Close To The Enemy
Part 5
Disclaimer: I do not, in any way, own the storyline or characters of Yami no Matsuei/Descendants of Darkness. They belong to Yoko Matsushita. I only own Amaria.
Amaria, remembering that man, stared in horror. She knew she should've screamed, but the initial shock had overwhelmed her. The window shattered, scattering shards of glass everywhere. Muraki stepped in.
Amaria started to scream, but before her predicament could be known he quickly walked over and put a hand over her mouth. "Now, now," he said, "You don't want to do that." Muraki came closer until his face was inches from hers. Amaria, remembering about his right eye, fell back upon the bed and managed to crawl to the other side, reaching the floor.
She knew the last thing she wanted to do was look into that eye. The door wasn't far from where she now was, a short running distance. Deciding that was her best bet, she sprinted towards the door. It was closed still.
Amaria quickly grabbed the handle with both hands. With a sudden jolt of pain, her body became rigid. How?, she wondered, How! She hadn't looked into that eye.
How could he have gained control of her? Amaria fell to her knees as the pain grew worse. It was coming from her right shoulder. Slowly, she managed to get a hand to her shoulder.
She pushed the sleeve out of the way and saw a large red mark that almost looked like a flame. "You thought you could get away from me!" Muraki cried, his face contorted into an evil smile as he laughed. For the second time, Amaria had fallen prey to him.