Disclaimer: Not mine.
A/N: I'm totally turning Grace into this wacked-out little kid, but there's a damn good and very disturbing reason coming up as to why Grace is like the way she is! I'm going away for 4 days, so I can't update in those days but I promise more after that!
Chapter 10
"Let go of her Grace! I'm warning you, you may be a kid but if you keep this up…" Grace looked around, her fierce dark eyes piercing into the doctors'. Her eyes flicked side to side like a wild animal hunting for its dinner, muscles coiled ready to spring away at any sudden movement.
Grace may be small, but she packed a punch, a wild, fierce ambition that she'd built up from her six months in the hospital. She called it her prison, where she was serving out her sentence. They'd never let her go; she knew that, not unless she talked. And Grace knew that wasn't going to happen any time soon. Grace shifted her grip on the young nurse, the butter knife inches from the woman's neck. The nurse looked worried, not so much afraid, but unsure about the situation. After all, a nine years old girl was holding her hostage, how sure could you feel about anything?
Grace wasn't that strong, but she held the upper hand here. She had the smarts to get out of this situation, she'd learnt from the best.
Grace eyed off the door, only 20 ft or so away. It's so close, all she had to do was make a dash towards it then she'd be free. She looked around and counted only four guards in various places around her, they wouldn't do anything to hurt her and they didn't see her as a real threat, she was only 9-years-old after all.
The four guards around her are tying to bargain with her, talk her out of hurting the nurse with her knife, but Grace didn't want to hear it. She was terrified and she needed to get out of this place. Now.
The nurse struggles, hissing colorful words at little Grace, trying to get away, but obviously a little worried about the knife pressing against her neck. Butter knife or not, those things could do damage if you wanted them to. The guards exchanged looks, one of them darting from Grace's view; she spun around then felt a hand grab her arm. Grace jumped, pulling away as hard as she could but in the process dropping the butter knife. Grace hissed and growled at the guard as she nurse stepped away from Grace.
"Mongrel…" she muttered at Grace, throwing her a dirty look.
Grace growled once more, the guard grabbing her around the middle. She trashed around, kicking her legs as hard as she could.
"Stop it kiddo!" the guard exclaimed as her bare feet came in contact with his shins. He lifted her up, Grace digging her nails into his arm violently. The guard cursed, almost dropping Grace. Her almost black curly hair dangling in her face, Grace making no effort to push it aside. Her dark eyes shone with tears and fear, but she stood her ground. She gave one last furious kick, the guard dropping Grace and wincing. She'd got him in the groin, the guard doubled over in pain.
Grace scampered aside, diving under chairs as hands tried to grab her from every direction. She had her back to the wall, trapped like a wild animal in a cage. Grace looked around for an escape route but she was blocked in every direction.
Suddenly the front doors swung open, a delivery man pushing a trolley filled with boxes entering. The guard that Grace kicked in the groin turned around to the noise, waving his arms around, "No! Quick, close the door!" he exclaimed.
But he was too slow, Grace sprung out from her place by the wall, running as fast as she could. She got to the entrance, the delivery man making a pathetic attempt to grab her, his arms swinging close to Grace. The delivery man reached out, grabbing Grace by the sleeve of her white nightgown. Grace growled again, diving at the man and sinking her teeth into his arm. He screamed at the top of his voice and threw Grace aside, her tiny frame skidding along the floor. She gasped for a split second then jumped out, making her dash for freedom.
Grace ran through the parking lot, swerving around cars and heading for the tree edge. The guard dashed after her, a shocked look on his face at the thought of this little girl could act so violently. Grace ran faster until she was deep in the scrub, out of sight.
She didn't stop running until she felt she was safe, taking a look around her. She could see the sun shining brightly through the gaps in the trees, but other than that the landscape was thick with tall pines and brambles. Grace sat down, rubbing the bottoms of her bare feet as they throbbed. Her white nightgown clung to her tiny body, sticky with perspiration. She stood up once more, heading off in the direction of the sun. It was past midday, Grace could tell that from the sun's position, but she had no idea where she was. She walked slowly until she regained her breath, pushing her dark hair out of her face.
Grace felt around her neck, it's still there, she thought with relief. She undid the necklace from her neck and looked at it. She'd always loved it, even though she had never understood it. The charm was gold, a delicate circle with a star in the middle, like two crossed over triangles. The Star of David it was called. Grace's father had given it to her when she was a few months old; he'd gotten it overseas somewhere. Grace had never asked where, and her father had never told her. Her father was an intensely private man and never told anyone more than he needed to. Grace didn't mind, she loved her necklace because it was pretty. That's all. And it reminded her of happier times…
She headed off towards the slowly descending sun, the Star of David necklace sparkling around her neck.
A/N: So what's the significance of Grace's necklace? R&R