A/N: Almost done
Disclaimer: Do I really still need one. I don't own PotO. There
The Fops POV
I heard footsteps behind me, they were not however,
fast and uneven, but
measured and slow.
Erik.
I couldn't bear to think about it.
You do know you can't win, right?
I did. I just wish I didn't.
Maybe it won't be so bad. Maybe he'll let you go.
I did not know much about Erik, but I did know he was going to be the victor of this
battle.
Don't think that! You can win.
If I could see where I was, or where this maze was taking me I might have been
able to believe that.
Seeing as I was surrounded by the darkness it was hard.
The footsteps became louder.
I couldn't see him as he dragged me into the boat, lasso around my neck, but I knew he was smiling.
Then there was a bright light, and I knew I would soon be dead.
The last thing I felt was being thrown into the freezing cold lake.