Well, I didn't know what this guy expected. He thought I was just going to sit there and let him kill me? No thank you, sir.
I leapt up and tried to push him back. (In case you're ever in this situation, I strongly advise against pushing a man win a knife, I didn't know this, but hey, you learn something new every day.) When I tried, he used the knife to slice my arm from my wrist to my mid-forearm. I gasped in pain, and, on an adrenaline rush, sprinted out of the room.
The next room I entered wasn't really a room. It was like an entrance, I suppose. It was designed like a waiting room, with the door balancing out the two symmetrical sides. On one couch was Drake. I barely glanced at him before I was out the door. Once outside, I ran to the woods for cover.
"Blair! Wait, I'll come with you!" I heard Drake yell from behind me. I turned and pointed my thumbs at him. I imagined him falling to the ground. It worked and he did as I imagined.
After I got far enough into the woods, I stopped, shivering. I used magic to make myself warm, and to heal my arm as best as I could, but then I didn't know what to do. I thought about trying to walk out of here, but I could easily go straight back to that house on accident. And I'd been deer and turkey hunting, you don't go looking for the animal, you sit right where you are and wait for it to come by you. I decided I was going to stay right where I was.
I thought about doing what Katniss Everdeen did in "The Hunger Games" and climbing in a tree to stay hidden, but it was December and the trees were bare. So I sat down, and thought. I thought about my family, my friends, magic, the Christmas I was probably going to miss, how to escape, but the thing I thought about most, was Drake.
He hadn't seemed evil at all, but not exactly amazingly good either. He was just sweet, and normal. He'd offered to come, but surely it was a trick to get me back at that house. Or . . . was it?
As if my thoughts had summoned him, I heard Drake coming. I hid behind a huge tree and waited until he passed by. When he did, I grabbed him from behind, put my hand over his mouth, and drove him into the ground. When I uncovered his mouth, he started talking immediately.
"Ow! Why'd you do that? I'm here to help you! Ugh, it freezing out here, why couldn't you have run off in the summer? Hey, can you get off me now? Seriously-" I cut him off.
"Shut up for two seconds, please!"
He was silent.
"Did Larry ever kill you?" I asked after a moment of awkward silence.
"No . . . But that's because I'm kind of his son." He told me slowly.
As my mind processed what he had said, I was silent. Then I felt anger.
"And you didn't think this was important enough for me to know? Just like it wasn't important for me to know he was going to kill me?" I said coldly.
"Hey, I don't like what he does! Why do you think I'm here? And if I had told you, he would have killed you right off and explained later." He said with an apologetic expression. "And he always says he kills them for their own good, and they are so much better once they come back."
I stopped glaring. "So you've never seen any witches or elves once they come back to life?" I asked.
"No . . . and lately I've been thinking my dad is hiding something. So that's why I'm here!" He announced with a grin.
I couldn't help smiling back.
"Well, I'm exhausted . . . Should we sleep here?" he asked.
"Unless you have a better idea, our options are kind of limited so, yes. Do you think your dad's looking for us?"
He thought about it. "Probably not, but I'll keep watch while you sleep, and I'll wake you up later. Then you can watch. Just in case."
I nodded and laid down on the ground. He took off his jacket and handed it to me.
"Here. Lay on this. I'll use magic to keep warm." He told me kindly.
I smiled at him. I was beginning to like him. He was letting me sleep first, even though he said he was exhausted, he gave me his jacket even though it was a December night, and he was out here, even though he had no reason to be. I was thinking about his selflessness as I drifted off to sleep.
When I woke, it was still dark. I looked around but Drake was gone. In his place, was Larry. I gasped and jumped up.
Drake had betrayed me, and now Larry would kill me.
To be continued . . .
