Chapter two- What if he'd never came?
Stephanie screamed as a fist smashed through the window, showering the carpet with glass. She stumbled back as the man started climbing in, glaring at her with blazing eyes, unmindful of the glass that cut into him. The moment one foot touched the floor inside the house Stephanie was bolting over to the front door, fumbling at the lock.
Strong hands grabbed her from behind. She screamed again as she was lifted off her feet and carried back. She kicked out, slamming a heel into his shin. The man grunted and let go and Stephanie twisted, trying to swing the poker into his face but he caught it and pulled it from her grasp. One hand went to he throat and Stephanie gagged, unable to breathe as the man forced her back into the living room.
He pushed her into an armchair and leaned over her and no matter how hard she tried she could not break his grasp.
'Now then,' the man said, his mouth contorting into a sneer, 'Why don't you just give me they key, little girlie?'
Stephanie barely noticed the tears streaming down her face.
'I don't know what you're talking about,' she choked
'Well then,' the man growled, 'I won't be needing you any longer'
The grip on her throat tightened and she tried to scream, beg. But he just squeezed her neck tighter and she choked.
She heard and felt the faint snapping sound as a bone in her neck snapped and then she felt herself going numb, and she couldn't help closing her eyes. She couldn't help knowing she was going to die.
She felt the man let go of her, and she slumped to the ground, tears running down her cheeks, trying to breathe. But her wind pipe was crushed, and she felt her lungs fill, probably with her own blood.
As she slipped away, she called out numbly for her parents. And then the blackness came, taking away the pain and she welcomed it gratefully.
Then Stephanie Edgely died, slumping on the ground, never becoming Valkyrie Cain, never discovering the world she was meant to belong in.