MY STORY Chapter 11

CHAPTER ELEVEN
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If you haven’t seen it already, my other story, the sequel to CARNIES! Has chapter 1 out…under the name of The MacCalisters. So, read it and tell me what you think.
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We walked down the hallway, and it branched off to the right and left every once and a while, never really ending.
"What happened?" I asked Skylar. She was walking quickly, anger making her body tense.
"I got over it. That’s what happened." She said with a hard tone of voice. Why was she talking to me like it wasn’t any of my business?

"So, you’re OK?" I asked, feeling genuinely concerned for her. She turned and looked into my eyes, glaring.
"It’s none of your damn business." She said, and turned to walk off. I grabbed her wrist and pulled her back to me.
"The hell it isn’t." I said, and pulled her in to kiss me. She almost fought me off, a first. Her hands went to my chest to push at me, but when I put my hand on the back of her neck and forced her mouth open with my tongue, her hands crept to my hair, holding tight. I broke us free, much to her dismay, and mine, and said, voice gruff, "Are you really OK?"

She nodded and turned to walk further down the hallway, this time stature thoughtful, speed showing how much thinking and pondering she was doing.
She had to be a bit confused.
I put my hands in my pockets, and walked behind her, watching her walk.
**Sky’s POV**
I walked ahead of Erik, very confused. I’d just assisted him in beating up his brother, the man who had raped me. Then I had left him in the room, like garbage, to live the rest of his horrible life, instead of killing him and getting my revenge.
I knew Erik wanted to kill him, too, but he hadn’t. Because I’d told him I didn’t want him dead. He actually cared enough to listen to me. Would I regret the decision later? Would his brother get out of there and hurt more people? Would he escape and come after me?

I shook myself out of my nightmarish thoughts when I reached a door covered in what looked like Latin writing, and covered in splatters of dried blood. As Erik approached me from behind, the door opened, showing a dark room lighted only by the fireplace and its popping embers.
"I see you’ve finally come to me, Skylar McCraney. And you, too, my dear Erik. Finally." An old voice said from inside the room. The person speaking was so old, the voice was sexless, and unidentifiable in that matter. Curious, I stepped inside to see what someone so old could possibly look like.
I came close and saw someone sitting in a nice wingback chair in front of the fire with a stool at their feet and an afghan on their lap. I looked closely at the person, and tried to see which sex they were. I decided on female. There was a bit of old makeup on her wrinkled eyes,

"Aah, I finally get to see you. Come closer, my dear, these old eyes are strugglin’ just seein’ this book in front o’ me." She said.
I stepped closer, and she smiled at Erik, eyes crinkling a lot at the edges.
"You chose a pretty one this time, hon." She said, talking to Erik while looking at me. "Inside and out." She grinned wider.
"Thanks, gramma," he said, and it looked like he blushed.
"OK, so, what’s going on here?" I asked, voice shaky, wondering why his grandmother was in a room in a secret hallway hidden by his brother. Had he kept her prisoner?

"Well," the old woman started, "I’ve been trapped in here for about six years. It’s roughly how long Felix has been raping and killing innocent girls." She continued, voice getting articulate and clear, "He trapped me in here because the restless spirits of the girls were speaking to me. After he killed enough of them, they got strong enough to enter my body and mind, and I felt agony no one should ever feel. They told me of legends and prophesies being spoken of in the spirit world about a girl with unlikely circumstances that would avenge the victims of Felix. The Dark One, as he’s also known. And I am completely positive, completely sure, that, looking at you now, you are the one who is going to avenge them."
I gaped and looked at Erik, and from the look on his face, he’d known that all along.

OK, this is like the shortest chapter I’ve ever written. But, I’ve been busy volunteering at my church lately, and I think this is a good place to end it. :) Comment and tell me what you think.