A Curse of Luck

A Curse of Luck (A kidnapped story) (19)

Think, think, think I need to think of something.

I scoot off the bed and what seems to be slow motion I approach the two men. Don looks like he's slowly losing consciousness or maybe dyeing either one is not good.

I instinctively grab the strangers arm the one he's using to strangle Don with and try to pull it away from Don.

"Please stop, you're killing him!" I shout in distress.

The stranger doesn't turn to me but answers, "yes, I know that's the goal."

"You want to kill him?" My eyes bulge out, I'm in disbelief. He said it so easily like he was telling you the time.

The stranger finally turns to me whiles still not letting up his hold. My eyes reach his, and I stall. His eyes they're, they're so amazing. I mean they're dark blue but so dark it's almost black.

To anyone else in there right mind his eyes would mean danger, and a warning to stay away.

That is what I should be feeling and doing, but for some reason I feel very calm and at ease. I look over the rest of his face, it's hard to explain it's so familiar but so foreign at the same time.

Who is this man?

His eyes look over me as well. "I've missed you, give me a few more moments and then he'll be dead."

He turns his attention back to Don, and raises his hand to join the other in strangling Don.

He missed me, what does that mean, and, wait he'll be dead in a few more moments?!

That snaps me out of whatever trance I was just in. I shake my head to clear my thoughts. I can't let him do this. What the hell is wrong with this guy?

"You cant kill him, let him go."

"Yes- I- can and no."

"No, what do you mean no." I stumble out.

"I- mean he deserves to die for what he's done to you."

"But he didn't actually do anything, you cant kill him, punish him maybe, but not kill him." My voice becomes desperate.

"He- hurt- you emotionally as well as physically, death is his punishment."

"That's not for you to decide, why do you even care?"

His head jerks to look at me as if I just insulted him or something. I instinctively take a step back.

I mean stranger danger, I still don't if he's friend or foe even if he is technically saving me.

He opens his mouth to speak but stops when Calder's voice rages out.

"What in the hell is going on, Will, let my slave go!"

Wait, what did he just say, did he just call this man Will.

Theres no way, this cant be Will, he looks and acts nothing like him.

I'm completely confused and shocked, this cant be right. Calder is off his rocker. But then where is Will? I look behind Calder, but only see a hand full of his men. No Will in sight.

"My name is not Will, and your slave threatens what is mine, he must die."

See I knew it wasn't Will, its impossible. He must of mistaken him, I mean I guess I see slight similarities like his bone structure, but nothing else.

And what is he talking about what is mine, what is his. He cant be talking about me, can he?

I stare at Calder, wondering what he'll do next.