*back to Dallas*
It was becoming too hard to keep my cool, after listening to them coordinate a search warrant for both Alina's and Trevor's homes. I kept hearing them discuss arresting Alina as well, and the thought unsettled my stomach. Finally, I said screw it and I walked out of the lobby and to my vehicle ignoring the screeching secretary. Nobody would fill me in. I had no idea what was going on, but I was not about to sit here and listen to them any longer. I begun to worry I had done the wrong thing. What if Alina's dad was right? What if they were really just dealing or something and I accidentally rolled on her and got her into trouble? I could never picture her doing anything of the sort though, but whatever reasons they wished to detain her too, I am certain she is innocent.
"Alina. Alina. Are you awake? I need you up incase we need to move." Dallas?! I sit up and my head spins, I clench my eyes shut and try to give myself a moment to adjust. I am suffering. Physically. Mentally. I know that I am unlikely to leave these woods alive, but my vision of Dallas was so realistic that I had to try to fight. I had nearly given up when I had came to, an image of my father insulting me and beating me. Was that real? Was Sasha real? Hallucinations and reality swirl together, and leave me confused and uncertain. Warm hands support me, and pull me back down. "Dallas?" "Yes. It is me. Do you remember anything?" "I don't know really. Dad. You. I don't remember getting here..." "You
*Kellan's POV* Home. My lips pull back a bit at the word. If it weren't for the situation at hand, I'd take a moment to savor the term she had chosen. She thinks of the cabin as home. I have little time to enjoy such trivial things. She is obviously dying or at least critically ill. There is still one living officer in these woods, and I know that Dallas is here. I seen him dashing away from her earlier as I neared this direction. I had debated killing him. Just shooting him there and being finished with him, he has been a thorn in my side. I don't want to rush his death, but I'm not dragging his ass with us either. Another body to hide or person to babysit and I'm not much on dead weight. Which brings about my current dilemma. I want Alina. She is the most promising woman I've had yet, but how promising will she be now? I'm enthralled that
I'm barely aware of what I'm doing, and even in my typical state of mind I am clueless on how to work a gun. I've never been great at this. But he has to die. I have to kill him. I fired the pistol haphazardly, unable to see well enough to focus. I scoot back as best I can to put distance between myself and the monster before me. Kellan clutches his chest in bewilderment, stunned by my behavior. I have to get distance. He is going to finish me off. He had only lied when he said he would treat me and take me from these woods. He always lies. He just threw me down a bank and tried to kill me. He killed that officer. Now, now he's going to get rid of me. My mind whirls with bits and pieces of threats he had made about killing me if police were involved, of killing my family and once friends. I shoot again, but one handed and with blurry vision I do not ge
I taste the copper in my mouth, long before the slap takes place. In my haste to free myself of Kellan's hand, I bit him which immediately triggered the slap. I'm so used to hurting now that I do not spare a moment to recover, as I scream with everything left in me at the low flying chopper. I can feel my chest deflate as it shows no sign of having seen me or anyone having heard me. Irate, Kellan begins his merciless beating and I know somehow this is it. I'm dead. I miscalculated, again, and now I'll pay. I want to beg to him for some bit of mercy, to tell him that I'm sorry and I understand. That I know now why I have to be trained and disciplined. Polished. I am a fool and a failure, the hole I dig myself is far worse than the fate I tried to avoid. I grab at his boot in vain as it collides over and over with my face. The last thing I see is the sole of his boot and his scowl as he hovers
*let's start with Kellan again* I halt with the saw just touching bone as a screech fills the room. My face contorted with horror, followed by fury as I realize it is Keenan messing with me. I shake my head and start again, wincing as I push the blade through the bone. Her little leg shakes at the force, but she is still out. Despite the tourniquet, there's still mess and it eats at me to see it. To see her like this. To do this. If I hadn't, she would set up sepsis. She would have died. In a way, I saved her life. It certainly does not feel like it. Finally, through the bone the rest goes smoothly and the offensive rotting area is removed. My hands still shake aside place the saw on a nearby bag and use a clean part of my arm to wipe my sweat. Keenan immedi
