Terrified, you spin around and duck down between the shelves. After a
while, the hacking stops. Peering between the books, you watch a
hand gloved in black leather reach through the hole in the side
door and quietly turn the knob.
You know you're breathing too loudly... you hear yourself... but you
can't stop.
The splintered door creaks open with deliberate slowness. The hand you see
disappears behind it for a moment, then emerges on the other side. It
reaches toward the wall.
Suddenly, that menacing glove snaps out a finger and softly flicks the
lightswitch off.
The room is plunged into utter darkness.
Your heart is thumping so wildly you could swear you hear each beat. You
know that you have to get out of here now or you'll end up
dismembered like Ara!
Standing as silently as you can, you step to the right, trying to feel
your way to the door. You cannot see yet; your eyes have not adjusted to the light. You put your hands out in front of you, reaching
for the nearest shelf. If you can only make it to the door...
Then your bare fingers catch the shoulder of a cloak.
Petrified, you freeze.
"Hello, Rachel. I've been waiting to catch you alone," a voice rasps
from the darkness.
Your body goes limp at that sound, and your blood stops pumping
through your veins. YOU KNOW THAT VOICE!
"N-no... no, no, no, you... you CAN'T be... you--no, please, oh God, no...
NO!" you are practically babbling, your voice a near-whimper. You hold
out your hands in a feeble gesture, trying to fend off the killer...
the one person you assumed you could trust.
Unfortunately, it's too late for you. The axe is rising, and soon will fall.
You have no defense against it like this. Your last whispered word will never
meet with a reply.
I want to try again.