Red's Wolf

Two

Did the cover of nightfall provide a safe ally for those that wrecked havoc on the earth?

Rosalyn felt the stirrings of a sinister presence, could feel a disturbing gaze on her exposed form. Surrounded by nothing but trees and no sign of hope she held her breath, somehow thinking this would mask her presence. The world felt like its life was beginning to fade, a newfound darkness being summoned. In her mind she chanted odd lines from a holy text in spite of knowing that no God would save her from what was to come. She was done for.

And what came was something that Rosalyn would never be able to forget. The memory surely would haunt her even after she had reached her grave, which was most likely quite soon. She wondered if she would find any peace in death, would she be strung along in the afterlife like she had been here. Her mind filled with a cloudy haze as white lights danced in her vision before drowning in red. And then there he was, emerging from the smoke like a God of War.

He brought red, wore the color across his face like warpaint as he emerged from a cloud of smoky black. Hooded eyes glaring at her with such menace that it seemed nothing short of sin. Instinct told her to run, walk, crawl away from what approached her now.

A male, whose body was displayed to the world without any filters, bare of cloth, Rosalyn found her lids closing at once. She turned on her side ignoring the pain that coiled around her insides. With the little strength she possessed her arms stretched forward, nails clawing into the dirt beneath her. Rosalyn pulled herself away from the stranger's path, but could she get away? The question was answered at once.

A foot so heavy landed on the chains that entangled her ankle, sharply halting her from moving any further. The thrum of metal rattled all the bones in her body and she hissed in pain. A voice then murmured but Rosalyn could not make out the words as she was too lost in agony to hear. A strong hand wrapped around the waves of her hair, her neck was jerked up as she was manipulated to his liking. Rosalyn was on her knees with her back arched excruciatingly, and eyes tightly shut. Fear settled heavily in her system until she was drowning in the emotion. She had never been this afraid, not even when her mother's ill fated news had rocked her world.

"Please," the whisper left her lips at once but, she did not know what she was begging for. Perhaps a fast end if he was planning on killing her, or a leeway into the future. What would he decide for her? What did she want him to do? The unending questions were all she was able to think of at such a time. If he wasn't going to kill her then her own mind would be her doom, the feeling of not knowing what would happen next ate her away.

A moment of silence so disheartening lasted then, if it were not for the grip on her hair she would have thought he had departed. Her body was jerked forward then and off the ground. An exhale of hot humid air warmed her face, Rosalyn's pulse quickened. Long moments of silence passed then, and they did little to calm her thundering nerves.

"Open," his voice was a dangerous timber that consisted of domination. Rosalyn's body shivered in fear so palpable he could taste it. Another tug of her hair had her neck bending, she silenced a cry of pain. "Open your eyes." A command so shamelessly given, which was expected to be followed. Clearly he was someone who was accustomed to getting his way.

Had she not been in such a precarious state Rosalyn would have given the man a few choice words. However, the situation was dire and in no way was a sour attitude going to help her here. She had to think about the bigger picture, and that picture was of her ticket to freedom, not an early grave.

Once, then twice, her lids fluttered before she complied with no other option. Eyes so obsidian studied her, Rosalyn could see her terrified reflection within the depths. See the look of permanent horror marring her expression. Her vision followed the path of the paint he had smeared over his face, she realized it was blood. His face neared her neck then, the column of his nose ran along her throat. Instinctively the girl recoiled back only to be roughly put back in place. His eyes closed while an insatiable growl vibrated through his body. Something was decided then in his mind, something that did not bode well for her.