Author's Note~ sorry it took me so long! I think I'm only going to chapter
twenty with this story. So yah. everything will be resolved soon!
A car's horn blared as I sped past him. I lost all focus, all reason. All I could think about was that I had to get to Morgan. I was so close, a half an hour away at the least. Every problem I had became small and left behind. The temptation to speed kept pushing me but then I thought about how screwed I would be if a cop pulled me over.
I was already in Canada. The traffic that I kept getting stuck in seemed to be the only thing that could stop me from getting to Justine's house in time. Morgan's last message came hours ago. I hadn't been able to get a hold of her since then. I feared that it might be too late.
If Morgan were hurt in any way I would kill Justine after inflicting the same pain. The moral part of me screamed, "Don't you dare do anything like that. take her to the council. Let the council deal with her." I'd lost my trust in the council though. They lied to me. Ciaran got away from them before they could act against him. If I gave Justine to them they would botch up in some way.
Welcome to Quebec, a huge sign said. My veins started to burst with adrenalin. I felt their closeness, only ten minutes left. I wanted to speed up, to get to Morgan faster. My foot was about to slam onto the pedal but then I saw a police car behind me. Calmly, I checked my speedometer. Thirty- five miles per hour and five minutes away now.
The squad car turned down another street. I dared not risk getting pulled over. Every minute was precious. Beads of sweat ran down my face. Keeping my moist hands from slipping off the steering wheel soon became an obstacle. I scanned the area I drove past, two minutes. I saw Morgan crying in pain deep in my mind. I didn't know if it was a vision or an illusion. One minute away. I could see Justine's house. Fuck it! I thought and my foot slammed down on the gas.
I sped into her driveway and ran out of my car forgetting to turn off the ignition. I forced open the unlocked front door. Justine's laughter filled my ears as she came out of her private library. "Seeker. You've finally decided to join us!" Justine's cheerfulness brought me a sudden urge of vengeance. I threw a crackling ball of witch fire at her and missed. It made a huge hole on her white wall.
Then I ran at her. She moved aside gracefully and I flew onto the wooden floor of her library. I lay on my stomach trying to recover. Justine came up over me and pulled my head up by my short hair. The pain I felt immediately got swept aside by what I saw. Morgan hung there before me on the wall. Blood ran from her wrists, her eyes were closed. Justine let go of my head, "Inspiring, isn't it? Artistic even."
My arm flew up into Justine's face. She staggered away from me. Her lip held a fresh cut. Bewilderedly she wiped the blood off onto her white sleeve. She charged at me with rage. I simply pushed her down. I grabbed my braigh from my pocket and wrapped it around her wrists as quickly as I could. Justine awoke right after I finished binding her. She struggled like a wild beast trying to get out of a net. Her brown puppy eyes stared up at me with the same hatred they withheld when I had used her true name against her.
I rushed over to Morgan, afraid to touch her. Afraid that I might possibly hurt her if I touched her or the things around her wrists. Blood continued to trickle from her petite wrists. I lifted her legs onto my shoulders to relieve her from the digging pain of the shackles. I shook her as though she was the most fragile thing in the world. "Morgan.Wake up." My voice whispered. Justine cackled crazily in the background. Tears started to stream down my face, she wasn't waking up.
A car's horn blared as I sped past him. I lost all focus, all reason. All I could think about was that I had to get to Morgan. I was so close, a half an hour away at the least. Every problem I had became small and left behind. The temptation to speed kept pushing me but then I thought about how screwed I would be if a cop pulled me over.
I was already in Canada. The traffic that I kept getting stuck in seemed to be the only thing that could stop me from getting to Justine's house in time. Morgan's last message came hours ago. I hadn't been able to get a hold of her since then. I feared that it might be too late.
If Morgan were hurt in any way I would kill Justine after inflicting the same pain. The moral part of me screamed, "Don't you dare do anything like that. take her to the council. Let the council deal with her." I'd lost my trust in the council though. They lied to me. Ciaran got away from them before they could act against him. If I gave Justine to them they would botch up in some way.
Welcome to Quebec, a huge sign said. My veins started to burst with adrenalin. I felt their closeness, only ten minutes left. I wanted to speed up, to get to Morgan faster. My foot was about to slam onto the pedal but then I saw a police car behind me. Calmly, I checked my speedometer. Thirty- five miles per hour and five minutes away now.
The squad car turned down another street. I dared not risk getting pulled over. Every minute was precious. Beads of sweat ran down my face. Keeping my moist hands from slipping off the steering wheel soon became an obstacle. I scanned the area I drove past, two minutes. I saw Morgan crying in pain deep in my mind. I didn't know if it was a vision or an illusion. One minute away. I could see Justine's house. Fuck it! I thought and my foot slammed down on the gas.
I sped into her driveway and ran out of my car forgetting to turn off the ignition. I forced open the unlocked front door. Justine's laughter filled my ears as she came out of her private library. "Seeker. You've finally decided to join us!" Justine's cheerfulness brought me a sudden urge of vengeance. I threw a crackling ball of witch fire at her and missed. It made a huge hole on her white wall.
Then I ran at her. She moved aside gracefully and I flew onto the wooden floor of her library. I lay on my stomach trying to recover. Justine came up over me and pulled my head up by my short hair. The pain I felt immediately got swept aside by what I saw. Morgan hung there before me on the wall. Blood ran from her wrists, her eyes were closed. Justine let go of my head, "Inspiring, isn't it? Artistic even."
My arm flew up into Justine's face. She staggered away from me. Her lip held a fresh cut. Bewilderedly she wiped the blood off onto her white sleeve. She charged at me with rage. I simply pushed her down. I grabbed my braigh from my pocket and wrapped it around her wrists as quickly as I could. Justine awoke right after I finished binding her. She struggled like a wild beast trying to get out of a net. Her brown puppy eyes stared up at me with the same hatred they withheld when I had used her true name against her.
I rushed over to Morgan, afraid to touch her. Afraid that I might possibly hurt her if I touched her or the things around her wrists. Blood continued to trickle from her petite wrists. I lifted her legs onto my shoulders to relieve her from the digging pain of the shackles. I shook her as though she was the most fragile thing in the world. "Morgan.Wake up." My voice whispered. Justine cackled crazily in the background. Tears started to stream down my face, she wasn't waking up.
