Clara
The sound of some wheel was an echo in my ears. My eyes were shut from my exhaustion and I felt myself slowly regaining my consciousness. The wheel was loud and squeeking, so loud I had to open my eyes and find it.
I found I couldn't move. My body was tied to something. My head was aching. What had happened to me?
It started to come back to me. I was next to the shack. I found the note... where I was supposedly going to die in. Then I was so weak, so weak that my body gave out and I collasped. But I was in front of the shack. So why was I tied... what... did Taylor find me?
I slowly opened my eyes and the world crept into my view. But it was spinning. Around in circles. I jerked my arm, but it didn't budge. I looked up at it. I was tied around by the wrist. I glanced at my feet. My ankles were wrapped too. So was my other wrist.
I was tied to a wheel. It was a wheel only so much bigger than me, and it was spinning. Creaking behind me and hurting my ears. I squeezed my eyes and looked ahead of me once more. I tried to make out the area the best I could.
Trees were all around me. Rocks, bushes, and humongous trees. I heard whispers, someone around was whispering? I heard crying. Children crying... they were crying for their mothers.
Chills were creeping up my spin. I saw cages tied in some of the trees... with bloody figures enclosed inside. Broken bars and blood was spluttered and spattered beneath me and the area around me.
Where was I?
I struggled and jerked around in the ropes. My wrists were stinging and my eyes were burning from my current tears. I was more afraid now than ever and even though my struggling was failing to get me anywhere, everything in my body was telling me to get out now.
A taunting familiar voice rang out. "Clara," I looked down and saw a tiny thin man approaching the wheel. Blood was stained to his shirt and his dark blue eyes pieced threw my body and made my blood run. He smiled. "Welcome... to the forest. Here is where many people were killed."
"Shut up! Let me down, now!" I said it out of fear, not bravery. There was no way he was going to let me down. He rolled his eyes and continued.
"This is also where you will die, too." I know I'm going to die. Why should I have to listen to his crap? Why doesn't he just kill me? I jerked and struggled, but he didn't move from his spot.
"No need to fight," He smirked and his dark eyes trailed around the vacant area. "It won't do you any good."
I stopped and held my breath. There really wasn't a reason for me to fight. I was lost and I couldn't get out. I was tired and half dead. Why should I even care? I was better off being killed. It would all finally end. All my suffering.
"You'll be reunited with your cousin very soon." He stalked calmly away from the wheel and left out of my view. I could barely hear him, the wheel and the voices were drowning him out.
I heard my name somewhere in the woods. Or was it near me? I looked up and squinted. Shadows were moving, but I couldn't tell what was there.
"Clara." It sounded like an older woman. But it was sharp and deep, like she was lecturing me.
Henry
I skid and tripped over the gravestone. The huge bald guy trucked towards me with a demonic smile, high above him he held his bloody machete. Several times he had barely sliced my skin, my shirt torn it many areas from it. The dark headed man was closely behind him. I hadn't had much trouble with him, he was much slower than the bald one.
The blade flung down towards me and I crawled away as fast as I could force myself. The blade barely missed me and clanked with the grave. I fell forward on my stomach and dirt clogged in my mouth. I coughed it up and forced myself roughly on my feet.
He let out a deep yell and raised the knife above him. He jumped over the grave and his giant legs slammed against the disturbed burial ground. Pointed and crooked yellow teeth grew from his gums and his tounge was a dried piece of worthlessness. He took off after me.
He was faster than me and caught up with my heels in a matter of seconds. I stumbled and pushed myself out of his path. He slung his blade and sliced me right through the middle of my back.
I yiped out and held my aching back and took off in the other direction.
I shouldn't have done it, since I only ran into the other giant. "Ahh! Shi--" His giant hand snatched my small skull, his intentions of ripping it off, I believed. I grabbed him by the wrist and he flung me over his head. He let go and my body was tossed about four feet away from both of them. The unusually pale man finally realized that I was no longer running in front of him. He stopped with his blade still above him. He looked around and turned back, seeing me struggling behind his partner. He growled and took off after me once more.
My body felt heavy, my back stinging and my head aching. I tried to get up but I fell again. I looked over towards them. The dark haired one walked slowly towards me, while the other walked quicker, not being able to stall any longer on destroying me.
The slower man, however, reached me first. He slammed his foot roughly into my side, sending me sailing down the rough hill. He was enjoying slowly killing me, while the other shoved him and ran down after me.
I was shaking like mad. I crawled and tried to get away. But I couldn't. I couldn't get away.
