The Night - Original Writing

Rion calmed from his night terror easily, and he and Percival went back to sleep. When morning arrived, Rion shot out of bed with a grin, full of his typical energy. He had no memory of his tears and screaming the previous night, which was just as well; the boy deserved peace after all the heartache he had weathered.

He made an undignified noise, scrabbling at the man’s hand. “Let go of me,” he half-gasped in dread. “Get your filthy hands off me, don’t touch me, you’re disgusting—”

“I would never stab you. No, this is the part where I set you on fire,” she said pulling away. She started to mutter something and I pulled on my reserves of strength to bring my body up, relying on the chains to keep me suspended. I slammed my foot into her throat with a satisfying crunch. She flew back with a gurgle and clutched wildly at her throat.

“You were a virgin. There was a Holy exodus of blood.” The pressure lessens, not enough for me to see anything past him, or the

This time, he grips my arm with his fist and throws me to the ground. I feel a slight pain where my arm connected with the floor, but try to brush it off. “Stop asking me who I am and think about it! I’m sick of your questions!”

You are the sickest person I know." I screamed at him he loosened his grip on my wrist and I yerked back from him "I am leaving you I am going back to my old pack, and going to marry Jason and live with him".

“Well more pain for you than,” he said as he stabbed me with a dagger.

I hit the wall, not exaggerating, a single centimeter above his petty head. He looks at me wide-eyed and pulls out a walkie-talkie in one hand and a gun in the other.

I turned to find a man standing in the hall. The sight of him made my skin crawl. He was huge, like a football player, with spiked hair and a smile that was all top teeth and gums.

my eyes rolled. "yeah, no shit. you could be a little quieter before entering my room. thanks."

     "Let me go!" I shouted as I tried to pry open the door. Tears burned as my eye, and my breath was heavily elevated. I wanted to get as far from the man as I could.

“Why is Le Quan’s badge with you?” I gulped and don’t know what to respond. I diverted my eyes from his eye contact and he climbed out of the bed to reach me. He grasped my arm with force and his eyes softened when he noticed I was in pain from his grip.

"Not if you do what I say, princess." He whispered to me and I immediately dug my fingernails into his skin, pinching as hard as I could.

“I promise to get you whatever you want,” he begged, “I won’t know what to do without you here.”

Knock, Knock, ding dong, ding dong, Knock, knock, I woke up out of a sound sleep to a frantic knock at the door followed by the ringing of the doorbell. This happened several times before I was coherent enough to realize it was not a dream. I sat up and place my feet on the side of the bed placing them in the slippers that I slip on and off when I am going to bed. I could hear a voice behind the knocks but it frightened me when I looked at the clock. I gaited like a duck to the front door because my left foot would often become stiff when not in use for an extended length of time. Although afraid to answer I decided to listen to the voice on the other side of the door before calling the police. When my mind realizes who was the owner