Screams in the night (closed)
They had come and taken Hermione from the room and she didn’t know where. She was scared, so very scared. They had no idea what they were doing to her friend, or what they were going to do to her for that matter. Silent tears fell down her cheeks for no sounds could come from her lips any more, they had stolen her voice.
Fear was a funny thing indeed, sometimes you could use it and it would make you stronger, but all Aggie could think about what the pain in her wrists from where she had been trying to free herself from the ropes. Pain from the cuts and scratches she had caused. Fear was taking her over and she felt sick.
The fear was worse than usual, she had no Angel Feather necklace to heal her wounds, she had to weapon, she had not knight in shining armour, all she had was that sickening dread that she would never see Swan again. She would never feel his arms around his, his lips pressed to her own, she would never wake with his body pressed to her own.
In her head she spoke silent prayers, desperation washed over her as she felt the clock ticking, each time becoming slower, she knew what that meant. Time was running out, it would soon be over.
There was a noise in the room, the sound of footsteps and she tried to see where they came from but she could not see anything or anyone, there was too much blackness. Soft words were muttered and she stifled a cry. Her voice, she had gotten her voice back.
There was no time to process this, someone grabbed her hand and turned it over so the palm was facing upwards. There was a glimmer of light against a blade. Then there was screaming. Someone had pushed the blade of a dagger into her palm and dragged it towards her fingers slicing her palm open.
Blood tricked from the wound and down her fingers and began to drip off of the ends of it. But through the screams and the crying she didn’t notice the blood didn’t drip onto the floor.
Fear was a funny thing indeed, sometimes you could use it and it would make you stronger, but all Aggie could think about what the pain in her wrists from where she had been trying to free herself from the ropes. Pain from the cuts and scratches she had caused. Fear was taking her over and she felt sick.
The fear was worse than usual, she had no Angel Feather necklace to heal her wounds, she had to weapon, she had not knight in shining armour, all she had was that sickening dread that she would never see Swan again. She would never feel his arms around his, his lips pressed to her own, she would never wake with his body pressed to her own.
In her head she spoke silent prayers, desperation washed over her as she felt the clock ticking, each time becoming slower, she knew what that meant. Time was running out, it would soon be over.
There was a noise in the room, the sound of footsteps and she tried to see where they came from but she could not see anything or anyone, there was too much blackness. Soft words were muttered and she stifled a cry. Her voice, she had gotten her voice back.
There was no time to process this, someone grabbed her hand and turned it over so the palm was facing upwards. There was a glimmer of light against a blade. Then there was screaming. Someone had pushed the blade of a dagger into her palm and dragged it towards her fingers slicing her palm open.
Blood tricked from the wound and down her fingers and began to drip off of the ends of it. But through the screams and the crying she didn’t notice the blood didn’t drip onto the floor.