I felt a giant hand squeeze my ankle and lift me high in the air. I swung and he spun me to his face. The tiny head and raisin eyes stared into mine. I punched his fist and he laughed holding up his wrecked weapon.
"Henry." I opened my eyes and I felt blood stinging them. I screamed and my vision left me. All I could see was blood.
A crying baby rang through my ears. My hands went from covering my eyes to my now bleeding ears. Howling soon drowned out the crying. Someone was talking. What was happening?
I felt the bald man drop me and I heard a growling dog. The man yelled and I heard his knife slicing through the air. I couldn't see and I could barely hear anything. I just tried to crawl. I had to get away. Something wanted me to go away. Some presence was pushing me. I could feel it. It stung my eyes and my ears.
My head slapped hard against a gravestone. I was still conscious and I heard the dog snap and snarl. It was closely followed by, to my surprise, the horrified cries of the bald man.
He was scared?
I felt the blood running down my cheeks. My eyes nor my ears were hurting. I was breathing hard against the stone and my arms were shaking. I slowly lifted my eyelids and looked ahead.
Two skinned dogs were attacking him. A look of fear was beating through his face and he was backing away and swinging at them. But they were too quick; they backed away from the blade and jumped at him. One took the chance and jumped at him, snagging him by the arm. He screamed and tried to yank it away. I could barely hear his rough and deep voice trying to tell it no.
More dogs came running after him. He dropped his knife and screamed while they piled over him. His screaming pierced the air, while the dogs tore him slowly apart, bit by bit.
Something slapped inside my head. I jerked forward and rubbed my eyes. Something slapped the inside of my head. I shut my eyes and a voice snuck it's way into me.
Whoever it was sent me an image. My head burned but I couldn't get myself to open my eyes. Color never found it's way into me.
The woods snapped quickly in front of me. They dissapeared, and next I saw a small skinny man with two swords. It left and came a giant wheel. And... something was on it. My mind focused harder and a person came into my view. She was against it and the wheel started to spin faster.
I recognized her. It was... Clara.
Everything left me and my eyes popped open. I looked up, and both giants were gone. The bald man was a bloody mess in the grass, the other was no where in sight. A few dogs were wondering around him and picking at his leftover chunks of flesh.
I quietly and quickly forced my self up and away from them. They didn't hear or see me, if they did they didn't care about me, probally too focused on there current meal. I kept walking and looked at the folded around woods ahead of me.
The entrance where my car was crashed came upon me very fast. The headlights were on and blood was covering the seat. I walked around it but I still stared at the inside of it. What happened to it?
A moan rang through my ears and I stopped. I took a breath a looked back at the car. A black form was crawling around in the front seat. A flash of it's white face turned towards me. He reached out for me and moaned.
I took off and my head ached horribly. I held it and I could sense him floating after me.
The minute I hit the soil of the forest my entire body raced with dark feelings and sorrow. My heart pounded faster and I felt lost in my mind. I didn't feel real running through the woods, but I wouldn't be able to survive if I didn't.
Everything in my vision seemed to slow and lag, and my hearing wasn't in tune very well. My mind was pounding so hard I could hear blood rushing in skull. I heard moans and crying, my name and distress. I kept going.
Clara
The wheel was still spinning and I was fiddling with my wrists, trying to loosen the rope. Taylor ignored me, figuring I wasn't getting anywhere. But I could feel the rope loosening.
I jerked my head to the sounds of loud footsteps. They sounded giagantic. I looked ahead of me and saw a large man with cuts in his stomach. The man that killed Lisa.
Taylor looked at him and looked around. Words slipped from his lips that I couldn't translate.
The man responded quickly and gruffly. Taylor paused and turned around slamming something on the table. He started yelling words and the man stood there, just taking it all.
I heard Taylor walking towards him. He seemed to bow is head slightly, and I watched as my headache from the spinning grew worse.
I tightly closed my eyes. I didn't want to see Taylor kill anybody, I didn't want to watch anyone's blood spill.
There was a long pause that seemed to urge me to open my eyes. I didn't though.
The silence was then broken by a calmer and lighter voice. He was moaning.
My eyes popped open and I saw Henry climbing out from the trees holding his head. Blood was stained on the sides of his face and he fell on his knees. I looked to Taylor who was slowing turning towards him. The giant did not move from his position. Taylor mumbled something to him.
His head jerked up and his eyes focused immovably on Henry. He began to trot calmly towards him.
"Henry!" I yelled from the wheel. He rubbed his head and looked slowly up at me.
