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When Roses Grow Black Chapter 21 The three just stood, looking to me for answers. My eyes darted in between each one and then finally landed on Nick. "I think we already know that answer," I replied. We may have thought we were confused, but deep down in our souls, we knew the truth. The truth which had to be revealed or forever haunt us for the rest of our lives. "So now what?" Kevin asked breaking the silence. "We wait,"Brian answered for me. "For what?" came a weak voice from beside me. My eyes widened and a smile spread across my face. "Nick! You're awake!!" I exclaimed as I grabbed his hand. At the sound of Nick's voice, Kevin, Brian and AJ had all surrounded the bed. All at once his 'big brothers' as he calls them began talking and reprimanding him for scaring them. The happy moment died as the door to the room crashed open and a shadowed figure stepped in. He was tall, muscular, and his face was hidden by a impenetrable shadow. In his right hand he held a large semi-automatic shot gun, aimed and ready to shoot. Kevin and Brian visibly stiffened and watched horrified as the events played before them. I could tell they were frozen in their spots by the look of shock on their faces. Nick quickly and painfully sat straight up in his bed, not sure of what to do. AJ who by this time was standing beside me, shoved me behind him; shielding me from being hurt or seen. Against AJ's wishes I stepped out from behind him. I didn't like hiding, running I was okay with, but hiding was something I didn't do. Some would say that running and hiding were the same things. I could never bring myself to think that. I knew that both were basically wrong to do, but for some bizarre reason I chose one over the other. When you hide, you are still relatively close to what your hiding from. When you run, you get away from it altogether. Maybe I never hid because I knew I'd only get caught, only get hurt. The moment I stepped out from behind AJ I was staring down the barrel of the gun before I could blink. 'Oh, shit,' was the only thought that would register in my mind as I froze in fear. I was only dimly aware of AJ's protests, and Nick doing something. The only thing I saw was the black, life-ending shot gun barrel. My heart pounding so loud it began blocking out all other noise. Then one sentence was spoken clearly enough for me to hear, "Your mine, Princess." It was him. I hadn't heard more than a thousand words off his tongue yet knew his voice as I knew my own. His voice was deep, and raspy. The typical evil male voice you'd find in movies or TV. Like the killer in Scream when he talks in the thing on the phone. Only his voice was naturally like that. I knew his voice, I knew his eyes. His eyes… I could see them clear as day from my dreams. Black eyes, both devoid of emotion or color. As if he were alive without a soul. Just plain evil and malicious. "Where is your magic now, my dear Rose?" He asked and his shadowed face displayed a triumphant smirk. "It looks like your guardians are rendered helpless as well, such a shame." I stared at him blankly and his smile faltered for a second. I honestly had no clue what the hell he was talking about. Magic?? Was he talking about the Wicca crap I had tried doing?? I had failed miserably at it, needless to say. Guardians?? Weren't your parents your guardians?? My stomach sank as the words shot from my lips, "What did you do to my parents??" His smile faded at my outburst. All I could think was that I was in for it now.Next: Chapter 22 |