Chapter Six: Your Worst Memory
Aragorn had set Kendra on her bed, trying to make her as comfortable as possible. Her hair was slowly becoming plastered to her head as she started to sweat. Aragorn quickly unbuttoned her coat and sat her up to get it off of her. Her body seemed so light and he held her as if he was afraid of breaking her. Once he had her coat off, he quickly pulled the covers over her. Kendra moaned and Aragorn placed a cool hand on her forehead. She quieted.
Aragorn quickly moved out of her room and located a servant. He told the servant to get him several things and he went back into Kendra's room. Her face had paled and it seemed that her breathing had become harsher, like she was fighting for breath. Aragorn knew that wasn't a good sign.
A knock on the door had Aragorn moving quickly to open it. Standing there was Legolas, who had the pot of hot water and Aragorn's pack.
"I thought you might need this," he said, handing the pack over.
"Thanks, Legolas," Aragorn said, quickly rifling through.
Legolas had walked over to the bed and stood there, watching Kendra. She had started to moan again and she was soon thrashing underneath the covers. Legolas looked at Aragorn in alarm.
"Hold her still, Legolas. We don't need her to hurt herself," Aragorn ordered quickly.
Legolas quickly sat on the bed and took a hold of Kendra's shoulders. She started fighting harder, trying to free herself. From the way she was fighting, it was like she was trapped in a nightmare.
She ran. The City of Domes had never been safe. Her parents had left her behind at the store. They had done this before, and she had always found her way home. They had never been happy but she didn't want to be separated from her twin brother.
A sound caused her to start running faster. She had stepped out of the store and had promptly run into a Mage gang. They were all wearing the typical trenchcoat seen on every Mage. They also had their gang symbol on the back. This group had a red eye on the back of their coats. And they were the most dangerous.
They had started to bully her and she had unwittingly unleashed a small amount of her power, causing them to fall back. This had given her a chance to run. And it became a game of hunter and prey. She could hear they're maniacal laughter as they chased her.
Her foot caught and she fell, scraping her knees. She kneeled there, trying to catch her breath. A hand grasped her throat, lifting her up. She stared into the silver eyes of the Mage leader. He had the red eye tattooed over his real eyes, giving him an insane look. She fought to breath.
"Aragorn, she's not breathing!" Legolas almost shouted.
Aragorn moved over to the bed, almost knocking Legolas off. He noted that her chest had stopped moving and he quickly placed a hand over her heart. His eyes opened in shock as he noted that her heart had stopped as well. Aragorn quickly climbed onto the bed and straddled her hips. Two hands on her chest and he started to push down, trying to restart her heart.
His fingers closed ever so slightly, causing her to gag. She had clawed at his hand, trying to free her throat. He laughed again, this time placing a hand over her heart. She was staring right into his face when his grin went into a smile that could only mean something bad. She screamed with what little breath she had when he sent a bolt of lightning through her tiny body.
Aragorn started in shock when Kendra started breathing again. He moved off her and watched her. Something was wrong, but only when Kendra awoke could they know everything.
The electricity raced through her body, numbing her so that she never felt when her body hit the concrete. She struggled to breath, trying to stay conscious. She watched as the rest of the gang came out of the shadows. Then her vision went black.
Cool fingers rested on her forehead. She could hear voices. Male voices. They sounded familiar. She struggled to open her eyes. She needed to see who was talking. She needed to live. She needed…