Chapter Ten; Blood rituals.
Age rating really important here. Blood will be spilt and violence will occur. Apologies for the delay, but I'm having a really bad time at the moment, and am also not that well so that interferes with my writing. I will continue though, it may just take little time.
Thank you to every one who has been so understanding,
Huntress Diana
Will and Bran crept up to the dark barn, slowly, they turned and waved to Simon and Barney, Jane's brothers, who swiftly came up. It was the night of the full moon. Their rescue attempts had come to nothing and this would be their last chance before the belt of Signs, and Jane would be lost.
Jane herself was close to death, she slipped in and out of consciousness. Her ribs showed through her skin and she was covered in small cuts and bruises, some inflicted upon her, others self-inflicted. Her checks were marked with silent tears as the White Rider, still wearing the face of the one she had known as Blodwen Rowlands described in great detail the ceremony she was about to undergo. She was a shadow of her former self, usually brown with sun with neat hair, her skin was almost transparent and her hair was ruffled and clumps of it lay about the room; evidence of the pain she had suffered here in her small prison. Her usually meek nature now was silent, she never screamed. Her throat was still hoarse from when she had uttered her last scream, some twelve hours ago. She couldn't tell whether it was day or night; her window had been blocked up. But now a brush was being roughly dragged through her hair, her shirt was pulled off and a new garment took its place. Dully she looked down at herself. She was now wearing a long tunic that reached her knees, her torn and stained jeans and shirt lay in a corner.
The White Rider came into her prison once more, and she did not even flinch when a harsh blow landed on her back and a hard grip on her upper arm dragged her into a standing position. Her hands were roughly manacled together and she followed her captors from her cell for the first time since she had arrived a week ago.
The boys reached the barn a few minutes later, and entered through the small window, which led to the cells. As they pushed open the door at the end o the long corridor Simon cursed, Jane had gone.
"They have started the ritual." Will looked at the ceiling, "Up there." Together, they all ran for the stairs and, silent in rubber soled shoes, they hurried to save Jane. They found themselves in a large room, bare except for a series of white lines painted on the floor. Hooded figures stood against the opposite wall as the four hid behind a stack of boxes. Barney gasped as he saw a limp figure lying in the centre of the room. The whole room was blanched of colour, the only darkness in the room, being the brown of Jane's hair. She lay in the floor, hands and feet bound loosely by chains. A figure stepped over her limp form and smashed the back of their hand into her face. Both Will and Simon started forwards, only to be stopped by Bran and Barney before they could take another step, her head snapped to the side, a red handprint showing on her hollow cheek. Her eyes opened slowly and alighted on Will's face.
Her mouth moved slightly, forming a few words,
"Will?"
He nodded and mouthed back
"We're here to rescue you." A spark of hope flared in her otherwise dull eyes. It soon faded as the White Rider leant over her once more, pulling her up by the shirt, and brandishing a wicked, three-bladed knife.
Hee hee hee, cliff hanger. I'm evil. Review me and I'll try to update ASAP.