Where am I?

When Abby finally awoke she was in some sort of house in a bed. It was dark, and the only light was a candle on the table next to her. All she heard was a ticking, breaking the silence of the night air. She listened more intently as she heard a light swishing noise that sounded like a pendulum swing through the air. Abby knew what it was: a grand- father clock.

As she listened more, all she could pick up was the ticking noise of the clock, tick, tick, tick, was the only thing in her head, the only thing she was focused on. The only thing she heard until she saw something out of the corner of her eye.

She could barely make it out. The candle light was not strong enough to break through the dark shadows of the room. Abby then saw what it was when the flame from the candle flickered just right; it was a fire place at the foot of her bed. She looked even closer and on the mantel was many pictures; she could not make out what was on them. Abby then looked around and saw a door, and next to it was something that looked like a gun. She was now even more afraid because she did not know where she was or if the shape was that of a gun or not, but her nerves were calmed when the light flickered in that direction and she saw it was a broom.

When Abby looked at the other side of the room she thought she saw movement, but dismissed it and looked through a window. It was a full moon so she knew it was still night.

Abby was stunned by what she saw because the last thing she remembered was being attacked and dragged off. When she tried to sit up she felt the pain in her shoulder. She fell back down due to the pain, and she flopped down on the bed, making a woompf noise. When that happened a voice came out of the dark corner of the room asking,

"Are you all right? You need to be more careful."

"Who are you? "Abby asked, "And tell the truth."

"The truth," said the voice, "well, okay then, the truth. I was the one who tried to kill you."

"WHAT!" Abby yelled, "What do you mean kill me?" short pause, "get away from me, help, HELP!"

"Calm down, I am not going to kill you," he said as he walked towards Abby. When that happened Abby was kicking her legs and pushing with her hooves to try to get away but with no avail. He continued to talk, but still in the darkness, ""I have morals, I do not kill women."

Abby asked, "If you do not kill women, why did you try to kill me?"

"Because I didn't know," the voice said angrily, "It was supposed to be an easy job, but when I jumped you and hurt you it was too late."

"Well then," Abby said nervously, "Can you step out into the light?"

As the figure stepped into the light it moved up his hairy legs like a sun rising over a grass meadow. The slightest breeze made is hair move like water. His hair was a thick dark brown color. When the light reached his hands and arms, they were massive. His paws were as big as her face; the claws were penny's width thick and two inches long. When he was fully in the light, he was about two feet taller then Abby. But the face, oh that face was…. not what Abby had expected. She had been expecting an evil, harsh look; a battle hardened visage with storied scars; or even an angry look; but every expectation she had was wrong. The face was not evil, battle hardened, or whatever else she had thought of, but a calm tranquil face. The bear had no ravaged look, but a calm look or more of an I am sorry for what I did look.

He walked over to sit in the chair next to Abby. Abby was extremely uncomfortable with him sitting there, she still didn't not know where she was or if the bear was going to finish her off. Then at that moment, as if he could read her thoughts he stared to talk.

"Look, I know you must be afraid or wondering where you are, but please, I will not kill you."

"Then why did you try?" yelled Abby

"Look, I didn't know you were a girl"

"What does that have to do with anything, if I was not like this I would take you down, any day, any time," yelled Abby.

"Look, just calm down"

"Calm down, Calm down, you want me to calm down? You tried to kill me, then I woke up here in this place, I have no idea where I am and you want me to calm down?" Abby said angrily.

"Okay, you have a point. Now-" he was interrupted by Abby.

"Now tell me where I am and why I am still alive," demanded Abby.

"I thought you would never ask. You are in my home and I was hired to kill you"

"Who was it" Abby asked curiously, forgetting that he was an assassin.

"That is not important. Anyways, I was hired to kill you and had no info on you. So by the time I knew you were a girl I brought you back here." Just then he turned around and his ears pricked up like he was hearing something. That reminded her of the time Duke was helping Otis with a heavy load, and when the farmer called his name his ears pricked up, just like that. Duke ran away and it fell onto Otis' hooves and Abby took care of him, just her and Otis. But this was a bit different; it did not seem happy, but sad. The bear looked at Abby and said,

"You must go."

"Why," Abby asked.

"Look, I do not have time to explain, just go out through the back door," he helped Abby out of bed. Then Abby turned around and asked,

"Just tell me who hired you."

The bear look at the clock and then listened and said, "Okay, all he said was that he was an old friend from Otis"

At that moment Abby was pushed out of the door. She looked up and saw her bike. As she was riding off she heard a gunshot and hoped the bear was all right.

I hope you liked it. I will be gone for 2 weeks, so review.