Rescue Me
Hi! I know it's been a long time but I started the story at a bad time, I had my end of year exams. * hisssss * But now they are all over so I hope to do a lot more writing a lot more frequently. Thanks for all your great help in the reviews!
Chap 3: Not again
She was running again. Always running, never ending, tiresome running. Why? Why was she running all the time? Him. He was always behind her. Always catching up and grinning that wide, evil grin he loved to scare her with. It only scared her because she new what was coming next. Pain.
Oh, how the pain never stopped. It was the same every time. Sharp stabs, white-hot burning and aches that could keel any adult over. Always the same. Knowing that giving up would mean even more pain, she carried on through the dark tunnel. Winding her way round the endless pitch black halls trying to find some mean of escape, some way of getting away from the plague that followed her. Looking back she saw him. Coming closer and closer, an evil cackle erupting his rusty throat.
Keep running running running ....
Light! A light at the end of the tunnel! This had never happened before. She ran faster and as she ran she could hear a voice. Not a rusty, sadistic sounding voice, but a calm, soft voice. A familiar voice that she couldn't quite place.
"Oooff!" She tripped, He had her! He was bringing more pain! More and more, the laughing, the evil grin, all on top of her. She tried to scream but it's no use. The light! Where was the light ? It couldn't be that far. It had been right in front on her.
What was happening? She was falling. Falling down and down and down into the pits of endless darkness that had emerged from under the tunnel. She screamed. It worked! She screamed again, louder and she realised for the first time that she was also crying. Great heaving sobs wracked her body as she fell into the great nothingness.
Where had the voice gone ? She put out her hearing and tried her best to hear that voice. That kind and gentle voice that made her feel safe and almost calm. It was there Focus. Focus on it. That's what it was saying to her. She tried harder and it was as if she stopped falling and the light was bringing her up again. She got closer to the light and a brilliant flash exploded before her, showering sparks which landed on the bed next to her.
The bed. It was a dream. Just a dream . She realised she was wrapped in something warm. Arms. Andrea looked up onto the tanned face the belonged to the arms of the kindly looking gentleman.. What was his name again ? Mark.
" Your alright, honey. It's all over now, your safe." Whispered the kindly old voice. Slowly Andrea began to relax into the warm embrace of Mark's arms. He felt so soft and safe. Something she could not remember feeling before.
" Thank you " Andrea whispered in return. Having got a response, Mark slowly let her go and wiped her eyes with one of his hankies. " Do you want to talk about it? he asked quietly. " Yes, but not right now. " " It's ok, you can tell me when your ready ok ? " She sniffed and nodded. " Good girl. Now try and get some sleep. You've got an early start tomorrow. " She laid back against the soft pillows and looked at him for a minute. " Would you like me to stay with you for awhile ? " Mark asked quietly, knowing that violent dreams on youngsters could leave nasty fears until put to the back of the mind.
She nodded and smiled as he moved closer and stroked her long, dark hair. Before long she was sleeping quietly again and Mark slipped out of the room and made his way back to his own bed. Steve had been in the kitchen when the nightmare occurred and went to see his farther upon hearing what he had said to Andrea. " She alright? " Steve asked, once he found his father outside his bedroom. " Sleeping again. That's the second once tonight. Whatever happened to her I don't know but I have a feeling it's not going to be the last. " said Mark solemly.
Nodding Steve said goodnight and wandered back down the hall to the kitchen. As he past the guest room he silently opened the door and peeked inside. Andrea lay still, breathing softly and looking very angelic. Steve sighed and went to his own room for some undisturbed sleep.
Hi! I know it's been a long time but I started the story at a bad time, I had my end of year exams. * hisssss * But now they are all over so I hope to do a lot more writing a lot more frequently. Thanks for all your great help in the reviews!
Chap 3: Not again
She was running again. Always running, never ending, tiresome running. Why? Why was she running all the time? Him. He was always behind her. Always catching up and grinning that wide, evil grin he loved to scare her with. It only scared her because she new what was coming next. Pain.
Oh, how the pain never stopped. It was the same every time. Sharp stabs, white-hot burning and aches that could keel any adult over. Always the same. Knowing that giving up would mean even more pain, she carried on through the dark tunnel. Winding her way round the endless pitch black halls trying to find some mean of escape, some way of getting away from the plague that followed her. Looking back she saw him. Coming closer and closer, an evil cackle erupting his rusty throat.
Keep running running running ....
Light! A light at the end of the tunnel! This had never happened before. She ran faster and as she ran she could hear a voice. Not a rusty, sadistic sounding voice, but a calm, soft voice. A familiar voice that she couldn't quite place.
"Oooff!" She tripped, He had her! He was bringing more pain! More and more, the laughing, the evil grin, all on top of her. She tried to scream but it's no use. The light! Where was the light ? It couldn't be that far. It had been right in front on her.
What was happening? She was falling. Falling down and down and down into the pits of endless darkness that had emerged from under the tunnel. She screamed. It worked! She screamed again, louder and she realised for the first time that she was also crying. Great heaving sobs wracked her body as she fell into the great nothingness.
Where had the voice gone ? She put out her hearing and tried her best to hear that voice. That kind and gentle voice that made her feel safe and almost calm. It was there Focus. Focus on it. That's what it was saying to her. She tried harder and it was as if she stopped falling and the light was bringing her up again. She got closer to the light and a brilliant flash exploded before her, showering sparks which landed on the bed next to her.
The bed. It was a dream. Just a dream . She realised she was wrapped in something warm. Arms. Andrea looked up onto the tanned face the belonged to the arms of the kindly looking gentleman.. What was his name again ? Mark.
" Your alright, honey. It's all over now, your safe." Whispered the kindly old voice. Slowly Andrea began to relax into the warm embrace of Mark's arms. He felt so soft and safe. Something she could not remember feeling before.
" Thank you " Andrea whispered in return. Having got a response, Mark slowly let her go and wiped her eyes with one of his hankies. " Do you want to talk about it? he asked quietly. " Yes, but not right now. " " It's ok, you can tell me when your ready ok ? " She sniffed and nodded. " Good girl. Now try and get some sleep. You've got an early start tomorrow. " She laid back against the soft pillows and looked at him for a minute. " Would you like me to stay with you for awhile ? " Mark asked quietly, knowing that violent dreams on youngsters could leave nasty fears until put to the back of the mind.
She nodded and smiled as he moved closer and stroked her long, dark hair. Before long she was sleeping quietly again and Mark slipped out of the room and made his way back to his own bed. Steve had been in the kitchen when the nightmare occurred and went to see his farther upon hearing what he had said to Andrea. " She alright? " Steve asked, once he found his father outside his bedroom. " Sleeping again. That's the second once tonight. Whatever happened to her I don't know but I have a feeling it's not going to be the last. " said Mark solemly.
Nodding Steve said goodnight and wandered back down the hall to the kitchen. As he past the guest room he silently opened the door and peeked inside. Andrea lay still, breathing softly and looking very angelic. Steve sighed and went to his own room for some undisturbed sleep.