Where the Sidewalk Ends

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Chapter Twelve: Dreams and Screams

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"You're such an idiot. Why did you ever think you could do this? In what crazy, weird, sadistic world did you ever believe your plan would actually work?" he screamed at her as her head lolled to the side. Tears were rolling from her brown eyes down her cheeks, splattering on the floor. She'd been tied to the ceiling, her arms hung together above her head. Her head hung down, her nose almost touching her chest. She'd be tied up for almost 18 hours with no food or water. Her wrists were bruised and bloody from her primary struggle against the ropes and she had bruise marks all over her body. Around her was a pair of black sport shorts and a black t-shirt, leaving the rest of her skin exposed to the brutality of her torturer.

"I...I...I" she started, her tongue to heavy, her throat to scratch, her body in so much pain she couldn't even think. She heard the man laugh a cold, evil laugh and he scuffed his feet on the cold, damp, stone floor of the dungeon. He went behind her and grabbed some of her brown hair and wretched it backwards. She let out a torturing scream and her head jolted backwards, following her hair. Her head his the man's shoulder and she breathed heavily in pain, his scruffy face brushing against her neck. His hot breath hit her cold skin like a jolt of lighting and she recoiled in disgust, but he held her head in place.

"I...I...I" he said childishly, mimicking her inability to speak. He laughed loudly, his voice echoing horribly throughout the stone chamber. He brought his empty hand up and ran it down her neck slowly and continued downwards, his hands lingering too long on her chest. Instinctively, she brought her feet up (which were tied together) and swung them at him, hitting him thankfully in his groin area. He recoiled instantly and she laughed this time, bringing her head up to look at her kidnapper He doubled over in pain and after a few short seconds, he stood back up and brought his left hand up, slapping her strongly across the face with the back of his hand. Her head hung to the side out of shame and pain and she spat some blood out of her mouth, feeling a bruise slowly forming on her cheek. He came forward to her and pressed her face against his, his beard brushing roughly against her skin. He was breathing short but heavily, his hot air expelling onto her shoulder. He muttered a few words before saying what he meant to say, his words cutting through her like a knife.

"You will never see the light of day again"

"NO" he shouted as his blue eyes flashed open, his body tumbling roughly around in his bed. He had become tangled in the mess of bed sheets and after a few minutes he settled down, his heartbeat and breathing returning back to normal. He just had a horrible dream and was cold with sweat as he threw the covers off of him and went over to his window. It was the middle of the night and he couldn't help but have a horrible feeling in the pit of his stomach. What had he just seen? Did the nightmare he just have show him what Kristen was going through? Had Baldur already found her?

The darkness of the room and outside made him all the more scared as he walked back over to his bed and lit a candle, a soft orange glow now reflecting off everything in the room. He sat down on his bead, his back against the headboard and he closed his eyes. In the nightmare he just had, he was Kristen. He could feel her pain, feel her tears and taste her blood as if it were his own. He felt it when the man slapped her, he felt her hunger and he felt her thirstiness. In the dream or vision he just had in his sleep, he was being tortured as Kristen by Baldur, a scruffy, violent, disgusting Half elf, Half Dwarf from the Northern Province of Narnia. The evil wizard had long, greasy black hair and black eyes that were said to be the centre of his magical powers. He was tall and strong, his body riddled with battle scars and marks. He was everyone's nightmare in walking form. Peter opened his eyes and went back to the window, breathing in the fresh, pine smell of the forest.

Peter's blue eyes stared into the green abyss below him. She could be anywhere in the forest. Part of him wanted to go, hop on a horse and go after her that very second, while another part of him reminded himself that Aslan had told him to let her go and hope that she'd come back alive. He was finding it hard to believe that only hours ago he had talked himself into believe that she'd come back alive.

"Peter?" a small, girly voice said through his doorway. Susan was peaking through the door to his bedroom, her eyes focused on her older brother. He turned around quickly but at the sight of her, his face faltered and he motioned for her to come in. His head had snapped awake at the sound of a girl's voice. Some how, he thought that it might have been Kristen.

