Caught Out There by Mya Luckey (i can read books .TXT) 📖

Chapter One: Trapped

I sprinted down the hall with tears pouring down my slashed face. The air stung the gashes, I stared straight ahead not bothering to look at my surroundings or back for the predator-that I knew would realise I was gone soon. I kept striding, there was only a window ahead and I doubted this was the first floor- but I didn't care- I figured the torture I'd endured had completely desensitised me of any pain.
I was near the bright window so I leapt into the air covering my midsection-the vital organs I could not let be punctued. Then my face was connecting with the glass, it was painful like diving face first into an empty pool. My body was a rag doll bouncing off the glass and smashing into the hard paneled floor. I wasn't sure but it seemed like there was more blood, there was an odd sensation- not quite painful(yet)- shooting up my left arm. Why hadn't I gone through the glass? I paniced staring at the reflective sheet that now had oily skin mark from my face. Adrenaline pumping I jumped back up, there was a stagering pain as I did so-it took all I had not to scream... To give away my position. I looked down to where my most immediate pain eminated from- my left hand- it was limp and swelling a centimeter per second. Shattered most definately, I had no mobility of my left hand or wrist- but I'd cross that bridge when I came to it. I ran back to the glass pressing on it, then with my right hand I tried to bash it more carefully this time.Nothing.
Then it sprung on me- bullet proof glass, that sick-o was smart. I turned to look at my surroundings, I was standing in a blood-red velvet hallway lined with doors like an abandoned five star hotel. I dashed to the closest door on my right. I jiggled the knob no luck...locked. Out of the corner of my eye I spotted him, his beady red eyes, dark hair, pale skin, menicing stance.His bone white hands carved into claws, and on his white tank top was my blood.
When he saw my round green eyes appraising him a smirk came across his face. I whimpered in the back of my throat.I didn't see his advance-he was much too fast- I just expected it, my body automaticly curled into a ball-tensing for pain. I squeezed my eyes shut, then there was a sharp smack against my side and I swear I heard my ribs on the right side crack. While I was soaring toward the window wall- the right corner to be exact- someone had accomplished what I had failed at. There was a body smashing through the window, charging right at the canibal monster. Before I could see what that body did to him I collided with the wall, that was too much for my already broken, bruised and bleeding body.
I blacked out.
When I was in my black abyss, I felt another terrible pain in my left arm- it distracted me from all the rest of the pain, because it was worse than anything I'd ever felt before it resurfaced me to conciousness but quickly drug me back. It was at the crease of my elbow and spreading like the wild fire that it felt like. I heard a hiss- and a flurry of curse words I couldn't distinguish, my body was riddled with pain. I couldn't hold back the screams that ripped up my throat. My body convulsed, my back arching in pain- of it's own accord. I was to weak and battered to regain mobility. Then something was lifting my batterd left arm causing my left hand to rub the ground, I shrieked out in the blackness for him to just finish me off right here. I didn't know if he heard me or if he'd listen- but I kept begging, 'It's burning please stop! I can't take anymore, kill me'.
Maybe he had a concious after all because within a few seconds there was a stabbing in my left arm and then there was nothing. The fire was receeding back to the place that it started from, I was thankful when I was freezing and numb. My heart rate was slowing and I was happy to know it was almost over. I was finally free. I hoped that the maniac could see the smile that I was trying to put on my numb face. I felt something again... it was sleep deprivation. I was once again euphoric, in every movie they always said 'they were tired' and once they relaxed, they relaxed into a slumber that lasted... Forever. Before I could relax though I could feel my heart again and it was struggling to pick up- it was restarting. I wailed, there was a response to my wail but I couldn't decipher it, I was to distraut. Then my entire body was being lifted off the ground, I struggled weakly, I'd realised that when my heart restarted I regained my motor skills. My weak attempts were nothing, my arms were restricted and my legs to weak. I wasn't resticted in the painful way that that life sucking demon always did, that shocked me. I tried to open my eyes so that I could see who was holding me so closely- like a child- to their chest. After a minute of my eyes wheeling around I finally was able to look up at the man, he looked back down at me with big worried golden eyes. This was not the same man who had kidnapped and tortured me.
He spoke then, "You are safe now, you can sleep." I didn't know if I could trust this man but I was unreasonably tired and he did save my life. I looked around and saw nothing but a blur of green and brown... Trees? I looked at the man again worried, how were we moving this fast? There was no car. Was he like the other man? My wide desperate eyes must have given me away because when he looked down again he said, "Don't worry this will all be explained later, but right now you need to sleep."
I listened because I already trusted him with the life he had just saved- mine. But before I could sleep I had to know his name.
"What is your name," I whispered, I don't know how he heard me, I bearly heard what I said.
"Emmett, " he answered directly. "Now sleep," he said and then began to hum. I felt like a giant baby, craddled to a chest, helpless my-once- beautiful face stained with tears and being sang a lullaby. I relaxed into his arms and closed my eyes, blocking out the moonlight and drifting to sleep.

