Young Writers Society

       Chapter 13 : The lie...

It was midnight. The town was sleeping peacefully. Stew was keeping watch on Freznel's house. Frightenening silence was spread everywhere. Freznel saw blood oozing from the moon in the sky and it was raining. It was not the water wich was fallig down... but viscous, red blood. Freznel woke up breathing too fast.

Ah! It was a nightmare. She was too afraid in the middle of the night, and decided to call Marldon to stay with her that night. She was too scared firstly from the nightmare, and secondly from the scary silence in the atmosphere. 

After about half an hour, she heard her phone ringing...There shall be showers of blessings... this is the promise of love... The deadly silence broke with this ringtone of her phone.

Unknown phone number! Who would call me in the middle of this frightenening night! she thought. She picked up the phone with her shaking hands. With her trembling fingers, she touched the " accept" option the screen of her phone.

" H-h-hello?!... WHAT?!" she screamed. She continued talking on the phone... " W-where!? How! Oh, God!... O-okay... I am reaching there... " the phone fell on the bed from her strengthless hands. 

She quickly changed her dress. She drove her scooty towards The Dorsey Hospital.  It is all my fault... If I wouldn't have called Marldon, he would not have met with an accident, and he would not have to fight with death in this peaceful night. So, the nightmare was a warning from heaven... a warning of Marldon's accident. Oh lord!..she thought as she was driving.

Five men came riding on their bikes. They had covered their faces with black, netted cloth. They drove their bikes round and round, around Freznel's scooty. She was totally scared, her heart racing and adrenaline rushing through her nerves along with the blood. Her face was cold and pale white with the fright. 

"Who are you? Let me go. My Marldon is in the hospital..."

" Hey, sweetheart! Chill." said one of the bike riders.

Chill ran down her spinal chord.

" Marldon is not in any hospital. HAHAHA " said another bike rider, laughing wickedly.

" W-what do you mean? " said Freznel with a trembling voice.

A man came from behind one of the avenue trees on the roadside. He walked into the circle made by the five bike riders. He had also covered his face with black, muslin, netted cloth. He removed a cotton ball dipped in chloroform, and brought it near to Freznel's pretty face. Within no time she lost her balance and the man who made her faint, caught her and put her in a big, white Scorpio car. Freznel lied on the back seat of the car, still, motionless, with only her heart beating slowly.