All That Matters.
Ok, this isn't how I wanted his chapter, so I might change it later. But please tell me what you think!
Chapter 4
I crawled along the space before jumping out of the end, the jump being higher than I anticipated. I landed of my feet, making a small "Oaf" noise as I tried to control my landing so that I didn't fall over. I stood up and looked at my new surroundings.
A huge stone staircase. Only one light. A nearly burnt out torch on one of the may wall holders. I took it out from its place and held it out in front of me. It was complete darkness without the light. I preyed that it wouldn't run out. There was no doubt in my mind that I would go back, I was here now, and if I was lucky I might meet the man who caused my pain. Not a man, a monster. I began to imagine what I would do if I came across him. Kill him? Maybe. But I wouldn't want to lower myself to his level. Maim him? In the same way he had maimed me? Perhaps. Let him go? Definitely not. Then again, you can never say what you would do in a situation until you're in it.
I began to walk down the staircase slowly, my legs protesting against the amount of work I was putting them through. I had only been walking for a short while, when suddenly, the step I was on fell open. There was nothing I could do, I fell, screaming as I did, my arms flailing, the torch falling with me. My screams echoed around the small hole in which I was falling, seemingly magnified by the depth of the hole... then… I dropped into a pool of deep water.
The cool water took my breath away as it enveloped me before I surfaced. No sound. Just the gushing of displaced water through my ears. I surfaced, taking a huge breath as I did. It was pitch black in here, no lights at all. I heard a clunking noise of something being released above me and as soon as I did I reached for the side. Shuffling against the wall I came across and opening which I quickly climbed on to. As I did, I learnt what had been released. The metal grid was coming down into the water, hoping to trap the some poor unsuspecting person underneath it. One of the spikes caught my leg as it came down, nearly trapping it, ripping my clothes as I yanked my leg away from it. It still got me, cutting my leg deeply. I cried out in pain but was still thankful for getting out in time. If there as a man down here, they would have definitely heard that.
I got out of there as soon as I could. I didn't want to be in here anymore, it scared me. It was absolute darkness, no light. I edged my way along the way, the shook of the fall and the new darkness making me want to cry. I didn't like it here, it was scary, I wanted to leave but I couldn't see anything. I began to cry a pathetic typical girly cry as hope was pulled out of me and replaced by fear. I began to move again, keeping to the wall, side stepping along it. I felt the warm liquid gush down my calf, it was a deep gash and I knew that it wouldn't stop bleeding unless I did something with it. Yet what was I to do? No bandages, no needle and no thread for stitches? I took off the shawl that I had tied around my neck loosely and bandaged it up the best I could in the darkness. The cold water had cooled more, causing me to shiver, my wet hair stuck to my face. What was the point? I slid down the wall and sat on the floor, rubbing my skin carefully to warm myself up. The wet shawl soon filled with blood. I just sat there, wishing that I was somewhere else, the tears falling from my eyes as I tried to cry quietly.
"You're not going to find you way out by sitting here all night are you?" I told myself firmly. "Get up and get moving. Stop being so pathetic." I picked myself up and carried on walking, staying close to the wall, still sniffling from my episode of tears.
I kept on falling of pieces of uneven stone, stumbling as the wall began to curve now and again. I had no idea how long I had been walking for, but for the entire time I had felt as though someone was watching me. I turned around constantly to see if anyone was there, only to be welcomed by darkness. My walking had turned to a shuffle as I tried to feel for cracks in the floor with my feet. The floor had begun to slope a while back for which I took extra care. I took another step forward, only to hear a splash. I jumped back before realising that there was more water here. I took a few steps back, clinging to the wall, waiting for some trap to be sprung. Nothing seemed to happen. I slowly began to leave the wall and walk to the water, along the shore of it. Except for my intrusion in it, it was still. I couldn't hear the waves lapping for there was no wind. I carried on shuffling along, not knowing what I was looking for or expecting. I walked into something, a boat, stubbing my toe as I did. I smiled briefly as I felt the outline of the wooden boat. I looked around for an owner, only to see darkness. It was while I was anticipating entering the boat that the sound of a foot slapping in the water made me realise I was not alone.
It all happened so quickly. A splash in the water, a small wind then a rope tightening around my neck.
Panic.
