9/11 Short Stories

Ma’am, calm down!” yells another voice. Suddenly there is an eruption of voices surrounding me, yelling out medical terms and codes. I cannot distinguish my injuries from Caleb’s injuries. I decide I cannot listen to it anymore. I stop flailing and they take me out of the

The large cut on the right side of my forehead had begun to bleed again; my own blood threatening to choke me. “Calm down its ok. You're going through a rough phase that's all. Try to get some rest,” was all the comfort dad could manage before choking up into tears. He turned away as streaks of auburn curls lightly brushed against me, the owner tending to my wound. Rest, he says; not so easy when every time your eyes droop, the dreams begin. They have been getting worse, the closer I become in finding a way to bring her

"I think the guards like Reiner's talented hand more than we do. They haven't scrubbed it off."

“He’ll try to stop me. He’ll try everything in his power, even knock me out and lock me in a closet. Keep me prisoner. He mustn’t know.”

Giving me only a fleeting look at the woman whom had transformed into a beautiful enchantress under an aura of shimmering sparks. The soothing image melted away almost immediately as the excruciating pain seeped through my veins. leaving me writhing in pain. Elongating every muscle, adrenaline pulsates through my veins with loud booms which seemed to magnify with each beat, but it didn’t stop. “I do not see kindness in your heart, you will soon learn how it feels like to be judged by your appearance” the enchantress hissed. Thick hairs began to sprout expeditiously over the surface of my entire body. Possessing razor-sharp claws and fangs, I gasp and stagger to catch breaths that were out of reach. All of a sudden an intense piercing pain shot up my neck making its way into my eyes, distending them, clouding them, then colouring them a sinful shade. “Please, I’m sorry, make it stop!” I begged but I saw no mercy in those cold black eyes. As I stumble backwards I could almost sense the twisted pleasure radiating off her skin with not a flinch of guilt. It felt like needles and burning irons were scalding my body. Then a rush of crimson tincture flooded through me, slowly, drowning my nerves leaving no trace of human trait, Until finally, I was called a

All of the thugs grunt in agreement, and the biggest one turns to me, unlocks my cuffs and roughly forces me to my feet. I struggle and shake as the other thug grabs my other arms, their fingers digging into my arms and shoulders. Anger smolders from me, still thrashing against them.

“He is and he’s asleep. Don’t wake him.” I strain to keep my voice steady. My heart is thumping in my chest, heavy beats like a drum. To my surprise, they do not raise their voices. We continue talking in

“Great decision.” He said, as his creepy smile, crawled back on his face. “Wait, before I go, what's your name?” I asked

And then I do something crazy and stupid. Extremely stupid. I place one of the metal tools on the ground, just barely in his reach outside the dog cell. I know I shouldn’t, but I can’t help myself. Seeing someone in cage, even him, pulls at my heart. It’s not right and the fear of no one caring causes me to think more like my old self. My old self would have

“I’m in bad hands. You cannot save me from the horror someone has put on my family.” I say, but knowingly let her come to the rescue.

I press against the small of his neck, running the blade along his agitatedly defined jawline. “Let’s talk about what you did to me.” I dig the pointed end in his chin’s cleft. “There is no excuse good enough for what you did at the hotel and thereafter. You took a choice away from me.”

As he screams, I aim a punch at his face. My fist crunches into his nose and blood spurts onto the ground, as he falls to his knees.

I can hear him, feel him struggling to breathe so I loosen my grip just enough to keep him alive. "You're mine now so do exactly as I say."

“You are caught boy. We can put you in jail. I can take away everything you have. But I don’t have to. If you just tell me how you did what you did,” he seethes, noticeably trying to control his temper. I am tempted to throw another hate-laden insult at him but I am stopped. I am tied up and it’s three against one even if I did get free. So I just glare at him.

“I have to do this I’m sorry.” I try to pull my arm away but her grip just tightens on me. Looking at her again I all but shout “I have to do this! I promised him that I would follow him!”