Sir Jackington x

Well, BigUniverse officially hates me and wouldn't let me put picture into my story,
So Ms.Tapp told me to put it in the blog like this. eh@story -_- 

I felt my body shiver as his cold hands caressed my soft face. I struggled to breath, I was roughly tied to an old pole, I heard screams coming from another room. I felt as if my mind was going to explode. He began to walk around me, hitting a baseball bat between his hands; I felt the sweat dripping down my face.

I saw dark figures darting in between the shadows, the evil man muttered something under his wine filled breathe. He had a look of distain in his eyes as he spat a mix of saliva and blood on the dirty floor. I could feel my body nervously shake, tears pouring down my cut cheeks.
"Don't cry." He whispered as he wiped the tears from my face. He began laughing at the despair and fear in my eyes.  The tape was breaking the skin around my mouth, I could hardly breathe, my body felt as if an earthquake had hit it. My legs ached and were covered in bruises.

Finally I was left alone in silence. I managed to wriggle my arms out of the frayed rope. My wrists were cut and bleeding. I pulled my frail body off the ground and stumbled to find my way. The sun was peering through the cracks in the roof. The walls were covered in faded news papers, boxes were packed to the ceiling. The doors were large; a lack of handles on the inside prevented an easy escape. I searched the room for anything remotely helpful, in the back corner of the old, warehouse-like building; I found the baseball bat, hidden in amongst the dust. I struggled to bring it higher than my waist, my energy was drained. My muscles had frozen. I dragged it to the closest wall and ripped the newspaper, revealing a window. I forced the bat into the glass; it shattered into a million tiny pieces. I struggled to fit through it, I maneuvered my body as best I could but it was no use, a large shard of glass slit my thigh, the pain was unimaginable, but I had no time to worry about it, I heard voices outside the door. I jumped down from the window ledge and rain, to no-where, to no-one, I just ran, as fast and as far as I could go.

My legs collapsed from below me and I lay in a dark patch of trees, I curled up, trying to keep my weak body warm. I could see a faint light shining from the horrific place I'd left behind, images filled my mind, I was so close to dying. I heard screams and then the faint sound of a gun shot. My heart started racing at a million miles an hour. I saw headlights and a car engine becoming louder and louder. I crawled behind the nearest bush and waited. The thought of him finding me was sickening. I tried to process all the crazy thoughts that were controlling my mind, it was then I realized. How could I? How could I forget my own little sister, I was so adamant about getting myself out of there that I left her behind, How could I be so selfish? I darted from bush to bush until it was only plain ground between me and my worst nightmare. It seemed further this time. I felt my stomach lurch as I heard the deafening cries of my helpless sister. I started to run towards the place I hated the most. I searched the sides of the buildings; I found a hole in the steel frame and slid my fragile body through. This part was just as abandoned as the other, I heard loud music coming from one room, instinctively, I followed it until I saw a nauseating sight. My darling, innocent sister, in between a wall and that man, I could see how hurt and tired she was, I just wanted to tell her not to give up, that there was hope. I wanted for him to be done with her, to dispose of her so I could finally hold her in my arms. He left her in a ball on the floor, surrounded by blood and dirt. He walked away and I caught a glimpse of satisfaction in his dark eyes.

I ran towards my little sister and broke the rope that enclosed her tiny wrists; they were just as bad as mine. She fell in my body and cried. I could fee her frail body shaking. I comforted her as best I could. We slid out the side of the building, she could barely walk. I supported her weak body as we hobbled away into the night. We had fled for what seemed like days, I could hardly move.
We rested behind a broken log, hoping it would shelter us. My poor sister fell asleep in my arms; I stroked her long golden hair. "I'm sorry," I whispered in her ear. She opened her tiny eyes and looked up at me, the fear overwhelming her face. "Me too" I heard a husky voice, spit into my face, and with that he sent a bullet into my head.