Chapter Two: Nightmares

When I slept I dreamed, not a dream exactly- a nightmare really. I dreamed that my beautiful savior had stopped to bandage me and THAT MANIAC FOUND US....
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My ravaged body was lying on a cot in some abandoned building- or something along those lines jittering and sobbing, the man- Emmett was pulling out gauz from some sort of bag he must have snagged on our way. He turned on me, nostrils flaring, I was afraid that maybe this was it. He'd only saved me to lose to his own life sucking demon and devour me. He didn't though, his eyes were wheeling around suspiciously as if he were looking for something invisable. He darted over to where my body was, reached out to grab me but quickly decided against it when he touched one of my battered ribs and I jumped whimpering. He growled jaws taut, then he was flashing around the room to each window and crack closing it off. He looked to me then, he couldn't run with me any more, my body was bearly keeping from falling apart on that cot.
"Go," I whispered quieter than a rogue walking on sponges. His expression went crazed for a second and he froze but I continued on the same breath ignoring his glare. "It's me he wants. You don't have to do this." I'd already fallen for him- or maybe I was infatuated by the fact that he'd saved my life. Either way I could not sit there helplessly while he fought to the death for me, not when I knew I could do something- anything... Including giving myslef to be tortured to death- some more. I tried to sit up, it was extremely painful but I managed it with a minimal amount of whimpers. He thawed from the ice cube, at my side imediately pushing my shoulders back down, gently. I couldn't fight him, my bones had turned to jelly. When my body had finally sagged back down onto the thin cot, he leaned down and pressed his cool lips to my fore head-one of the few bruiseless patches on my body. My heart fluttered, he lingered there until that crazed killer burst in the far window. Emmett growled then and whirled to face off with him.
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My dream abruptly changed. I was outside in the forest... running- or running to the best of my ability considering all my injuries. It was more like dragging, I may as well have been standing still for all the progress I was making. After about ten meters which had felt like a hundred miles to my haggared bodice, I stopped and leaned thankfully against a spruce tree. I stayed there to gather another burst of energy to drag myself a good seven more meters. Simotaneously I heard someone breathing- a shallow laugh maybe. Suddenly that burst had become a days supply, I used that new adrenaline rush to ignore the protesting of my bones and flesh as I struggled to run. God must have been with me because I was flying through the forest- running like I had for Penn State. I was tripping on the vines, twigs and roots but each time I fell I bounced back continuing to pick up speed. I was at a fork in the trail I took the path to the left there was more light, I could find my way better in there. I was rushing down the path so fast that up until I was shrouded in darkness and looking back I had not realised that my path had curved right taking me directly to the right path. I groaned mentally at the waste of time and the lack of site. I tried to think of a way to cover my tracks, realising there was none I pushed my every cell and thought into runing faster. Soaring, I didn't notice my bare feet scrapping the forest floor until I slammed them down. I was sliding right into that psycho path, he was so close- right there in my face. I was staring blanky it was inevitable- Fate. There was no point in running it would only tire me out and make my torture that much worse. Instead I planted my feet and waited...
He opened his mouth, but before any sound could come out I was waking up.
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When I finally opened my eyes we were at a standstill and Emmett's eyes were on me. I was instantly self concious and I tried to no avail to