"Oh god…Brianna…"
He was surprised his voice even made
it out as he rushed through the door, eyes wild, looking for her, anything
– expecting…
The worst.
Where was she, anyway? He'd
thought they'd make it obvious, put her in the first place his eyes would
fall, the moment he walked in…
He should have seen her.
"Brianna! Bri…"
That's when he saw it – faint on
the dark carpet, but still unmistakable.
It…couldn't be anything else.
It smelled like her.
Blood.
There was the tiniest, faintest trail
there, leading near the hallway, and suddenly stopping.
Too sudden.
And even though he didn't want to
admit it, he wasn't sure what had happened to her, even if…logic pointed…to
death.
It was then…
He wept.
-*-
Moving – hurt.
Breathing. Blinking.
It felt like someone stabbed her every time she moved, and there was part
of her that wanted to let go.
She wanted…to die.
But there was someone in her apartment,
she could hear something – footsteps, feel another person coming closer,
but stopping…
From where she'd been thrown in
her closet, she couldn't see who it was, but it scared her nonetheless.
What if…they knew?
What if those monsters came back
and decided to finish the job…?
At least it'd take away the searing
pain…
"Bri…"
Edge.
They'd said something about him
when they'd come, said he was a traitor, and that killing her would bring
him back to the way he'd been before, a savage monster –
Like them.
He'd tried to protect her, said that
he wouldn't let anything happen…
Wouldn't he die to see her like
this? The poor girl's bleeding…he'd take her in a second, kill her
in seconds flat…
Why do you think we're leaving
blood everywhere, little darling? Stirring up an appetite…
A whimper escaped trembling, bleeding
lips, and Brianna tried to push herself against the door, tried to open
it –
If she could get out, one of two
things could happen.
She could live…
Or this would be the end.