Hi everyone! :)
How are you guys? Been alright?
Okay, okay. I have to confess you guys something for which you will hate me.
I have a abnormally huge writers block.
I don't know why, but I just don't have any inspiration or ideas on how to make this story interesting anymore. Everything I write down sounds so stupid and it's getting more than frustrating. The only ideas I get are completely different ones which is why I started to write a new story on which I've written already about five chapters. I think about putting Danger on hold for a while and concentrate on the other story. Maybe it'll help since the story I'm working on isn't as serious as this one.
I plan on publishing my new story later on that day or tomorrow:)
And again, I am really sorry. I am such a shitty person. I know :(
But I'll try my hardest and best to write on this story as soon as I can! Promise! And maybe you guys can comment your own opinions and ideas? Maybe that'll help too? :)
Anyways enjoy this terribly written chapter!
Melxx
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He was running. Running for not only his dear life, but for the life of his sister as well. Ever single vein and muscle protested at the fast pace he was going at though Carter did not care about it at all. The fucking ache felt all over his body and the few cuts reopening as they just had started to heal? Yeah, he did not give a damned thought to all of that as he continued to run and run as the broken voice of that demon kept replaying itself over and over again.
"Go. You hear me? Right after this, take Chloe, then run as fast as you can and don't ever look back, okay? I don't know how long I'll be able to hold myself. She's on the second floor, first door to your left. Go. Now."
And that he was doing. He was running as fast as he could in his state, not once looking back. Ignoring the aching pain appearing in his lungs and his darkening vision that told him to take a much needed break by taking deep breaths in, he could only picture his little sister alone in a room completely battered and bruised. And that was the only image he needed to carry on and ignore the agonizingly pain he could feel everywhere.
His heart was matching to his breathing, quick and uncontrollable as he forced his muscles to move quicker. He could not wait a second longer to be away from his sister. He needed to make sure that she was okay, that she was fine with no traces of her being hurt. No cuts, no bruises. Nothing. Though he knew, he just knew that when he looked like he did just now, his sister could not look any better. If anything, she must have been through worse but he quickly pushed those horrible thoughts aside as he ran or at least tried to ran the stairs up.
Balance had to be searched on the banister to stop himself from doubling over in pain as waves of coughing left his dry lips. And as he once leaned over to just sit there for a second or two, he could literally feel it. The slow, terribly slow feeling of his wound ever so slowly opening again on his whole bare back. It was one of those really deep cuts that bastard did to him by whipping him on his bare back to his own sick enjoyment. Though he bit on the inside of his cheeks and stood back up again, ignoring the ache and the stench of blood that was dripping down his back as he walked the last few steps up before he took a sharp turn to face the very first door on his left were apparently, his little sister Chloe was in.
Was he ready to see her? No.
Did he know what was waiting for him in the room? Partly.
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Was it going to be bad? Yes, much more than just bad.
With those thoughts, he gripped the door handle as he felt hesitation swarm through him as he closed his eyes to exhale deeply in an attempt to calm his racing heart down. Pushing all of that away, he opened his eyes again, feeling determined more than ever to escape this hellhole as he pushed open the door and did not waste any other precious second of their time. Blindly walking into the darkness, he searched with his hands for anything standing in his way or preferably, a flicker to switch on the light. Though he quickly gave up and walked deeper into the blackness.
"Chloe?" He mumbled quietly, hesitantly as if he were afraid to break the never ending silence surrounding him. "Sis?"
And then the whole room won at light as he briefly heard the clicking sound of someone pressing on the flicker. His head immediately snapped up to the source of the noise and landed on a petite woman who was probably in her late thirties as she stood there in the doorway with distant eyes towards something behind him, a weak smile on her face.
"Who are you?" He trusted himself to ask after a moment of only starring at her before he regained back to the situation at hand. Only then it seemed that the woman noticed him standing in the middle of the room as her smile faltered a bit.
"Dallas," she replied and her pale form switched her attention back to what was behind him. He wanted to ask her so much more -what she was doing here, who she really was and what she knew but she was the first to speak.
"You should hurry," she began, addressing him as she looked him back in the eyes. "I can sense that he is starting to lose control. You have only a couple more minutes to escape. Hurry. Go."
And then she was gone. Just like that. Vanished into thin air to leave him standing there shell-shocked for the fewest of seconds before he regained back from the odd occurrence and faced the deathly pale, too thin frame to actually considered as healthy anymore his sister turned into.
Right at that moment, he could have done so many things and he were to lie to himself if he said that he would not enjoy doing any of those things. How he would love to beat that fucker to his near death just like he had to went through, only to heal him again and again so he could repeat said torture on him. Though he knew that now was not the time for revenge. Karma was not forgiving and that bastard? Yeah, he had a lot of stuff awaiting him.
Hesitantly and as careful as ever, his trembling arms scooped up the light and small frame of his little sister. He was afraid of touching her since every visible spot of her skin held either burning marks, bruises and large cuts. A tear fell from his eye, down to the arm of his sister as he hovered above her and held her in his arms.
"I'm so sorry, baby sis," he whispered to the unconscious girl laying limply in his arms. What he felt at that very moment of finally being with his little sister again, was not something he could ever describe. The amount of self hatred, anger, happiness and the want to kill someone he felt were emotions he could not cope with. It just was too much for him.
And he was blaming only himself for all of that to happen.
Had he been just a little bit more careful, watched over a little bit more then maybe, all of this could have been prevented from happening. His baby sister went through things he could never ever imagine. Things he swore to keep her away from. Things she never had to worry about. Ever.
Though it happened, didn't it?
You fucking asshole.
Yeah, that was what he was. And a lot more.
Some movements of his little sister snapped him back to reality and he watched through tears in his eyes how she was probably having a nightmare.
In the past as they still were little, she used to run into his room, dive next to him into the covers and snuggle up at him after she woke up from a nightmare. Those nights were spent talking about their future selves, about how they would never in a million years separate from one another and always be there for each other. He would always promise to keep her safe from those nightmares. That he would be her personal hero.
He had managed well. Though on her biggest nightmare? He wasn't there to rescue her as promised. He wasn't there and he had broken a very important promise. He had let her down, for her to be on her own in a world no one could ever imagine living in.
He was a liar.
A stupid asshole.
A fucking idiot who couldn't keep promises.
A fucking wimp for not being able to protect the only person who always had been there in his life.
Exhaling deeply, he tightened his grip on his little sister and opened his eyes with new found determination before he ran as fast as he could for his life the second time that night. And this time, it was their home he was heading at.
Carter was finally going home.
With his little sister Chloe in his arms.
