Seal of Love

Too Little Too Late

     Leo's Point of View:

    You know how in horror movies, the girl running from the killer trips an exaggerated amount of times while trying to run? Well, I know that its not just an exaggeration. Well, at least not in my experience. 

    Starlet was limping through the woods, the only light showing was from the flashing lights of lightning above us. She kept tripping repeatedly. Over what? I don't know. Maybe it was the trunks of the trees, or maybe even over her own two feet. She couldn't see a thing in front of her and I was perfectly alright with that.

    I tightened my grip on the knife in my hand, eyes gleaming. "Keep on running, girl!" I called out to her in a raspy voice. I heard her cry out once again as she fell to the ground, sobbing and cursing my name. "Damn you, Leo..."

    Trying to stay patient, I wiped the long blade of my knife on my shirt, cleaning off Starlet's sticky crimson blood. I had caught up with her several of times, stabbing her twenty or so times in the legs. 'This game seems to be going on forever!' I thought irritatedly.

    I waited quietly as Starlet stood back up again and continued limping forward, sobbing loudly. 'I don't know where she thinks she's going,' I thought, setting my jaw and moving my grip on the knife. I grabbed it's sharp blade, digging the palms of my hand into it. I shivered in delight as I felt the feeling of hot blood trickle down my fingers.

    Lightning struck the sky and I glanced back up, finally getting the idea where Starlet was trying to reach. I frowned and studied the small, wooden lodge that stood in front of me. I heard a slam of the wooden doors as Starlet rushed inside and narrowed my eyes as a rush of anger flooded through me.

    No. I can't lose the seal again. I WON'T lose it again... No one understands how much people I've KILLED just to FIND the thing! Furious, I slammed open the door, squinting into the dark room. I saw a dark, red couch sitting in the corner of the room, a queen sized bed with wooden framing sitting next to the fireplace, and a coffee table, so old that it barely stands. But no Starlet.

    I eyed the bed suspiciously. It looked newly made, but there was an obvious large lump right in the middle of the covers. I couldn't help but laugh to myself. "So we're playing a game of hide-and-seek, huh?" I asked. "Ready or not, here I come!"

    I smiled and quietly shut the door, locking it behind me. I moved my knife from hand to hand, slowly walking closer to the bed. "Oh where, oh where did the little girl go?" I sang. "Is she... under the bed?" I threw off the bed sheets, but to my dismay, the large lump only turned out to be just a pile of pillows.

    Feeling even more irritated, I continued on with my search. "Is she... over HERE?" I threw away the window curtains and another surge of anger jolted through me when I saw no one there. I bit the inside of my cheek angrily when I heard a small creak coming from inside of the closet. A sneer formed on my lips and I ever-so-slowly walked closer to the closet.

    "This game of hide-and-seek is about to come to an end," I sneered and in one swift movement, thrusted my knife into the flimsy, old door. I heard a loud yelp come from the other side and smiled victoriously. 'Got ya!' Laughing, I pulled back the knife and thrusted it in again and again until I felt satisfied with the frantic sobbing. 

    I threw the door open to see Scarlet crouched down against the wall, only a few inches away from the door. If she had moved any closer, she would have undoubtedly been stabbed by the knife.

    I started moving closer to her before pausing, noticing something was wrong. I growled and grabbed Starlet by the collar, pulling her up to her feet. "Where is it?" I screamed. "Where is the Seal of Solomon?"