I almost feel evil for doing this but its a teaser. I'm fairly famous for my long chapters so trust me, I know how out of character this is but its the opening to a three chapter story arc that I've almost finished but I don't want to start posting until its done because I don't want to give myself the oppertunity to change my mind, if that makes any sense.
Anyway, thank you to all those of you who contine to read this, almost 4 years after I started it! You have no idea how much it means. I love you guys beyond belief.
The next part of this arc will be posted on Saturday afternoon so stay tuned.
The rain pelted down around her, its thick, hard drops falling onto the cobbled stones, creating an echo that only seemed to antagonise the pain shooting through her head. Attempting to push herself up, the open wounds on the palms of her hands came into contact with the cold ground and she hissed, hating herself as yet more tears began to pour down her face.
"Come on," she whispered to herself, ignoring the crack of emotiuon in her voice. "Come on,"
Footsteps, laughter, traffic, the usual sounds of a Friday night echoed through the streets at the end of the small annex, yet she knew her voice would never travel so far or so loud as to alert anyone. Her throat was raw from screaming, her muscles weak from fighting. There was nothing more she could do.
Biting her lip, she began to drag herself along the muddied ground, ignoring the pain, focusing on nothing but the blur of colour lying before her. Flashes of red mixed with the pale blue, made darker by the rain. The pain would wait. The pain would wait.
Her fingertips grazed something warm, the feeling not unlike that of electricity as it burst through her skin. Clutching as much of the material as she could, she pulled herself up and stared down at him, fighting the bile in her throat as she did so.
"Wake up." She hissed, shaking him with all the strength she could muster. "Wake up,"
Nothing moved, nothing changed. The low rumble of thunder in the background proved to be the only distraction from the grim sight beneath her.
"I said wake up," she shouted, her voice raw. "Look at me!"
Coldness and fear she had known only once before in her life began to course through her and she shook with the power of it, closing her eyes briefly and wanting it all to be over. Wanting it all to be a dream.
"You have to help me," she cried. "I can't do this on my own, I'm scared...I don't know what to do..."
The footsteps closed in behind her once again, gainging speed, gainging power. And she wept silently, biting her torn bottom lip and not letting herself turn to face what she knew was coming.
The blow to the back of her head came quicker than expected and brought pain with it a pain which had been stronger than before. Nothing flashed before her eyes, no profound realisation came to her.
All Allie Dunham was able to do in the second she lost consciousness was look down at the face of the man she loved and pray to God that she woke up before he did.
AH! Review, have a guess as to what the hell is going on, do whatever you like but I'd love to hear from you. And remember, Saturday afternoon...it begins.