White Box

Prolouge

1880 London, England

Peter and Anne ran down the streets of London running like something was chasing them. It was dark probably about midnight and the clouds veiled the moon.

"Come on!" yelled Peter who was now far ahead of Anne. Anne was short for a sixteen year old and had pale skin. She had brown hair that fell to her mid back and she was carrying something in her hand, a white box. The box shined in the dark of the night and was about the size of a shoe box.

"Anne, your falling behind! We're almost there!" he yelled.

Anne was very far behind Peter now, and she looked behind and saw an orange glow start to grow far behind her.

"Peter! They're following us!" she yelled.

Peter looked back and ran to Anne and took her other hand and ran. They ran very far and eventualy turned a corner. But when they turned the corner all they saw was that orange glow growing and coming closer down the street, there were now two mobs of people one behind them and one infront of them.

"Peter! over here!" Anne yelled. She was hidding in a small alley way and behind a garbage can. Peter paused for a moment and then went in too. They waited for the two mobs to uproach them and listened to them talk.

"Hey whered those Fuckers go?! We've been following them for hours!"

"Maybe they're hiding somewhere!?" one of the woman said. "In that alley, right over there." When she said this everyone in the mob slowly turned to face the alley. They held their torches and pitchforks high and started to walk towards the alley where Peter and Anne were. Peter whispered to Anne.

"Anne you go on, you have to destroy it...it's the only way," Anne started to cry.

"But Patrick, please dont do this! Remember Becca, your going crazy just like she did!" Patrick got up and ran into the mob!

"THERE'S THE BOY!" the woman yelled. They all pilled over top of him and cut of his head with a knife. Anne quickly started to climb the building!

"HEY! THE GIRL IS GETTING AWAY!" yelled a man!

Anne got to the top of the building and saw the Atlantic Ocean. She was almost there a little more than a block away. She started to run across the building top when something grabbed her ankle!

"I GOT YOU NOW GIRL, I'M SO GLAD I GET TO TEACH YOU A LESSON!" yelled the man that had her ankle. Anne quickly grabbed the machete of her belt and cut off the man's hand! She got up and continued to the sea, she could hear the man screaming in agony...Thats when she looked back, and 5 other men had made their way to the roof, two carrying pitchforks, two swords, and the last one carried a bow and a sheath of arrows. Luckily Anne was out of this archers range.

It was about 1:00 a.m. and Anne was about halfway down the block (ontop of the buildings that is). She looked back once more and saw that there were far more than 5 men on the London roof tops now. It was an uncountable amount. Anne just kept running remembering Peter, Becca and Harry and their sad deaths. Thats when she made it to a sort of revine between the building she was on and the new block, however it wasn't as large a gap as a street, it was only an alley way below... she had to jump, she wasn't getting her head cut off tonight. She jumped....and...........

She opened her eyes and she was on the other side! She continued to run and run and run...... Thats when an arrow hit her right on her side...she kept going, she had to....she thought about what Peter had done for the destruction of the box, the horrid White box. Se found the energy to push on, she was close now...very close.

She made it to the last building and saw a ladder that could take her down, she looked at the sea and saw a blacksmith, she could throw it into the fire. She just had to destroy the horrid White Box...after that she didn't care what happened. She started to climb but while the upper half of her body was still showing another arrow struck her on the side! Luckily Anne found the energy to push in a little longer. She was now slower than ever and eventualy made it to the boardwalk. The Blacksmith shop was all the way at the end of the boardwalk, and the water was very rough and deep there. It was just about 2:00 a.m. now, Anne turned her head around for a brief moment to see that the original 5 men had made it to the ground, she also saw that the one man was reaching back for another arrow! I can make it, but if i get hit with one more arrow I'm done for', thought Anne. She looked back and saw the arrow get fired! However it whizzed passed her and flew into the ocean. Phew!

Anne made her way to the blacksmith shop. She went over to the door . . . locked, looking over her shoulder she saw the five men moving closer! The 16 year old Anne slowley moved to the window, for she had lost alot of blood and climbed in. She then looked around for a furnace or fire pit, but couldnt find one . . . Suddenly the men burst through the door!

"HELLO AGAIN!" one of them said, she looked at him and noticed he had only one hand. Anne didn't know what to do, she thought of Peter, Becca and Harry for the last time. The men dragged her out side and attached a ball and chain to her ankle. Despite all the pain they gave Anne she held tightly on to the White Box. They then waited for more of the mob to catch up. Once more came, two men dragged her by the arms to the edge of the board walk ( it took five men to carry the ball and chain).

"Any last words?" asked the man, not really caring if she did or not . . . "Fine then," Then the five men picked up the ball and pushed into the water, it pulled Anne into the water so fast, that the impact hurt a lot. As Anne sunk into the ocean, unable to swim back up, all she thought about is how she failed and that the White Box was still alive. . .