Without thinking, I drove the knife into his back with unexpected strength. Adrenaline surged through my veins as I pushed it deeper and he screamed. He was wounded, yes. But I wasn't finished. Yanking the weapon out, I watched as he screamed again and fell to the floor, facing up. The knife drove cleanly into his heart, making him cry out once more. Frantically, I took the long sword from the wall, bringing it down upon his bare neck. In three horrifying blows, his head came spewing off his body.
Staring at the mangled body in front of me, my stomach twisted, but I knew there was still one thing to do. I dragged him out to the small yard, snatching a box of matches on my way. Striking one against the side of the box, I watched as the flame drifted silently through the air, slipping through my fingers and catching on the dead body of the man I probably loathed the most in this word. And I watched him burn.
I knew there wasn't much time. Dashing inside, I burst through doors until I found Charlotte, unconscious but alive. I scooped her up, grabbing the knife and sprinting out the door.
I ran until I was out of breath, and then walked until my knees were weak and my legs gave out from under me. The dark blanket of night fell upon us, and still Charlotte slept. I laid her in the leaves beside me and collapsed.
The morning light filtered through the leaves softer than in the house. Charlotte stirred beside me, her big blue eyes flickering open.
"Where are we?" Her meek little voice choked out.
"Away from the bad people." A rustling in the leaves made me scoop her up instinctively.
"Where are we going?"
"Well, where do you live?"
"Okay, well, we're going to get you home."
There was a brief pause. Charlotte looked down at the ground, and then back up at me. "I want my mommy and daddy." Her eyes brimmed with tears and she fell into my arms.
"Don't worry, I'll get you there. I promise." It was a pretty serious promise to make, and I wasn't sure if I could uphold it.
We walked through the woods, just out of view of the road. I wasn't taking any chances. The sun climbed higher in the sky, and I had to carry Charlotte once in a while, but the trip was bearable.
I almost cried when we came upon civilization. The first thing I saw was a light blue house with a black car in the driveway. A stone walkway twisted up to the front door, and I rushed up to it with Charlotte in tow.
"Hello?" My fists pounded desperately on the glass door.
"I'm coming, I'm coming." The light, female voice was muffled, by the door, which flew open a second later. The woman was wearing jeans and a black sweater. Her deep brown hair fell just below her shoulders and she smiled. "How can I help you?"
"Um, can we please use your phone?" My voice was still shaky, and the woman looked concerned.
"Of course dears, come right in." I hesitated at the doorframe, and she glanced back at me. "Don't worry, honey, the phone's right here. I'll even keep the door open, okay?"
"Okay, thank you." I paused. "What town is this?"
"Liverpool." My heart skipped a beat. My legs felt weak. Things seemed to be going right for once, and it actually worried me for a second. The police number was up on the wall next to the phone, and I punched it in.
"Liverpool Police Department."
"Hello, my name is Scarlett, I was abducted from London and I ended up here. I just escaped with a little girl named Charlotte. We're at…" I cupped my hand over the phone, calling out to the woman. "What's this address?" There was no reply, but she had gone into the kitchen and probably just couldn't hear me. I talked back into the phone. "I'm not sure of our address, but it's about three miles from where we were being held. Please help me."
"We will be right over. Please stay calm and do not leave your current location."
"Thank you." I placed the phone back, kneeling down before Charlotte. "Stay here, I'm going to get the nice lady. I'll be right back okay?"
She nodded, sitting down in the corner as I made my way to the kitchen.
"Um, if you don't mind, we're going to stay here for a few more -" My voice cut off with a gasp, and I pressed my palms to the wall for support.