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Hi, my name is Abigail
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 | ~In the Depths of Despair Love~ .::.5.::. |
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 4.64 with 14 vote(s)
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| Created: 2008-04-15 08:20:56 |
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Recap: Of chapter 4:
“So lets…” Abigail was interrupted by a scream, coming from Lira. “What is it?!” Abigail asked, concerned. “Behind you!” Lira replied in revulsion. It was the man who got hit by the rock, he had awakened.
Abigail immediately backed away closer to Lira, grasping her hand. “You thought you were going to escape eh? Well too bad suckers!” He barked, as he snatched his lash.
“Run!” Lira shouted to Abigail. They scampered out of the cave, like mice, as prickle covered coppice, got stuck in their feet, leaving throbbing scratches. It hurt a lot but they were strong, as rock hard, at least they tried to be. “Oh no! He’s catching up!” Abigail bawled. “Quick, over there! Hide!” Lira shouted pointing to an undersized bridge, covered with thorns. Lira was to unnerved she had forgotten she still had a knife in her hand.
“Lira!” Abigail shouted.
“Shh! Not now, he’s coming!” Lira replied. “But Lira!” Abigail shouted once more. “Shh!” Lira said, infuriated. The immense kidnapper, walked away, without suspicion.
“Lira, you…” Before Abigail finished her sentence, the knife that Lira was holding struck into Abigail’s thigh powerfully. Lira gasped in anxiety.
That’s what Abigail was going to remind Lira about, that she still had a knife in her hand, and that she should be cautious.
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Chapter 5:
“Abigail!” Lira managed to say. Abigail was too injured to speak. Lira carried her trying to walk with her in her arms. Lira felt heavy, but coped to carry her, remorsefully. “Lira, you don’t have to do this…” Abigail tried to say. “Oh, Abigail don’t speak, and I must.” Lira whispered, a bit smiling.
Abigail was happy, but pained, she was certainly happy to have a trusted friend such as Lira, despite the fact that they recently met. Lira carried her close by a flourishing, jade tree, as she snatched a leaf from it and draped it over Abigail’s wiry thigh. “There, that will help the wound.” Lira told her laying her down carefully.
The sky turned into a nightly darkness, as the moon beam shone across them. “Lira, I think you and I both should get some good night sleep.” Abigail sighed in a soft voice.
“You’re probably right, that way your thigh would also restore to health.” Lira agreed as she lay down beside her, turning to the opposite side. They both shut they’re eyes and dozed off.
Daylight peeled away the shelter of darkness. Abigail awoke first. “Lira! Wake up!” She shouted in a sudden panic.
“I’m awake, I’m awake!” Lira said as her eyes drooped down, while she yawned. “Do you hear that?” Abigail questioned as she placed her ear to the closest direction to the sound. Lira tried to listen vigilantly. Far away there were high pitched animal howls. “Yes, I do!” Lira exclaimed. “The howl gets louder every second.” Abigail pointed out, cautiously.
“We better start to get going; but the howls might be…be...” Lira shuddered to say. “Might be what? What? What Lira? What?!” Abigail nervously asked her, as she raised her voice.
“The…the… blood hounds…” Lira said shuddering, while sweating, fretfully. Abigail froze in shock. This nearness to danger pressed against both girls. It was suffocating, like the dryness of hay and the dryness in their throats. Abigail stood up. “Lira…” Abigail stopped, and cleared her throat, still vague from the utter shock. “Lira, we could stand here frozen to death, but we must be brave and start our journey.” Abigail proclaimed. “Yes, without a doubt.”
Abigail limped, as she followed Lira. “Remember, we must be heading to Tennessee.” Abigail said, still not forgetting Lester. “Don’t worry.” Lira promised grinning.
“Ahh! Lira, run!” Abigail screamed, as she spotted three men with five blood hounds across about twenty meters away. Abigail ran as fast as she could for the same with Lira. They both noticed an old graveyard behind a broken down church, probably from ages ago; they ran and hid behind a bulky gravestone, quivering and breathing extremely deeply. “Don’t—breathe—as—heavy.” Lira told her, while saying it word by word, since of heavy breathing. “Shh!” Abigail told her as the blood hounds scampered along into the graveyard, with the three men.
Abigail felt her heart strike, thump, beat, bash, wallop, and she might of heard Lira’s heart beat as well as hers. Then she heard footsteps fade away. Abigail thought the coast was clear; the same with Lira, so lira took a step out to continue their expedition.
“No! Lira!” Abigail yelled, just realizing that the blood hounds were still there. But moreover too late…Abigail watched unspeakably Lira get murdered and killed, ripped to shreds by the blood hound’s fierce, razor-sharp teeth. Their firm teeth were too sharp they cut through her flesh.
Abigail just stood their completely and dreadfully traumatized. |
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