Hey guys. :) This chapter is really a doozy, it's based on my real fear of heights, and I figured who would could make it worse for Jennifer other than me? Creeper of course! Good thing, he can fly. Time for a joy ride!
I was shaking again, they had me cornered near the broken window. It was dark out, nighttime. I had a bad feeling they were going to do something to me.
Djinn had brought the one of the scariest people of all of them. Which I cursed him for. He was trying to intimidate me, so I'd say, yes, to being their servant.
"What are you going to do?"
I asked, looking around at them.
Djinn gave me this funny look, like he knew something I didn't.
"How do you feel about heights, Jennifer?"
Shit, I never should of told him I was afraid of heights. FUCK!
"They're good, I guess."
I lied, swallowing hard.
He grinned.
"Good, I wouldn't want you to panic when Creeper takes you for a joy ride."
He glanced up at the sky.
I gasped, going slightly weak in my knees.
"You wouldn't."
I choked, starting to break out in a cold sweat.
"Oh, but I would."
He smiled, and turned his head to look at Creeper.
"You know what to do."
Djinn stepped aside, as Creeper took off his hat, tossing it onto the ground. I backed away from him, and found myself leaning against the broken window.
Creeper smiled at me, and leaped off the ground in my direction.
I felt myself float up backwards at an amazing speed, being held by Creeper. I gasped as I saw my house get smaller and smaller in the distance, and me get higher and higher up into the sky.
I screamed, wind whistling in my ears, and my hair flying past my face.
We floated up past the clouds, the air getting thinner here.
"Oh God, oh God, oh God,"
I whispered, praying for it to stop. My heart seemed to want to explode out of my chest. I started to become dizzy, which blurred my vision. I was trembling within his grasp.
"PUT ME DOWN! FOR THE LOVE OF GOD, PLEASE PUT ME BACK ON THE GROUND!"
I screamed, frightened to the very core.
We stopped floating up, but still hovered in air.
He laughed, looking at my frightened face.
"Rock a by baby, on the tree top, when the wind blows,"
He sang, starting to loosen the grip on me.
I started to panic, looking at the ground, thousands of feet below us.
"Please,"
I pleaded.
I don't want to die.
"The cradle will, drop."
With that, he let go of me, laughing into the wind.
I screamed, feeling everything slip away from me.
I lost all sense of direction, free falling into nothingness. I kicked at nothing, and grabbed at air. There was nothing to catch me, nothing to break my fall, but my bones.
My world that I knew, was spinning all around me, my screams echoing in my ears, along with the wind, and the thumping of my heart. My life flashed before my eyes.
Mom.
Dad.
Alysson.
Max.
What would they do when they found me laying in a bloodied mess of bones and skin? I missed them at that moment, wanted to hug them, wanted to tell them how much I love them. I just wanted to be around them, period.
I felt a sickness that I haven't before.
Death.
I could feel the hands of Death start to grip at my soul, as I fell towards solid ground.
I tried to breathe, but the wind sucked it out of me, making me light headed.
I knew I was going to die at that moment, seeing the world get bigger every passing second, as my fate came closer and closer.
Then, out of the corner of my right eye, I saw a black figure, swooping towards me.
Creeper grabbed me under my arms, jerking me into another tight grip, pulling me up into the clouds, again. I shook my head violently.
"No, no, no!"
I cried, knowing he was going to drop me for the second time.
My dizzyness cleared for a fast moment, then stormed into my mind. He ascended up faster this time, breaking into a wide smile.
He was enjoying this, it seemed.
My body seemed like a tight ball of wavering fear.
"Please, Creeper, don't drop me!"
I begged, clutching at his arm like a support rope. My whole body was shaking, unable to keep still. I could feel my blood rushing through my veins at a terrible speed. We reached a higher point in the sky than before, the decreased amount of oxygen swirled inside of my brain and lungs. I could no longer see my house, or my neighborhood. The ground was just a flat landscape that I didn't reconize anymore.
God, please help me.
I pleaded inside of my head. I was soaked in a cold sweat, shivering and shaking.
"PUT ME DOWN!"
I demanded, but failed to sound serious and threathening. Blackness started to invade my blurry vision, and I knew I was blacking out from lack of air.
Finally, we stopped going up, and I was faintly glad.
"You want me to put you down?"
He asked, grinning.
"Ye-Yes."
I managed to choke out a whisper to him.
I missed the ground, and I missed walking on it.
"If you insist."
He said, letting me drop again.
I let out a small wail, not having the strength to scream, as I fell half limp out of his grip. I felt like throwing up.
My eyes shot open, as the fast moving air, started to fill my lungs. The blackness cleared from my view, but I knew that it wouldn't be long before I really did pass out.
Again, I was free falling out of the sky.
My body went numb, not able to feel anything. I feel could gravity, a cruel force at the moment, dragging me down to my death. An image appeared inside of my head, suddenly.
My family dressed in black, with hundreds of other people crowded around a white coffin. All of them were crying, but the saddest looking of them all, were my family.
I looked at them in the image, and didn't find me anywhere in the picture. I frowned, as Alysson stepped up to the casket, with a single red rose. Tears fell down her face, as she whispered;
"I love you, Jenny."
I snapped out of my vision, looking around at the clouds that passed by me.
No, I'm not going to die. Not today!
I shouted inside of my head, angry. If I needed to become their little maid, just to see my family again, then fuck it, that's exactly what I'll do.
"ENOUGH!"
I yelled, but wasn't sure that he heard me, the wind carrying away half of my voice. I became dizzy once again, wanting it to end right now.
I gasped as something huge grabbed me, by my waist.
He had surprised me, coming out of nowhere like that.
"Had enough?"
He sneered.
I nodded, weak and sick.
"I'll do anything."
I coughed, sputtering for air, as we hovered.
"Glad to hear it."
He breathed in my ear, snickering.
He pushed his wings up, and we hurtled down from the sky. The neighborhood came into view, and soon so did my house.
I could see a figure standing at the attic window, arms crossed.
It was Djinn, probably awaiting my answer.
Creeper slowed his flying, as we smoothly came through the broken window. Creeper let the grip on my waist go, and I collasped to the floor.
My face was drained of all color, completely white. Small, silent tears slipped down my face. I lay gasping for air, and coughing on the ground. My heart was racing, and it echoed inside of my head, along with my hoarse breathing. Sweating, I knew I was lucky to be alive. The bangs of my long hair seemed to be matted to my head, wet with sweat.
I hoped that would never happen ever again, but living in a household full of pyschopaths and blood deprived, demons, isn't exactly a day at the beach.
Djinn seemed to wait to try to talk to me, until the point where I was mostly able to talk normally again.
"So, did you enjoy the ride?"
He asked, leaning over me, smiling.
I tried to glare at him, but it looked more like a look of agony than a look of hate.
Color slowly started to wash back into my face. The severe dizzy feeling that I had earlier vanished, making my vision clear. I finally stood, and almost immediately fell, however I gained my balance, all that was left of it, anyway.
I wiped my tears away, my legs feeling like jelly.
"What do you say, Jennifer? Do you want to be our butress?"
Asked Djinn, smirking.
"What choice do I have?"
I admitted, breathing hard.
"That's the spirit."
He encouraged, leading me by my shoulder out of the attic.
Creeper followed, seeming to be in a good mood that he had almost killed me. My heart was still beating really fast, but it had relaxed a whole lot more than before. I no longer felt Death around me, and I was grateful for that.
I stopped shaking, able to hold still.