To Be The One

Chapter Two

Chapter Two

The next thing I said probably wasn't a great idea.

"Frankie."

I was always correcting people, I mean, Frances was way too 1800's. But somehow, I don't think the man in front of me appreciated my correction and I got all that from the way his green slits narrowed at me.

He was silent for a few seconds, watching me with those piercing green eyes, before a loud booming laughter escaped his lips. Following his mouth movement, only then did I see the small hairs that lined up his God-like jawline.

"Is that so, Frankie?" A smirk emerged from the side of his lips, slowly becoming more prominent as he leaned closer to me, making me lean back in a weird shuffle-like movement.

   I gulped, glancing down towards the exit where Todd had previously abandoned me. Great, one exit. Well this isn't looking typical.

The man in front of me slowly removed one hand from the clutch he had on my wrists, still easily pinning me to the wall with both my wrists now smothered by his large callous hand. Distracted by this movement, I didn't notice his open hand slide into the back of what looked like a black cape.

Who wears a black cape in the Twenty-First century?

He slowly brought forth a long silver blade which began to shimmer and cast out a blue glow, reminding me of something I wish I could forget. It was a scythe. Its intricate silver blade began to shrink in size right before my eyes, to a much more manageable size. Like a kitchen knife.  

What was this, a Halloween trick? Am I getting pranked?

Aha! There’s probably a camera crew peeking on us right now and they’re going to jump out and say “Ha! It was all a joke-“

In one fluid motion, the man pressed it up against my neck, his knee digging into my groin.

A muffled cry escaped my lips as I felt the cool of the blade press against the soft skin on my neck.

Oh my God, I'm going to die!

The man sneered above me, "Bye bye, beautiful." Well that escalated quickly.

The blade pressed harder against my skin causing it to break under the sharp edge, blood gushing forward, pushing to get past the broken flesh.

Squeezing my eyes closed I could hear him inhale deeply. That's when the feeling came back. I'd forgotten about the fuzzy warm feeling. My head tightened again as a wave of nausea hit me, brought on by the panic I was now feeling as I could see a red liquid drip onto my yellow coat.

  I stumbled forward a bit, going dizzy; my vision blacking ever so slightly. My captor seemed shocked as I fell onto him, the blade was quickly dropped and the man held me up by my shoulders, supporting me with his knee and the cold, wet wall behind me.

No, no…Please not this again!

It was funny really, instead of letting me lean further into the scythe's blade, the man was holding me upright, supporting my dead weight. From his body tension, I could tell he was shocked and probably frustrated, as he began to release me; "Do you mind?"

That's when my head snapped up and the inner turmoil I was feeling exploded from my skin in a fury of shocking energy, throwing the mysterious man back from me. Although I knew my eyes were open, I couldn't see anything; only hear the whoosh around me.

The man let out a howl as he crashed on impact, landing hard against the dirty floor.

Oh God, oh God!