still fresh on my mind from the dream, as if it had happened hours ago instead of years.
**The Night "She" disappeared (10 years ago)**
"Come on Will don't be such a chicken, it's only an old empty house" "No one's lived in it for years!" Catherine yelled at me with a mocking yet reassuring tone as I hesitated to walk through the gates that lead up to the old scary house.
Catherine had always been the adventurous young child, never backing down from a challenge. Even though we where shadow hunters and were already brave. I was still reluctant to follow her. Something about the house had always seemed wrong to me, as if it were waiting for something, or someone. My parents and Catherine's parents were all taking about something in the front yard, there was a party going on, it was Mr. and Mrs. Lightwoods 15 anniversary.
"Hurry up Will, my dress is gathering dust!" Catherine yelled at me again, and finally I gave up and followed her.
She had that affect on me, being able to get me to do things I normally refused to do, I guess it was because we grew up together from birth really, and we've stuck together like glue ever since. We always had each other's back and never went anywhere alone, like now at the old spooky house.
"I'm coming I'm coming just wait for me at the door" I yelled back signaling for her to keep going.
When I finally reached the door she let out a puff of air, as if she had waited hours for me. At first when we entered the house it looked normal, just like any other house. The curtains were blowing in the breeze as the wind from outside blew in from the broken window. Catherine had already disappeared up the stairs by the time I had walked over to the fireplace, which oddly enough looked as if it had been recently burning with fire. As I joined Catherine at the top of the stairs I noticed that her face was set in confusion and horror. As I followed her gaze to the living area below us I realized why. The entire living area looked as if a war had just taken place; there where claw marks on the walls ripping into the wallpaper, stuffing foaming from the couch and chairs and as I looked to my right I noticed streaks of blood stretching up and down a corner of the living room wall, as if someone had been leaning against the wall for support and slid down the it. And that's when I heard it, the noise that forever changed my life, and took Catherine's.
It was laughter, but not the kind laughter you hear from friends and family, no this was a cruel venomous laughter that spoke of death and destruction.
"Gotcha" it whispered.
That's when I grabbed Catherine's hand and ran for the door, but even with both of us running at top speed; he still caught up with us. At first he only stared but then like a bolt of lightning he lashed out, reaching for both of us.
Catherine let out in a gasp when his nails grazed her arm, leaving red claw marks of blood. It was then; we both realized he wasn't human, but a creature from the Shadow hunter world. As I punched kicked his left shin I grabbed Catherine and continued our escape to the door, screaming our heads off for help. It was only a second but that was all it took for the demon to grab Catherine by the ankle and yank, as soon as I saw her hit the floor I had managed to get the door open, but I didn't care, all I cared about was getting that filthy demon away from Catherine.
She was kicking and screaming and lashing out at him and it was a surprise that he was still holding on based on how well of a fighter Catherine was. The last thing I saw and heard was Catherine being pulled into the darkness of the once brightly lit house and her nails dragging across the floor, taking wood with them as they left scratch marks tainted with blood behind, as she yelled at me,
"RUN WILL, RUN!"
Which I did, reluctantly, and I was back within mere seconds, but it was already too late, he had taken her and disappeared from the house, along with a huge chunk of my life and heart. As I walked over to the marks she had left in the wood flooring I noticed something a little farther behind her blood streaks, where I was guessing he picked her up and disappeared. It was her green hair bow, one of many she wore every day to match her dress and keep the hair out of her face by tying it around her hair in a half ponytail. As I picked it up I realized it still smelled like her, flowers trees and grass as a result of endless hours of playing tag in the fields. I kneeled down in the spot I found her bow and started to silently cry at the realization that it was the only thing I had left of her dawned on me, and I silently swore to myself that I would find her, no matter what it took or how long it would take.
**Back to Present time**
As I looked down at my clenched fists I noticed I was holding something in my left hand, it was her green hair bow, the same one I found after she was taken. I had long ago been forced to stop my restless search for her when the Clave pronounced Catherine dead after 4 years of looking and asking questions.
I would still ask the occasional downworlder, and whenever I was about to drive my seraph blade through some disgusting demon I would ask about her and demand to know if they had heard anything, but it was always the same answer,
"She's dead"
and not a second later their reply would be followed with a sickening laughter as it sang in a venomous voice that she was dead.
Until that one fateful day, we came across a demon behind one of the old downworlder pubs, and just as I was about to kill him, he spoke the words I had been wanting so hard to believe, but couldn't. "She's alive" He whispered as he slid to the ground dying from what I hadn't realized, was my blade, that I had stabbed him with it by pure reflex during the moment of shock and what I wanted to believe, was truth.
Which was what lead me to believe that the girl sitting on the park bench was her, but before I could yell or run to her, she had disappeared, as she had in all my nightmares since then. But tonight's nightmare was different, instead of taking place in the old abandoned house where it all happened, it was in a dark/dungeon like room with chains attached to the walls, and in the dead center on the back wall was Catherine; sitting curled up in a tiny ball, with her arms wrapped around her knees as she leaned against the stone brick barrier that her ankles and wrists were chained to, her once bright blue eyes filled with joy, were now a dark, dark blue that spoke of only pain and torture, and as she lifted her head to stare at me through her hooded eyes, she whispered,
"Save me Will" in such a quiet and scared voice that the hair on the back of my neck was standing up and goosebumps were running up and down my arms.
As I rushed to her, she started to scream a blood chilling scream and the same laughter that belonged to the demon that had taken her was in my ear telling me I'd never make it in time, and no matter how fast I ran she kept getting farther and farther away until finally her screaming stopped and she laid limp against the wall, dead.
Which was at the point I woke up yelling, "NOOOOO!," and realized it was only a dream.
As I looked down at the green bow once more I realized my hands were still shaking, and I was about to get up and take a cold shower when Jem burst into my room with his seraph blade in hand, ready to attack. It was when he noticed that nothing was attacking me, that he lowered his blade and whispered/yelled to me,
"What the Hell Will, I heard you scream, what's wrong?"
And when he saw the green bow I was holding in my hands he whispered, with a look of understandment in his eyes, "How bad was it this time?" And just then a silent tear rolled down my cheek.
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