I instantly grabbed the rope with both hands to try and remove it. No luck. I took a final breath as it tightened, cutting off my air supply. I stumbled back as it was tightened roughly, feeling the person behind me. Their body was right against mine, I could hear his breath in my ear I struggled to escape, but he held me fast. I tried to call out, but it sounded only like an attempt to gasp for air. I needed to breath, desperately now, I couldn't swallow, nothing. Fear filled my body after the panic, I was dying, this person was killing me. I felt my strength diminish, still trying to get an opening in the rope so I could breath. Only a few more moments then I would be dead. Dead. Just like my sister. Just like Armand. I couldn't let that happen.
Adrenaline pumped through my body as in my last attempt at life I elbowed the person behind me. I felt him recoil; I didn't know where I had hit him. He still had a hold on the rope. I did it again, I stood on his toes, but he only let go when I had elbowed him in the groin.
A deep groan of pain escaped his lips as he curled over, both hands falling to his injured groin. I took the opportunity to loosen the rope, taking a huge breath as I did and falling to my knees. I looked up as I heard the footsteps step quickly towards me; I moved back, trying to get to my feet but my legs had failed me in this moment of terror. This man was going to kill me.
"Please, no, don't hurt me…"How could he see me in the darkness? I couldn't see him. He was walking right to me, I could hear him. "I mean you no harm, I am lost, please, don't hurt me…" I began to get up as he got closer, only to have my legs kicked from underneath me as I fell to the floor. He was on top of me, kneeling in between my legs, his hand on my neck again. His grip was so strong; I thought my head might pop off at any minute. I didn't pause this time; I reached up to grab something, to make him get off me. I couldn't reach his face fully, only his cheeks, and maybe his eyes if I really tried. I scratched his face, hearing a sharp intake of air as I did, but he only held me tighter. I punched him, but to no avail. Then, the worst. I rammed my finger into his eye. He yelled in pain as he let go. I heard him fall backwards. I took my opportunity to kick him. Another small yelp. I edged away from him, trying to find the boat, yet also trying to reason with him.
"Please, I don't want to hurt you. I am lost, I just need to find my way out. I never meant to find you…" Pause.
Wait.
Realisation.
This was man was the reason I was there. He killed my sister, my Armand. And he down, on the floor in front of me, about to get up. A red hot fire filled me.
"You!" I shouted as I ran at him, launching myself at him. He was on his knees, pushing himself up, but as I landed on him he was on his back. I punched him in the face; anywhere I could, furiously trying to hurt him as much as he had hurt me.
"You bastard, you... killed… them... I … hate… you…" I kept on saying over and over. Suddenly he grabbed my arms and sat up as if nothing had happened. I was past the point of caring. I didn't care if he killed me. I just wanted to hurt him. I struggled against his grip but he was too strong. Suddenly, he let go, and within seconds he had pushed me off. I landed near a wall, sat with my back against it.
"Look at what you did you me! Look! How could you, how could you…." I was up again, running at him in the darkness, hitting his chest as he looked down at me. "Look… what… you… did… you…. ruined…. my…. life…" He caught my wrists again. I tired desperately to fight against him, but it was no use. My anger turned to tears as they began to fall again. I sobbed loudly against him, my face on the same chest that a few seconds ago I had been hitting. My mask was barley covering my face now. He must have felt it against him, as he let go of my wrist, letting it fall to my side as he grabbed my mask and yanked it off.
"How dare you mock me!" was the thing he said to me. I heard the rare tone of extreme anger in his voice as his hand connected to the burnt side of my face. As I fell to the floor in almost slow motion, his hand recoiled at the wrinkled texture of my skin. My head hit the stone in such a way, that there was nothing else. Only the darkness again.
I don't know about this chapter, I might replace it yet. Tell me what you think!REPLIES!
EtherealSinger- They are evil, well it's mainly her dad. In them days people were really prejudice against people with deformaties. But hey, thats life!
eknibbe- Oh! Made your face sting eh? Nice! Hopefully it will be a Phantom/Mirabella, but my stories just tend to write themselves. I don't really concentrate when I write, it just kinda happens. Hence this story. I imagined it differently in my mind but it somehow turned out like this, and no matter how I changed it, it always seemed wrong.
Mr Rusty Ryan- Thank you
xxXGoddessXofXdeadXloveXxx- Thank you! So glad that you are enjoying it! Here's Erik, for your own personal enjoyment! A nasty Erik, but he will get nicer! Hopefully...
Thank you all!