OIT VIII

Our Intertwining Tale, chapter eight: Holy…    

“Give me one good hell of a reason for why I shouldn’t kill you now.” Donovan spits it out, repeating familiar words, staring at my chest. I immediately gasp, but something stops me from yelling. Something cold and hard is pressed against my mouth. Whatever it is, I can’t see it. I hear a muffled sound, but my bloody ear doesn’t allow me to hear it.

“You killed my father, now you want him. No matter what comes out of your mouth now, it won’t matter. You’re done for.” Donovan pulls out a black pistol, points it at my chest, and pulls back the slide.

What is happening? First my brother is an insane person, I start hearing voices, I see this strange sword, including that shadow, Rylan is dead, now Donovan is here. And he’s ready to kill me. Was this all because of Donovan? Was he hiding his voice so he could destroy my hearing? Was he the one who shot Rylan? If that’s all true, who was that body that was next to me before Rylan showed up, and why would Donovan own that sword? I’ve never seen that in my entire life, and now it just shows up out in the open? That’s impossible.

I shake my head, feeling that cold and hard piece of flesh press harder against my mouth. It feels like a hand; I can feel the fingernails making indents on my skin.  

That’s when I questioned two other things. Who or what is holding their hand against my mouth? Donovan is in front of me, so it’s not possible that it’s his hand. And why would Donovan kill me, anyway? I have nothing valuable that he would want.

Donovan continues to speak, “You’re going down-” I hear his voice speak a name, but it’s too muffled to point out. It feels as if someone had shoved something in my other undamaged ear. I cry out another signal of help, but the hand only becomes tighter. Breathing through my mouth is not an option anymore, and trying my best to slow my panting down is getting rougher to do. I can slowly feel my body become too tired or scared to stay conscious.

Before I could run these worthless questions again through my head, my consciousness gave up on me.