Tinderbox
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She tugged at the ropes.
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Pointless. Utterly Pointless.
"Harv, Just in case. I want to tell you something."
"Don't think that Rachel, they're coming for you!"
"I know they are but I don't want them to. I don't want to live without you and I do have an answer for you. And my answer is yes." She said the last words with so much sorrow. How could the meaning of her words be so harmful. She could almost hear his heart break.
Her Harv, her love, screamed on the other line. Presumably to a savior in dark coat. "No! No! Not me, why are you coming for me?"
She closed her eyes. Harv's last words were her death sentence. At least I will leave this world with style. It will be beautiful. An explosion to lit up the whole city.
Arms wrapped around her. A wet piece of clothing was pressed on her face. Her head started to spin painfully.
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"Beautiful Rachel." An unfamiliar voice sang. "My beautiful Rachel. Isn't it time to wake up, sleepyhead? You've been sleeping for a long time and you've missed so much."
Fingertips trailed up and down her neck.
Rachel's mind was extremely foggy. She forced her eyes open, to see... nothing. The light was too bright. After a few seconds, when her eyes had adjusted, she started to discover the place. Her back ached and told her she was lying on some sort of metal. She sniffed and her nose was filled with awfully smelling chemicals. The warehouse she remembered from before was definitely gone. She sat up and blood came rushing to her tired muscles.
"Where the hell am I?"
Her voice echoed.
She found only the metal table she was currently lying on was the only spot in the room that was lit up the room. Rachel was in the middle of a circle of light. The rest of the room was pitch black. She realized the room could be endless or a small box.
"Hello?"
Her voice echoed once again.
No box then.
She sensed a presence. Somewhere. Outside her field of vision.
A footstep.
She sat up and spun around, in a desperate attempt to face the attacker. A chill ran down her spine, making her backside cold.
"Who's there?"
"Ipsy wipsy spider!" Sounded a voice.
"Who's that?" Rachel demanded.
"Your soul mate." Came the answer.
"Reveal yourself then!" She said with a bold voice.
Light exploded before her eyes. She stared numerous reflections of herself. The room was not endless, but big enough to fit a small apartment. Rachel turned her head in various directions, only finding multiple reflections of herself.
"Look closer!" Sang the voice.
Rachel's heart stopped.
She stared into his reflection, a man she had never seen before. He looked plain, like the boring, beige neighbor you never really learned the name of. He grinned, revealing yellow teeth. A pair of goggles rested on his greasy hair. He moved forward with squeaking sounds from him his wellington boots and plastic pants. He certainly looked like the stereotypical mass murderer. Rachel turned around to face him. She fell of the table doing so.
Hurried steps across the floor. His face floated above her. His eyes were filled with a strange sort of... worry.
"Darling, did you hurt yourself?"
"Don't darling me!" She shouted back. Her fist collided with his nose, caught him off guard long enough for her to pick herself up. Rachel wasted no time and took the chance to knee him in the face.
He was up on his feet, too early to be human. She saw him chasing after her in the mirror reflections. His arms snaked around her waist. She struggled in his arms, as her own arms were being locked. His left hand grabbed her face.
"Stop fighting, sugar." Blood flooded down, his nose was clearly broken but he showed no slight pain at all. The man buried his face in her neck, sniffing her scent with his destroyed nose. "When you realize... my tinderbox" He murmured into her brown locks. "But not today, sadly."