Chapter twelve; Silent screaming.

Oh my god! I cannot believe this has twelve chapters already! Wow! You know the sitch right? I write, you read, you then review me! Well I've done number one, so the rest are up to you. But again; THIS CHAPTER IS NOT ABOUT LITTLE BUNNIES HOPPING AROUND IN SPRING. It is not going to be nice.

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As the tri-bladed knife descended towards her, Jane opened her mouth to scream, but found that her throat was so dry no sound would come out. For the first time she struggled in her chains.

The sight of Jane being attacked was too much now for the boys to stay in hiding. Will stood, arm outstretched and sent a wave of power into the minds of the hooded figures. They all collapsed, shrieking in pain. One however didn't. The White Rider swayed slightly but continued to push the dagger towards Jane. Barney slammed into her, stopping the knife going into her heart. Instead it sank deeply into her stomach. This time Jane did scream. Simon fell to his knees by her side and pulled off his shirt, pressing it tightly around the wounds.

"Get her out of these chains!" He screamed at Bran who stood, staring at the dark puddle that was spreading around her. He grabbed a dagger from one of the fainting men and reversed it, hitting at the one padlock with the hilt. The weak padlock twisted under his determined efforts and then finally gave when he kicked it with his shoe. He unwrapped the chains from the hooks in the floor and from around Jane's wrists and feet. He glanced up at her face anxiously; Simon's shirt was red with blood. Jane's free hands were clutching at the dagger, eyes wide with shock and pain. Will too spared a glance from his shield, protecting them. She had lost a lot of blood.

"Bran! Where are the Signs?" The White Rider laughed shakily from where Barney had trapped him on the floor.

"Somewhere you'll never find them Old One." Barney kicked them in the side roughly, silencing them.

"We have to go." Will said, the Dark was beginning to fight back at his command. Simon helped his sister to her feet and helped her walk slowly. She still seemed numb, unsure of what was going on, but tried to walk as fast as possible. Every step tore her wound a little further. Bran ran to help them, still looking around for the signs. Barney soon followed. Will was the last to leave, his strength waning even more as the men around him struggled to rise. The White Rider did manage to stand however, and as Will's attention was diverted, she cried out a harsh word in no language known to Men. All the boys found themselves flying through the air. Simon hit the nearest wall hard and felt the breath being pushed out of his lungs by the power of the impact. He looked up, dazed and bruised, to see Jane back in the hands of the White Rider.

"No!" He screamed, Jane stood very still, a bloodied dagger at her throat. Her eyes were wide with fear and Simon could see a thin line of blood begin trickling down her white throat. She struggled to stand up straight as more blood flowed down her legs from the stab wound in her abdomen. She was loosing far more blood than she could afford to. She was now visibly swaying on her feet as she tried to stop herself from falling on the floor.

Simon saw Bran's white head rise from the floor next to him and say something under his breath in Welsh. Simon didn't need to know a word of the language to understand that that was one of the vilest curses Bran knew. Barney was across the room, and, having recovered first, was creeping up behind the White Rider. Will had his hands full keeping the other members of the Dark out of the fight. He sat against a wall; eyes screwed tightly shut and face beaded with sweat.

Simon stood abruptly and yelled at the woman holding his sister captive.

"Let her go!" Bran realised why the older boy was putting himself in more danger and joined him in an effort to let Barney get to the pair in the middle of the room unnoticed. Will was keeping the others silent, even though the ones behind the mistress of the Dark waved and pointed to the approaching small boy. Barney halted a metre behind the pair, as Jane's eyes slowly closed in defeat. Her eyes snapped open suddenly as she felt a weight slam into her and then a hand pulling her away from the White Rider. She was suddenly free and stumbled away into Simon's waiting embrace. He immediately, watched warily by Barney led his sister away to the waiting jeep outside with John Rowlands inside, ready to take them back to the farm. Bran helped the Old One up and supported his exhausted friend as they left the old barn.

A horrible cry came from the building behind them, one of fear, despair and deepest hatred. They clambered into the back of the car, and found Jane lying on the main seat, a white bandage wrapped tightly around her wounds and a gauze pad pressed to her neck. She was slowly drinking hot soup out of a thermos and her face was slowly returning to its usual colour. She smiled weakly up at the two boys, having one hand held tightly by her two brothers that was the most she could do.

On an impulse Will leaned down and hugged her then sat back on his heels next to Bran as the big vehicle began rolling down the steep track.

"We did it." He whispered, "We did it, and you're safe now Jane. You're safe here." She smiled as her eyes flickered shut, her throat still sore she simply smiled and mouthed up at the low ceiling.

"I know."

I am really sorry for the delay in updating this, but I felt that this was a crucial chapter and had to be done right. Let me know if I did it right by reviewing me!