I'm cold. I'm cold and it's dark. I can't bear to open my eyes yet, so I just exist. Feeling my body jar about on a smooth, chilly surface. What happened? I'm still alive? I don't quite understand yet, but I know I was supposed to be dead. I even feel dead. My body is sore, and numb at the same time. My mouth dry and a piece of fabric tied around my head covers it. No. I shiver. I try to stretch but I realize that I am bound. I can't move. I can't feel my lower half. I panic and try to thrash about, but I can do nothing but shimmy a few inches across the cool surface. A bump jars me again and I plop down roughly from the impact. Am I in a vehicle? I whimper and try to focus my eyes, and to my luck a faint light enters through what I imagine is glass somewhere. My head throbs with the invasion, but soon I
*Dallas's POV* Don't hate me, we go back in time a bit here. I exited the woods as quickly as I could, with emergency personnel on call and attempting to contact the helicopter that was scanning deeper into the woods. I quickly relay what I know about the policemen and direly injured Alina, and I pray they come quickly enough and with backup to apprehend Kellan and retrieve her safely. I hope she is right. She's never lied to me, to my knowledge, and she swore he didn't want to kill her. Still, I panic and regret my decision to listenvt9 her and leave her behind. I regret myself for being too legal minded to have just hunted that bastard down abd shot him. As I wait, and pick myself apart, an idea hits me. I retrieve my cellphone and pull my sim from it. I run as fast as I can to the cabin, and search for Kellan's truck. I could tuck my phone in it
Kellan stood hovering until I was able to drink the broth. I had it everywhere, but I clutched the cup for life unwilling to let him assist. Things were unsettling before, but they have went completely nerve wrecking now. He nearly killed me, twice, no three times. Again. And that was just the last day in the woods and chopping my leg off. Now he expects me to help him kill Dallas, all for a flash drive that I had planted in the box. How did he get it though? Didn't Kellan pack everything? Did he leave the box out for Dallas? "You're really going to meet him?" I ask, testing the water. Kellan laughs. "Fuck no. You think I'm stupid? You know he has been in cohorts with authorities now and that this is a ruse to get me out every they can ambush me. However you've mostly been ignoring me, and I knew this would get your attention. Now, that I
The past few months have been a roller coaster. It has been nothing but stress and anguish. Physical and mental pain. I've had to endure so much therapy and so much attention that I can't hardly stand to leave this house anymore. I can't really even say my house, as it belongs to Dallas. It is no longer mine. My home is on the market. It was in terrible shape after the community rummaged it, investigations were conducted, and horror enthusiasts from all over broke in to take photos and party. That being said, lack of my own hone, confidence and privacy have lead me into a violent depression. One minute I am low, and the next I am literally ready to fight on short notice. My therapist threw a bunch of large terms out there, but I couldn't focus. I tire of being scrutinized and the entire time he inspected me I longed to jab an ink pen between his teeth to remove thst insufferable bit of kale. He became 'especially conc
"Yeah. Yeah. I will call you when I have updates. I promise, I am fine. She will be too. I'll call you again later. Yeah. I swear, alright? Love you too, bye. " The voice breaks me from my slumber, and I bolt up only to lose my vision. Something is in my arm. Im tied still! I feel stinging on my arm as I go back down, and alarms beep. It's Dallas. That's his voice. He can't be here, Kellan will kill him! "You...you have to...leave. Leave...he'll...""Hey! Shhh...shhhhhh. He'll do nothing. You aren't there anymore." I can feel tightness in my chest, and my breath quivers. I want to open my eye, but I'm scared. I'm afraid of what I might see. Feet rush into the room, and this finally is enough to make me look.Nurses. Nurses? An IV is hooked, barely, into my arm. The crappy hospital lighting is harsh and I groan as I blink away 'film' over my eyes
*Kellan's POV* "Alina!" I shout, as her body tumbles from the window. I rush across the room on instinct, but it is too late. She lays, sprawled motionless on the ground below and my breath catches. My chest heaves and panic sets in. I was willing to kill her, but couldn't do it. I had stalled and tried to talk myself up, but I couldn't. I had thought she was bluffing, but she had the fortitude I locked and she did my job for me. Creature barks and rubs circles in the room, confused, but sensing something wrong. "Alina!" I scream again. My mind is in two places. I want to rush down to her, to see if she's still with me. I also know I should run. If I can't save her, I am wasting time. She could be dead. Dallas was right, I need to get out of here. Squandering my time will only have let Alina possibly die in vain, but I don't want to leave her.
