Chapter 3: Reizure
"Thank you for finding her, I knew I could count on you, son." Ethan said
grimly, coming closer. I sat there, paralyzed with fear. I stared at Luke
and he looked bewildered that his father had entered the cottage, but yet
had a sickly smile upon his face. "Why father, I wasn't expecting you so
soon." Luke admitted as he took another small sip of his beverage. Then
slowly set his drink down. I watched as if everything was in slow motion. I
can't believe just a minute ago I thought this young man was attractive. I
would never find him attractive again. I swore on it.
Lukas set me up. Thats all that swirled through my head. What was to become of me now? I watched as Ethan came even closer. His eyes, bloodshot. He smelled of whiskey and another stench I couldn't quite remember. He held the long razor-sharp sword firmly in his hand. Then I saw something that made my stomach turn with disgust. There were blotches of red on the sword. Blood? I thought. What in the world?
"Well my dear, aren't you going to say anything? I'm sure you have plenty to say. Your father destroyed my family!" He bellowed, and almost in an instant he thrust the sword to the side of him, knocking down beautiful cups and platters that once sat neatly on a table. I flinched and covered my face with my hands and immediately started shaking. The memories. They came flooding over me. One by one. At first, they came to me slow, but then they played like scenes in my mind.
Memories of my mother reading me a bed time story. Memories of my father planting pretty flowers for my mother. Memories of Jonathon and I playing tag until we both collapsed in the woods with laughter. Memories of me playing with Tera in front of the warm fire while mother knitted. Memories. Then memories from the disastrous night played through my head. Over and over again. The pounding noise. The look on Jonathon's face. The men that surrounded Ethan Grisham. What Ethan Grisham did to my brother. The sick smile one Lukas' face. The fury spread over me, as if completing me.
"Wha.. what's she doing?" Ethan spat. I started shaking even harder. Rocking back and forth in my chair. My hands still covering my face. Lukas seemed to come out of a daze. He glanced at me, then at his father. Immediately he drew his sword. "What are you doing here?" he asked cautiously, walking slowly towards his father. I couldn't control the shaking. What was happening to me? The memories still wouldn't stop. Memories of the dreadful night kept repeating over and over again.
Ethan pointed the sword at his son's heart. "I knew you would save this wretched soul. For this I am thankful, now get out of my way or else. I need to kill Zoe and I will kill you too if I have to. Oh by the way having fun in your little kingdom? How is your mother and that half-man of hers?" Ethan laughed. His laugh. It rippled through me, causing me to shake even more. What was happening to me? I felt a few warm tears draw down my face. The tears sparkled like the sun casting it spell over the sea. However these weren't ordinary tears. They were tears of blood.
Lukas looked at me and dropped his sword. "Zoe! Are you okay?" he tried helping me sit up straight but to no avail, I sat slumped over, hands still over my face. "Your bleeding!..or are you?..are you okay?" He kept asking over and over. I tried answering. But his words turned over and over in my brain. Like they had little meaning and were simply tossed away.
"Just like that half-man of your mother's. Your always caring aren't you?" Ethan sneered. Lukas looked at his father in disgust and stood up. "He's no half-man. You are half the man he is. No. Even less. You disgust me. You are not welcome in my life anymore. Now be gone." Lukas whispered. Ethan's eyes grew large and his mouth twisted into an eery smile. "Well son, nice to know you.." Ethan turned around . Lukas sighed and turned to me. Ethan then shot around and thrust the sword into Lukas's back. I felt all this happen. As the memories flood over me, new ones approached. Ethan Grisham entering the cottage. Ethan speaking. Lukas's sick smile. Ethan's sword piercing Lukas's back. His face. Full of shock and horror. He stared at his father, looked at the sword. Then ever so slowly, slumped to the ground.
Lukas set me up. Thats all that swirled through my head. What was to become of me now? I watched as Ethan came even closer. His eyes, bloodshot. He smelled of whiskey and another stench I couldn't quite remember. He held the long razor-sharp sword firmly in his hand. Then I saw something that made my stomach turn with disgust. There were blotches of red on the sword. Blood? I thought. What in the world?
"Well my dear, aren't you going to say anything? I'm sure you have plenty to say. Your father destroyed my family!" He bellowed, and almost in an instant he thrust the sword to the side of him, knocking down beautiful cups and platters that once sat neatly on a table. I flinched and covered my face with my hands and immediately started shaking. The memories. They came flooding over me. One by one. At first, they came to me slow, but then they played like scenes in my mind.
Memories of my mother reading me a bed time story. Memories of my father planting pretty flowers for my mother. Memories of Jonathon and I playing tag until we both collapsed in the woods with laughter. Memories of me playing with Tera in front of the warm fire while mother knitted. Memories. Then memories from the disastrous night played through my head. Over and over again. The pounding noise. The look on Jonathon's face. The men that surrounded Ethan Grisham. What Ethan Grisham did to my brother. The sick smile one Lukas' face. The fury spread over me, as if completing me.
"Wha.. what's she doing?" Ethan spat. I started shaking even harder. Rocking back and forth in my chair. My hands still covering my face. Lukas seemed to come out of a daze. He glanced at me, then at his father. Immediately he drew his sword. "What are you doing here?" he asked cautiously, walking slowly towards his father. I couldn't control the shaking. What was happening to me? The memories still wouldn't stop. Memories of the dreadful night kept repeating over and over again.
Ethan pointed the sword at his son's heart. "I knew you would save this wretched soul. For this I am thankful, now get out of my way or else. I need to kill Zoe and I will kill you too if I have to. Oh by the way having fun in your little kingdom? How is your mother and that half-man of hers?" Ethan laughed. His laugh. It rippled through me, causing me to shake even more. What was happening to me? I felt a few warm tears draw down my face. The tears sparkled like the sun casting it spell over the sea. However these weren't ordinary tears. They were tears of blood.
Lukas looked at me and dropped his sword. "Zoe! Are you okay?" he tried helping me sit up straight but to no avail, I sat slumped over, hands still over my face. "Your bleeding!..or are you?..are you okay?" He kept asking over and over. I tried answering. But his words turned over and over in my brain. Like they had little meaning and were simply tossed away.
"Just like that half-man of your mother's. Your always caring aren't you?" Ethan sneered. Lukas looked at his father in disgust and stood up. "He's no half-man. You are half the man he is. No. Even less. You disgust me. You are not welcome in my life anymore. Now be gone." Lukas whispered. Ethan's eyes grew large and his mouth twisted into an eery smile. "Well son, nice to know you.." Ethan turned around . Lukas sighed and turned to me. Ethan then shot around and thrust the sword into Lukas's back. I felt all this happen. As the memories flood over me, new ones approached. Ethan Grisham entering the cottage. Ethan speaking. Lukas's sick smile. Ethan's sword piercing Lukas's back. His face. Full of shock and horror. He stared at his father, looked at the sword. Then ever so slowly, slumped to the ground.