Guardian Of The Flames: Chapter One [Part Two]
Ms Woodcott nearly tore through the door at the end of the hallway, barging into a poorly kept office. The floor was coated with a thick layer of dust ,the walls were bare and the only pieces of furniture were a small desk located in the middle of the room and behind it a rickety chair in which was seated a sour faced man currently busy in glaring at the papers scattered on his desk.
"I thought I sent Gibson to deal with your case, Ms Woodcott," he said, slowly raising his head to look at them. "But I presume a suitable conclusion has not yet been reached?"
"I thought I made my requirements perfectly clear to you Carlston," Ms Woodcott snarled.
Mr Carlston sighed in annoyance."So you have. And so have I, as I would like to believe. The conditions remain the same-tell me for whom it is you work and this boy-, "he gestured towards Kevin with his hand "will be accepted immediately, without the trials."
Ms Woodcott let out a frustrated scream, pointing her knife at Carlston. "I cannot tell you that'! You have to accept him; I refuse to deal with this menace any longer. I want my freedom."
His fright kept Kevin from groaning aloud. This had been happening for the past two years- Ms Woodcott would demand that Mr Carlston 'accepted' him (whatever that was supposed to mean), Carlston would refuse, Ms Woodcott would threaten him after which she would be refused again and then sent away.
Carlston looked back at his papers."You know my answer to that and point that knife somewhere else Ms Woodcott. You know that if you kill me, you will never get what you want. My decision is final. And might I request you to stop murdering my employees? It is quite tedious to find people ready to work here as it is. As a matter of fact-," he continued his voice rising towards the end "I now refuse to ever again consider your case."
Kevin had never understood how Carlston wasn't terrified of Ms Woodcott. Neither did he understand why he was the only one Ms Woodcott couldn't harm while she could inflict as much pain as she liked upon anyone else. To be honest, he didn't know much of anything that was going on and while he would very much like to, he was never going to. Ms Woodcott wasn't exactly the kind of person that appreciated curiosity or anything that required him to speak. She had informed him long ago that she wouldn't hesitate to kill him if he did something to 'displease' her.
Another scream wrenched itself out of her throat as Ms Woodcott's black eyes changed to a blood red. She turned and stormed out of the office. Kevin was left standing in the room, blinking in surprise. He hadn't realized when she had let go of his arm.
Had she really just left him all alone?
"Well boy, are you just going to stand there?" Carlston said, not looking up from his papers.
Dazed, Kevin let himself out of the office and moved down the long hallway. She had never let him out of her sight since he had tried to run away last year ; locking him up , binding his hands whenever they had to go outside , 'training' him indoors. He didn't know what to expect at the moment and that scared him more than anything else. As he approached the front door, he dwelled on the different possibilities.
Would he be dragged back to house and tied up again or would he be tied up and left out in the rain?
Someone grabbed his right hand, making him gasp in surprise. Turning around he saw the guard from earlier standing beside him who reached out a scarred hand and took the oil lamp from Kevin's grasp which he hadn't even noticed he was still holding. The guard then moved to stand in the corner, almost hidden by the shadows. After standing near the door for what seemed like quite some time, he nervously opened the door and stepped out into the rain.
Screams and hysterical laughter filled his ears as soon as he stepped out. Glancing down the street, he could spot her figure, still clutching the knife. She seemed to be moving from house to house, attacking the doors with her knife. Or at least that was what it looked like; it was hard to make out through the rain. He could only imagine her crazed eyes , her sinister smile as she moved farther down the street. He tried not to think about what would happen if she noticed him. She wasn't yet very far from where he was standing but was at a safe distance. The rain was increasing; the winds were getting stronger as the howled past him. Lightning flashed in the sky above and thunder rolled in the distance. And even though he could barely stand or even see clearly, in that moment he made his decision. His heart pounding against his chest, he turned in the other direction and took off into the night.
He didn't remember ever running this fast. He didn't really know where he was going, he just ran through the streets, through the winding paths and alleys, even as the rain soaked him to the bone and he was very nearly on the verge of passing out. He had even tried knocking on the doors, after he felt like he had run some distance, begging for help but everyone had recognized him (Ms Woodcott had dragged him down the streets too many times for them not to) and they shut the door in his face.
He had realized his mistake in asking for help much later, when he had heard the screams and laughter following him. Of course everyone would point her in the direction of where he had gone, they lived in constant fear of being slaughtered by her. He ran even faster, trying to hold back a sob. She could not catch him; he would be dead before the end of the night. After running a while, the streets almost fading to a blur, the laughter had stopped. He had continued to run, not wanting to take any chances before he felt like he couldn't do it anymore. He ducked into a narrow alleyway between two buildings and stopped, leaning back against one of the walls.
He was breathing hard, coughing and spluttering ; having no idea as to what he was going to do. He could run through the entire down for as many days as he wanted but she would find him. There was nowhere for him to hide.
'Maybe dying won't be so bad' he thought to himself 'At least I'll be away from her.'
Despite what he was thinking, he turned to look towards the entrance to the alleyway and what he saw made his heart nearly stop in his chest.
Dark red eyes were staring directly at him through the rain and the fog. A crazed grin was etched onto her face, her pale hand clutching a knife dripping with blood. He let out a yell as he turned and pelted in the other direction. He could hear her running after him.
"You can't run," he could hear her yell."I'll catch you and make sure you never run again. You're not fearful enough! You'll learn to feel fear, I'll make you be afraid."
Trying and failing to block out her voice, he made sharp turns, following the narrowest of paths. After a while the laughter was starting to fade a little again.
'Please let her be falling behind. Please let her be falling behind' he thought desperately. He turned the next corner into another alley. 'She can't catch me, she can't catch me, she can't-'
He slipped and fell face first on the ground, the impact knocking the wind out of him. He couldn't get up, couldn't move. Tears leaked out of his eyes as the laughter became louder and his vision grew blurrier. He faintly heard footsteps coming towards him and his heart sank.
The last thing he saw was a gloved hand reaching toward him before everything went black.