Chapter 4
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Chapter 4
I was spinning, my mind wouldn't quiet down long enough for me to make a rational decision. I knew I was trapped, if the Reaver didn't kill me my mother would... I didn't know which thought was scarier, It was a lose lose. I reluctantly grabbed the rope and climbed into the bucket, it was really the only thing I could do being 9 years old and stuck in an impossible situation. All these thoughts flashed through my mind as I was being pulled up, my fear started to grow as I was getting closer to the top. I had never been this close to a Reaver before and from everything my mom had taught me about them, I never wanted to be. After what seemed like forever I got to the top and the Reaver reached his hand out to grab me. It was like all of my lessons my mother had taught me went straight out the window. I completely froze up, I didn't even flinch at his touch as he grabbed my arm and helped me down gently. So much for being able to take care of myself, I thought with a snicker. "There you go little one" he said softly, ignoring my very obvious fear towards him. "Now how did you manage to get all the way out here anyways?" he said even softer, I assume trying not to scare me worse, which confused me even more as I was expecting my throat to be ripped out. I couldn't even bring my mouth to speak, I just stood there fearstruck, trying to hold back the tears that I could feel trying to burst through. I should have ran, I wanted to run, I wanted to scream, cry, yell, fight, anything but stand there frozen in time. I was torn from my panic when he turned around after putting his suit jacket back on and locked those deadly eyes straight into mine. I shuddered at his gaze, If I thought I was scared before, that was nothing compared to what I was feeling now. His eyes were like molten gold, the color seemed to be moving within itself as if they were actually molten gold being poured. His expression was confused at first, he raised one eyebrow as if he was trying to figure something out, and then surprise filled his face as he looked past me into the woods behind us. I had no idea why he was surprised so I turned to look at what he was looking at when I heard a deafening growl. I covered my ears just as a huge silver wolf with eyes just like mine, a platinum silver, jumped from the trees and charged straight at the Reaver. It was my mom! How did she find me?? I wanted to scream, yell, run, do anything to stop my mom from attacking from fear of what he would do to her, but I was frozen in fear just forced to stand there and watch, helplessly. To my surprise the reaver didn't move an inch, instead his face hardened, his golden eyes darkened to almost black, and he put out his right hand open palm and threw what looked to me like a fluorescent green fireball at my mother. It engulfed her and the force knocked me back, a green string of light and fire stayed attached to his hand as if it were a rope. Wherever his hand moved she moved with it. Just as I thought he was going to throw her back towards the forest with a flick of his wrist, I finally gained my composure and screamed as loud as my 9 year old self could, "Stop!!" his hand stopped mid throw, "Please no!!! Please put her down!" I pleaded, forcing back the lump in my throat, as a single tear rolled down my cheek.
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