Part Seven:
Georgie sighed. Their search for Maxie and Spinelli was still fruitless. For the past twenty minutes Nadine and Georgie had been stumbling through the unlit halls of Wyndermere with out even a flashlight to illuminate their path. The darkness loomed before them like an impenetrable shroud concealing what lay before them. Georgie's thoughts idly drifted to Johnny. She wondered whither he had returned to the ballroom and was now looking for her.
"Crap!" Nadine exclaimed loudly, Snapping Georgie out of her reverie.
"What's wrong?"
"It's these shoes! I thought that I could take it but honestly my feet are killing me." She slipped down to the floor. "I know its un-lady like but, these things have to come off. Oh don't stop! It won't take me long; Keep going, I'ill catch up."
"You sure?"
Nadine nodded.
Georgie slowly advanced down the hall and then after a backwards glance at her friend, she disappeared around the corner.
Nadine remained on the floor tackling the tricky straps of the high heels until she'd finally managed to wrench the offending items off of her feet. As she got up, a sharp sound akin to the breaking of glass rang out. And as if in response, a horribly muffled scream followed.
"Georgie?"
But there was no answer. Nadine rushed up the hall finally stopping In front of a large oak door. Drawing in a shaky breath, Nadine slowly pushed the door open.
A garish old man had one arm around Georgie waist. A small red puddle was collecting at her feet.
"Oh look another volunteer!" The man smiled widely at Nadine. "So which one of you would like to die first?"
"Run !" Georgie wanted to shout, but the thick hot pain in her chest prevented her. Everything was turning into a blur. Her head was throbbing in pain.
"What are you doing?" Nadine shrieked in bewilderment.
"Well isn't it obvious dear? I'm going to kill her." Anthony stated unambigously. He never understood why some people had the gal to ask such silly questions.
His words sent a sickening chill though Naidnes entire body. She felt her self backing away."But you can't, Don't!"
Anthony let out a rolling chuckle which reverberated through the room. "Really and why is that, dear?"
"Because –Because, she doesn't deserve to die." She pled weakly.
"Oh really?" Anthony inched menacingly closer, dragging Georgie with him. "Well everyone deserves to die. It's the universal design. Each of our lives will end at some points dear; it's only a question of when and how." A strange smile, almost bordering on affectionate, spread across his thin lips. "I'm doing you both a favor by taking out some of the guess work." With those words Anthony raised the knife to Georgie's neck. But as the blade began to make its mark the doors flung wide open.
It was Johnny and as he took in the scene before him, a look of horror tore its way across his face. Georgie's ashen face, the growing pool of blood, His father's disdainful grin, it was as though some callous god had ripped the picture out of Johnny's nightmares and breathed it into existence. His mother's life had ended in the same way and by the same man's hands. It was all his fault, if he hadn't left the ballroom, then maybe… If he hadn't been born, then neither Georgie nor his mother would have had to suffer.
"John! You've arrived just in time!" Anthony announced.
With a shaky hand, Johnny raised his gun and pointed it in his father's direction. "Let her go" He said slowly.
"Now John—"
"Let her go or I'll kill you." He said the words to his father but his eyes were locked on Georgie's. With each passing second her tawny orbs grew dim like the rapid setting of the sun.
"But who…Ah, I see Johnhy. This is the woman that has stolen you from me."
"Let go of her now. I 'ill count to ten. One-"
"But I'm trying to protect you can't—"
"Two—"
"You see! She's going to betray you!"
"Three—"
"They all do at some point—"
"Four—"
"you' ill thanks me later John."
"five—"
"I'm your father—" Bang!
Georgie felt her body stumble back onto the cold floor. She heard screams, rushing feet, but it was all faint and inscrutable, As if it was happening in some far of off place. She wanted to get up to see what was going on, see if Nadine and Johnny were okay, but her limbs lay heavily at her sides, immovable by the little force of will which she had left.
So instead of fighting it Georgie let the darkness envelope her.
AN: don't worry chapter 8 will be posted shortly :)