If my heart beats any faster, I will die. I just know it. My heart slams in my chest so hard that it's difficult breathe and remain quiet. I'm having issues getting enough air glow around the shirt, and my nose is stuffy from so much crying recently. Sweat freckles my forehead and I can feel most of me trembling. This is the moment I've both dreamed of, and dreaded. I'll either be free, incarcerated or dead soon I imagine. Kellan plants a chaste kiss on my forehead before answering the cellphone."Hello, Dallas." If I were a dog my ears would perk up. I try so hard to catch anything I can, but it's difficult to hear over my own heart."No. I found the dog, thanks for so thoughtfully returning him. How did you find me?""Aren't telling me? How bold. I see you've finally grown some balls. Let me put this in terms even you can understand. Y
Kellan stood hovering until I was able to drink the broth. I had it everywhere, but I clutched the cup for life unwilling to let him assist. Things were unsettling before, but they have went completely nerve wrecking now. He nearly killed me, twice, no three times. Again. And that was just the last day in the woods and chopping my leg off. Now he expects me to help him kill Dallas, all for a flash drive that I had planted in the box. How did he get it though? Didn't Kellan pack everything? Did he leave the box out for Dallas? "You're really going to meet him?" I ask, testing the water. Kellan laughs. "Fuck no. You think I'm stupid? You know he has been in cohorts with authorities now and that this is a ruse to get me out every they can ambush me. However you've mostly been ignoring me, and I knew this would get your attention. Now, that I
*Dallas's POV* Don't hate me, we go back in time a bit here. I exited the woods as quickly as I could, with emergency personnel on call and attempting to contact the helicopter that was scanning deeper into the woods. I quickly relay what I know about the policemen and direly injured Alina, and I pray they come quickly enough and with backup to apprehend Kellan and retrieve her safely. I hope she is right. She's never lied to me, to my knowledge, and she swore he didn't want to kill her. Still, I panic and regret my decision to listenvt9 her and leave her behind. I regret myself for being too legal minded to have just hunted that bastard down abd shot him. As I wait, and pick myself apart, an idea hits me. I retrieve my cellphone and pull my sim from it. I run as fast as I can to the cabin, and search for Kellan's truck. I could tuck my phone in it
I'm cold. I'm cold and it's dark. I can't bear to open my eyes yet, so I just exist. Feeling my body jar about on a smooth, chilly surface. What happened? I'm still alive? I don't quite understand yet, but I know I was supposed to be dead. I even feel dead. My body is sore, and numb at the same time. My mouth dry and a piece of fabric tied around my head covers it. No. I shiver. I try to stretch but I realize that I am bound. I can't move. I can't feel my lower half. I panic and try to thrash about, but I can do nothing but shimmy a few inches across the cool surface. A bump jars me again and I plop down roughly from the impact. Am I in a vehicle? I whimper and try to focus my eyes, and to my luck a faint light enters through what I imagine is glass somewhere. My head throbs with the invasion, but soon I
*let's start with Kellan again* I halt with the saw just touching bone as a screech fills the room. My face contorted with horror, followed by fury as I realize it is Keenan messing with me. I shake my head and start again, wincing as I push the blade through the bone. Her little leg shakes at the force, but she is still out. Despite the tourniquet, there's still mess and it eats at me to see it. To see her like this. To do this. If I hadn't, she would set up sepsis. She would have died. In a way, I saved her life. It certainly does not feel like it. Finally, through the bone the rest goes smoothly and the offensive rotting area is removed. My hands still shake aside place the saw on a nearby bag and use a clean part of my arm to wipe my sweat. Keenan immedi
I taste the copper in my mouth, long before the slap takes place. In my haste to free myself of Kellan's hand, I bit him which immediately triggered the slap. I'm so used to hurting now that I do not spare a moment to recover, as I scream with everything left in me at the low flying chopper. I can feel my chest deflate as it shows no sign of having seen me or anyone having heard me. Irate, Kellan begins his merciless beating and I know somehow this is it. I'm dead. I miscalculated, again, and now I'll pay. I want to beg to him for some bit of mercy, to tell him that I'm sorry and I understand. That I know now why I have to be trained and disciplined. Polished. I am a fool and a failure, the hole I dig myself is far worse than the fate I tried to avoid. I grab at his boot in vain as it collides over and over with my face. The last thing I see is the sole of his boot and his scowl as he hovers