At The Mercy Of Evil

Chapter eight

By having your eyes piercing over me in a short space made it all around me to stop. There was no noise around me, just him. I was pulled from reality where I was about to be run over and transported to a parallel universe in which I am seeing the veil that hides me sliding down my face, thus showing my true face. That's what your dark eyes for the night did to me. He looks at me so deep that he destroys the punches I created, even discovering what I don't know about me. How can a look cause such a sensation? Leave me naked internally, bringing out my vulnerability, showing all my scars.

Eyes that speak without having a voice, eyes that show paradise and war, eyes that ignite and cool. A divergence of layers so deep. A look that perfectly matches every detail of your face. Well marked jaw, perfectly cut beard, hair that camouflages with the color of dusk, full and thick eyebrows. Everything in it portrays masculinity and ferocity, however the pores of your skin highlight in an underlined way, coldness, obscurity and danger.

Inspired... I expire.

Chaos or Salvation?

Certainly crazy!

A synchronized sound of horns takes me out of the trance of your gaze and when I look at everything around me only then I realize where I am, in the middle of the street with cars passing by my side. What's gotten into me, I think. And as magnet my attention turns to the shady eyes and I see the way with them look at me, in a predatory way, calculating all my movements, but this time I do not let them take me to the depth of my being, before that bewildered I run to the sidewalk across the street. Upon arriving safely at the scene I look for the red car, finding it in the same place and with its owner with his attention on me.

Did he get lost in sensations like me?

I smile still looking at him, dismissing that silly thought. Hunger is causing me delusions for sure, I think leaving the sensations experienced a short time ago and the face that speaks so many words with just a look back, following to the fate that had in mind the magazine newsstand. The sky was already black, as was the hair of the man in the car. Heavens! I have to forget him! During my walk I have the feeling of being followed, I look at the deserted street around me and I don't see anything. Just a few spots, where darkness can't find light. I dismiss such a survival instinct as crazy from my brain and walk again, however this time I hear footsteps coming towards me which makes me look back and see a shadow of a person, which scares me.

With my body toteamente on alert, I hasten my steps and as a reaction of my acts, the shadow unknown to me begins heavier and lighter strides, which echo through the silent street. With every contact of his feet with the ground, my heart accelerates the beats and I begin to hyperventilate. With fear overflowing through my body, I look back and see no more the shadow, but a man almost ran towards me. Bearing in mind that my stalker wanted to do some harm to me, I run as fast as I can, run with all my strength, run until my legs and lungs hurt. And just when I think I ran enough, I stop controlling the almost no existent breath. However this was a bad choice made by me, because with a few seconds of inertia I feel a brutal touch in my hair, pulling me back.

Let go of me! "I smite in its grip when I feel my body touching another.

"Did you think you'd run away from me, doll? "A man of a disgusting voice speaks close to my ear—You even run well, but not the sufiiente, delight—" he says licking my ear and aansia rises through my esophagus.

"Help! — I cry with the hope that a good soul will help me.

"You can shout the Will, no one will hear you! "Say smelling my neck -- You smell so good!

"For God's sake, let me go - Cry trying to get away from him.

GOD? "He screams and then I'm diabolically "God is not here to save you, girl! "He turns me facing him, and before I see the abuser's face, I see another man's shadow behind him, scaring me.

"But I am! - The shadow with a hoarse voice says - Let her go, now! "His tone comes out in a gloomy way that even I felt afraid even though he did not refer to me.

"Get out of here, I found her first. She's mine! "The man who binds me to him says. And suddenly at one point I'm stuck and at another moment I'm on the floor watching the scene of the stalker getting multiple punches in the face.

"No, she's mine! "The man who saved me speaks pausedly throwing one last punch at the man who is out. And I don't know why, but the sound of the words "She's mine for him" didn't scare me, quite the contrary, it made a cold rise all over my column. And with the guy lying unconsciously, my savior gets up and only at that moment can I see his face: It is he, the man who was in the red car. The owner of the deep gaze!

He's been walking slowly to me like a predator, in the entatnto before he can get close to me, I smoke and this time I can't stop running for nothing, not for the pain or the fatness of air. And only when I feel like I've run a good mile will I slow down my speed until i walk. After walking madly for a few minutes, I find a good place to rest, then I find myself next to a metal tent, with the thought turned to the eyes that unleave me and with the body on alert for the almost r**e. The second in less than a week, however I play this possible scene to the bottom of my memories and bring as a target, the memory of hours ago, the first time I saw it.

...

The night was quite cold and as the hours passed, snowflakes began to hover across the sky and settle on the ground, covering up in white everything that touched. The cold was torturing me, even though I had worn all the pieces of clothes I was carrying with me, the cold hurt me. With the admission of a few more hours, my body already gave a sign of loss, could barely feel my fingers and toes, I do not know how, but even if I could not move my body trembled. The blood that was once hot seemed to freeze all the arteries, veins, tissues and organs it passed through. The tears caused by the fear of dying when coming into contact with the cold wind solidified. It's my end, I think looking up at the sky and seeing the beginning of dawn, the sunlight lazily took its place. And with the new dawn I remember that I turned eighteen, and sadly I conclude that I will not survive to enjoy another birthday. The cold reached its peak even as dawn dawned and i gradually feel the darkness sucking me. And I only ask God to take me to a good place, where only happiness I can enjoy.

Happy birthday, Luna!

Or rather, Happy Death!

[...]

I feel my body covered in heat. I open my eyes and focus on arms covered by wet white sleeves hugging my body. I was naked and the heat came from the water.

The darkness wins again.

[...]

"I will take care of you, my wounded angel!— I hear a hoarse voice say, but I can't give my voice face, for I cannot open my eyes, they are heavy.

And once again the dark takes me.

[...]

"She's stable, give her body time to recover, when she's ready she'll wake up. Don't worry — The male voice wasn't the same anymore.

Darkness.

[...]

I feel something warm touching my face and I am very inclined to snuddle with such a gesture of affection. If my body obeyed me, I would certainly do it.

"So beautiful and so innocent," the hoarse voice I heard before says. I want to wake up and find the owner of the voice, but without force i erase.

[...]

My body is burning, my throat and head hurt. The feeling is unbearable. The pain is unbearable, I just want it to be over soon. Crying.

"Don't cry, I'm here... Don't give up, keep fighting.- says the already known thick voice drying my tears. "If she dies, consider yourself a dead man too, Mr. Germano.- Say it again causing me fear. I feel my body convulsing.

"You're going to stand by, f*****g. Just do your f*****g job.”

Turn off.

[...]

"You like to torture me, make me feel frustrated, right my angel?- I hear a laugh not of happiness, but of derision — Open those f*****g innocent eyes!"— screams and soon after hear a noise of something crashing.

"My angel, my perdition... Damn it!— I feel something wet and soft touching my forehead... Labia!

And the dark takes me.

[...]

With difficulty I can open the eyes that take a long time to focus on something, I blink several times to lubricate it and gradually the blurs go away giving room for clarity and looking to the side I see a tall man, dressed in social clothes. Scared I try to get out of bed, which Just now I noticed that I am, however I do not have strength, I am weak. And with no way out, I ask:

"Q- Who is v-vo-c-cê?— I ask with difficulty, my throat hurt a little and was dry. Water, I need water. Despite the almost whisper in which my voice came out he seems to have heard and turns giving me the sight of his face.

That's him! The man in the car! The owner of the piercing eyes!

"Welcome back!— says and automatically remember the hoarse voice and now I have a face for the voice. A face that makes me lost and with the feeling of having found what I was looking for.

Probably my downfall!