The room is as bad as the memories
When the food comes we're both exhausted and dying of hunger so we took in fast then slurp down our milkshakes, I have strawberry he has chocolate. Everything we ate was the same but slightly different we both ordered a burger I had chicken he had beef, we both ordered chips I had thin he had thick, we both ordered sauce I had mayonnaise he had ketchup, it was odd we were so alike and yet so different. I contemplate these thoughts for a while until were both finished. I look out the window its beginning to rain, how can such a good day, have turned so awful, we pay the waitress and leave. We have to pull our hoods over our heads as we run into the rain, a motel isn't far away and we decide to stop for the night and book ourselves into a room with two beds.
The room is damp and dirty and smells awful, I don't remember ever staying somewhere so bad, there's no heating either and the sheets are thin, the window is covered with grime and you can hardly see out of it, I haven't been into the bathroom yet but I'm sure it's no better. But there are two beds and we fall onto them and sleep well into the night. I have nightmares, I'm running through a forest trying to get away from them I'm screaming for someone named Andrew, it's a definite fear I'm feeling, its dark and something in the wood is after me, it has Andrew and I keep running then my foot gets caught and I fall, like in slow motion I feel the world tilting as it's all coming to an end. I smell the earth it feels fresh as I fall, I keep crying out for Andrew, but no one comes I pull and tug at my leg my ankle is stuck in some roots and I can't tug it free. I'm going to die I think as tears fall thick and fast around my face, I'm breathing heavily as something moves out of the shadows something huge like an animal, a Chimera, ready for the kill and on its back one of them, I hear my voice whisper "a Deamoneis" and a shiver runs down my back.
When I wake its cold and I'm drenched in sweat, I look over at Louis who is still sleeping like a baby, curled in a ball. I pick up one of my hoodies and put it over him to give him some warmth. I shiver as I walk into the bathroom, there's a towel on the side the man at the desk must have given Louis two last night. I step into the shower and let the water run down through my hair and over my face, droplets get caught on my eyelashes, I stand under the shower for a couple more minutes before turning it off and getting dry. I get changed and tie my hair back up, then walk back into the room. I look over at Louis sleeping so soundly I sit back on my bed and shut my eyes just for a second and take a breath.
When I open them again I feel metal wrapped around my wrists and my arms ache their chained to a wall that I sit by my head resting against the grey concrete blocks that make my prison, a table is in the middle of the room it is made of the same material as the walls and floor and someone appears to be lay on it, I can see their hand dangling off the edge of the table motionless. I seem to know who it is, I know it's the boy who I called out for last time "Andrew" I whimper, I know what they will do to him. I know who he is to me. His necklace is on the floor, his charm is decorated in red, the symbol in the middle is a sword, he was always the fighter, never letting go, till now. I put my head in my knees and hunch them close to me, loud footsteps enter the room, and I don't look up until they're right next to me.
"Ready to give in" he pushes me with his boot "you're fighting a losing battle, just give up"
That's when I notice there's no charm around my neck I must have hidden it, that's what they want; it's what they need from me. "I will never give in" I reply.
He pulls my head back, his hood is dropped and I see the full viciousness of his face, it was so pale, his teeth pointed, it had no nose , no place to breathe and eyes as dark as coal, this reminded me, they we're soulless.
"Well then, I better get started on loosening your tongue" he walks towards Andrew.
My eyes widen and my mouth goes dry, I can hear myself scream as picks up a dagger from his belt "which bit do you think would hurt the most?" he asks tauntingly. I become hysterical screaming and pulling at my chains trying to get close to Andrew as they plunge the dagger straight through his heart and at the same time I feel it pierce mine. It's as though someone else took control of my body and as I pulled at my chains for the final time they loosened and was ripped off the wall.
The Deamoneis looked shocked staring at me as I ran at him then his instincts kicked in pushing me back I few across the room and hit the opposite wall, I was in pain but I felt as though I was possessed. As I pulled myself up out of the debris of the wall and picked up a chunk of the wall and hurled it straight at the Deamoneis, he didn't move in time and was hit with the full force of the blow, he was unconscious but not dead. I picked up the blade from the floor not taking my eyes off the Deamoneis, I stab him straight through the heart and he disappears. That's when I decided I would never give up, I didn't look at Andrew, and I suppose I never knew that I would soon forget what he looked like only remember the scream he made, when he died.
I ran out the room and down the corridor, never looking back.