"Cl... Clara?" He watched the wheel spin with one eye half closed. He started to hear the man as he headed closer.
His body flinched when he saw him. He shook his head and spun out of the trance, getting away from him. The man picked up his pace and his giant legs moved ahead of another. I yelled and jerked around hard on the wheel.
"Taylor!" I sent him a piercing look of hate. He snickered and let his eyes remain on the other two.
The giant man grabbed Henry's worn shirt. Henry reached forward and dug at the ground. The man picked him up easily and held him above his head. Henry kicked him several times in his chest area; but the man didn't budge.
The man growled and sent Henry sailing through the air with a strong amount of force. Henry drove quickly and effortlessly through the misty fog and towards my wheel. I closed my eyes awaiting the painful smack.
His body banged closely against the wheel right next to me. I looked down at him and he snagged the wooden bar next to me. Taylor groaned annoyingly as he climbed up towards me.
"Clara..." Henry whispered it as he shoved the wooden stick into rope. He yanked on it and I felt it loosening.
Taylor moaned and approached his giant slave. He growled something to it, and it nodded. It turned towards us, and I felt my hand go free. I threw it over to my other wrist and pulled with all my strength.
The man stomped towards the wheel, I saw him as the wheel felt as if it were speeding up. Henry crawled down lower to help free my ankle.
The man came up an inch from the giant machine. He thrust a dirty hand forward and shook the wooden structure. I yelled, but I felt both my hand and ankle come loose. I fell and was hanging only by my other ankle, but it was slipping.
The monster shook the machine harder, and it started to slow. It must have been so old, as it started to crack and wood was springing off it. It only took one more hard shake for the rope around my ankle to let go.
I slipped off and was falling with my head facing straight down. I forced my body to spin threw my fall and I landed on my hands and knees. Luckily, it wasn't too far of a fall, so I wasn't seriously injured.
Henry jumped down after me, and the giant wooden wheel seemed to be collasping. The man had no idea we had fallen, as he continued to shake it harder and harder.
Henry latched onto my arm and pulled me up. "Come on... we have to go..." We struggled as we heard Taylor's footsteps.
But when we hit the inside of the forest, we found that he wasn't following us. He went after his giant.
The monster turned around as the entire wheel fell to pieces behind him.
"I'm sick of these games." Unusually, he did not use the uncomprehendable toungue. I looked and saw two swords grasped in each of his hands.
He flung them upward and threw the monster's body, slicing him into four pieces. Blood spattered around them both. The man fell motionless to the ground.
Henry jerked me. "Stop! He's after us...!" Taylor turned and his dark eyes focused on us... on me. He smiled and blood ran down his pale cheek.
I got up and ran, but only to hear the dying cries of children and animals. I began to see eyes and shadows around us, as we escaped deeper and deeper into the woods. Henry groaned and held his head, and his pace quickened.
"Clara..." The voice flung threw me and my eyes widened. I felt my heart beat faster, and I wanted to stop.
I held Henry back. "Clara!" He barked and yanked on me.
"Lisa!" I felt my eyes shedding there cursed tears. "Lisa... come back.." I fell down on my knees and sobbed. I ignored the whispers and screams in the back of my mind.
"Clara..!" Henry kneeled in front of me. "Clara... we have to go!" He gently grabbed my arm but yanked on me to get up. "I'm not going to leave you, damnit!"
I heard footsteps behind us. Henry forcefully yanked me up, but I wasn't strong enough to fight him. He dragged me through the woods, and I turned my head to see who it was.
And it wasn't Taylor. A old woman with a dark and boney face stood where I once was. She balanced herself on an old cane and held a little black book in her hand. She stared us both down, and Henry refused to look back.
I turned away and saw the car crashed at the bottom of the hill, next to the back entrance. Henry was running too fast, and tripped when we reached the edge of the hill. He let go of me but I fell and started to roll endlessly down the rocky hill. I hit many branches and rocks, but I stopped when I hit the flat bottom. Henry came slowly behind me and hit the wheel of his car.
I coughed and rolled over on my back, facing the woods. I saw no one emerging from them. But he would come soon, so I could only relax for so long.
I stared at my body and my hands. I felt and looked horrible. I was scraped, cut, bruised and I had blood stained on my clothes. My eyesight was fuzzy, and they were still wet from all the crying I had done. I had bruises on my arm, either from falling or from Henry forcing me up and dragging me, I was unsure of.
I heard Henry moan and looked over at the car. He crawled, shook his head, and forced himself up quickly.
"We... have to go..." He fell and held his head. "Not again..."
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