LittleAbberantWriter

You sat and watched as the last rays of sun began to eclipse the mountain range, waving a final goodbye before the moon rose to take its place. You hadn’t moved from your spot on the couch since your conversation with Levi some hours ago; your legs would surely not thank you later, a mild stiffness already set into your bones. You hadn’t seen him since your talk, he insisted that he had to leave as quickly as possible; only telling you that he had to meet with a ‘contact’. Though he was in a mild rush, he took the time to answer your questions, at least some of them. To your frustration he said there were still things he could not yet tell you. To your relief Levi finally confirmed that he was indeed hired to protect you, not to harm you. While you had already assumed such, it was like hearing him say the words himself allowed you to let out a breath that you had been holding since you woke in that old cabin. In short, it was your father who had hired Levi to

Chapter 4 The days had flowed into one another and you watched as the cool autumn weather began to transform the forest surrounding you. The once lush green leaves of the trees slowly melted into a sea of amber. Small woodland creatures scurried to gather what they could before the icy winter crept in. You awoke early that morning, the sky was especially clear causing rays of white sunshine to filter through the sheer curtains above your bed, the warm light stirring your eyes open. You slowly rose out of bed, the quilt still tightly wrapped around you in an attempt to stave off the mornings cold. The cabin was silent as you descended the stairs and you wondered where Levi was. He was usually seated at the kitchen table already, holding a cup of tea from the top rather than from the handle, which you thought to be unusual. He, however, was nowhere in sight. As you entered the open kitchen you noticed a kettle of tea still sitting on the stovetop, a single teacup placed beside it. You

Chapter 3. A faint glow behind the distant mountains illuminated a pale blue sky as birds began to fill the silence of dawn with their morning song. The air was crisp and cool, autumn was slowly beginning to creep in, stealing away summers breath. You had awoken before the sun, the strange man rudely waking you with a sharp nudge to your side. You barely had a chance to clear the sleep from your eyes before you were being herded out the front door. You trailed behind the man, you watched as he carefully navigated the forest floor, occasionally glancing back at you to make sure you were still close by. As the two of you gained more and more distance between the old cabin you kept looking back to look at the place you had been held captive. It had been abandoned for a long time, only a rotting wooden shell left of a place that was probably once someone’s home. “What was that place?” You asked. Your sudden question seemed to catch the man off guard slightly, your voice cutting through

Chapter Two. As you slowly regained consciousness for the second time, you felt a welcoming warmth radiating in front of you. You assumed it was a fire, but you refrained from opening your eyes immediately to confirm. Instead, you decided to take in your situation using your other senses, if that strange man in the corner was still watching, you didn’t want him knowing you were conscious again quite yet. You listened intently, waiting to hear any indication that the man was somewhere near you, but the only sounds that could be heard was the crackling of firewood and the faint howl of the wind being pushed through gaps in the rotting wood walls. You did your best to stay perfectly still, not wanting to give yourself away. You focused on your body and where it was in space; you were sitting up now, in what felt like a wooden chair. You could feel small splinters poking into the soft skin of your bare arms which were bound behind you with a rope, the scratchy material irritating your

Something's happened, though you don't know exactly what that something is. You're drifting, your brain desperately trying to pull you into full consciousness but its efforts ineffective. You're in complete darkness, unable to tell if your eyes are open or not. It's cold, a draft slowly rising from beneath you. The surface you're on is hard, but not completely solid, feeling as if it may give away at any moment. The coarse surface creaks as frigid air flows freely between small gaps. Slowly, your senses return, and you realize your eyes were, in fact, closed. With a significant effort, they slowly peel open, but your vision is blurred. You can't make out anything more than a white stream of light pouring in from in front of you, shadows filling the rest of the space. Your body is lethargic and stiff, clearly having laid still for a long period of time. It's difficult, but you manage to bring a hand to your eyes to try to clear your vision. When you open them again, your surroundings