"I heard you scream. You ok?" she asked in a sisterly manner, joining her brother at his windowsill. Peter's eyes remained focused on the forest as Susan put an arm on his shoulder cautiously. Her eyes were filled with worry and compassion. What had made her brother so frightened in his sleep.

"Just...had a nightmare, that's all" he said quietly back as he through an understand glance over his shoulder to his sister. Susan nodded and removed her hand, following his eyes into the forest.

"I still can't believe we're going to just let her die. We all love Kristen. Why can't you?" she said coldly as she left the windowsill, lighting some other candles around the room to shed some more light on the situation.

He whipped around furiously and glared at Susan, who was sitting down in one of his chairs. She looked at him expectantly, her eyebrows raised, a ready expression on her face.

"Who said I don't love her" he spoke accusingly, his voice threatening and tense. He'd never thought about whether or not he loved her before. Did he?

"If you love her you wouldn't have agreed to not go after her. If you had any feelings for any other girl besides Isabel, you would have been on the first horse out of here and into the forest!" she said loudly as she got up. Susan's blood was boiling inside and her eyes were furrowed together. How dare he. Lucy, Edmund and I all love her like a sister. If he had any feelings whatsoever for anyone else besides Isabel, he might realize what an amazing girl she is! She thought loudly in her mind, trying to get her point across.

Peter was officially angry. He was furious. His very own sister had indirectly said he didn't care about anyone but Isabel. If it's one place you ever went with family, it is question their love for each other.

"You know it's true Peter. Isabel was a snob. She was mean, rude, selfish. She never treated any of us with any sort of respect or love. Yet you fell for her. So hard" Susan said, her voice thinning out at the end of her sentence. She shook her head a few times and let her feelings cool down. She had been dying to tell Peter all of this ever since she saw how Kristen felt for him. Every time she saw Kristen talk or even look at Peter, she saw the feelings. And she hated how her brother was so blind to something so great.

"But then there's Kristen. She's loving, compassionate, caring, thoughtful, understand. She treated all of us with respect, probably more then we deserved. And you couldn't look past the fact that she's not as pretty as Isabel is" said almost in a bare whisper. Her body slumped down into the chair but her eyes kept on Peter.

Peter opened his mouth to say something, but then shut it. Is that really why he never thought of Kristen as more then just a friend? He sat down on his bed and looked straight infront of him.

"She's helpful, she's friendly, she trustworthy, she's honest, she's smart, she's funny. She's everything I'd ever want. But she's no Isabel" he said emotionlessly. His eyes remained trained on the carpet floor and he heard Susan cry in protest.

"How can you live with yourself? You're so bloody shallow! You don't like Kristen because what, she doesn't have those green eyes or blonde hair? Kristen's 100x the women Isabel will ever be and you know it" Susan pleaded as she went over to her brother. She knelt down infront of him and looked up at him.

"We can't let her die. You can't let her die" she whispered, her blue eyes innocent and hopeful. She wanted her older brother back. She wanted Peter Pevensie back.

With one look from his sister he immediately felt like a coward. Of course Susan was right. He never like Kristen because she wasn't that pretty. She didn't have amazing hair or brilliant eyes. But during the short time they had spent together, Kristen had been more of a girlfriend then Isabel ever was.

"I wish I felt that way about her. But I don't. We can't help her now. It's too late" Peter said finally. His sister's face fell with disappointment and she shook her head. Silently, she got up off her knees and went to the door, pausing before she left. She had something to say.

"No Peter. You're too late"

((Author's Note: I refuse to let the Kristen/Peter romance be easy. The best things in life are never easy, right? Anyways, in the next chapter Peter's dream will become more evident on why it's important. I'm trying to figure out how things are going to play out, and every time I think I get a game plan I start to write and things go completely haywire. I guess things will work out for the best! Read and Review it, capice?))