I finished part 3 of Sniper! It's kind of shorter than the other two, but I still did it! Haha
Part 3-Sniper
When she entered the main room of the little house, she saw Alex throwing some spices into a pot and smelling it every now and then. She watched him for a few minutes until her gaze made him aware that she was there.
“What-” she cleared her throat, “What do you want with me?”
He frowned confusedly at her, and tilted his head a little to the right.
She threw her arms open. “Well, I’ve been here for almost five days, you obviously want something. Why else would I still be here? I’m just using up your food and water.”
“Sit.” he said. She pulled a chair from the table behind her, and sat in it, crossing her arms over her chest. “Cut these.” he laid a cutting board in front of her with a knife, and a bundle of herbs.
She narrowed her eyes at him, but did as she was told. She began slicing them into thick pieces, and was about to put them into the pot when he stopped her.
“No, no, no, no, no! You have to cut them smaller!” He put his arms around her and grabbed her wrists, displaying how to cut them smaller. “You slice them closer together, so that they dissolve better when I boil them.”
She took the knife back, and began to cut them again, smaller this time. He observed her for a time, and then nodded, satisfied, and then went back to his own work. When she had finished, she slid them into the pot, and sat on the stool, looking around with nothing now to do.
“Is that our dinner?” she asked, her stomach rumbling a little.
“No. Poison. You just mix this…” He poured some purple liquid in, “And this, and then you sprinkle this in, and you have poison.” he said, so casually that she wondered if maybe he did have it for dinner.
She nodded once, and pursed her lips. A thought struck her. He wasn’t tying her up, or sedating her anymore. If she could find the door, she could leave if she wanted to. A crease formed on her forehead, and she got up.
Anabelle walked through the halls, finding her way into a bedroom, a study, and the shower that she had made use of earlier that day. Finally, she found a little room with a pair of boots, and a long coat, and a brown hat. When she walked the rest of the way through, she found a door. A screen door. She glanced through it and shoved open the door, hoping that her sight was deceiving her.
A tear slipped down her cheek and she turned back to find Alex, leaving the vast expanse of water behind her.
She was on an island.
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“Ah, there you are. I was wondering where you got off to.” Alex said. He stood, hands stained purple, in the middle of the kitchen.
“Yeah, I was…” she paused, “just...clearing my head. I think I’m going to rest for a while. I...have a headache.”
Alex frowned and took her upper arm. “Come.” he led her to her bed, and helped her lay down. He made sure she was comfortable, and then returned to his work.
She smothered her sobs with the woolen blanket, and soon was asleep.
+
Anabelle ran from...something. She didn’t know what, but she knew there was something behind her. She looked behind her at the black tunnel and tripped. Her knees stung as they struck the floor, and something wet and warm sprayed onto her face. She lifted her hands to her face and her eyes widened. Blood.
A sharp pain roared up her spine, and she arched her back. Screams echoed in her ears. Her hands found her mouth, and she found that her own vocal cords released the sound.
“It’s okay, Anabelle, it’s okay,” a voice whispered, “I have you, it’s okay.”
+
Anabelle awoke, screaming with sweat dripping down her face, and arms. Alex stood next to her bed, holding her tightly against his chest. “It’s okay, Anabelle. It’s okay. Shhhh. It’s okay.” She gasped her sobs away, gripping the edge of the bed as she tried to erase the memory of her dream.
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Have a blessed weekend. :)
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