Locked Away (12)

Another week ends and now it’s on to the weekend! This means another installment of the Weekend Writing Warriors blog hop. After reading this and you’re still craving more, check out this week’s participants. I’m sure you’ll find something to satisfy your appetite!

This week we’re with Conor. I skipped a few chapters (saving you from the headache which are his sisters) to the evening after his fallout with his older sister Gwendolyn. When you meet her, you’ll understand how exhausted this boy is. In this scene, he takes solace in his bed hoping sleep will help. But his subconscious has different plans. 

Damp, sticky earth invades my nose. The musty leaves stick to my feet as I race over the narrow forgotten paths. My muscles rejoice in the exercise, lying dormant for too long, they revel as I chase rabbits fleeing from their burrows. I chase, not to hunt, but for the challenge. I smell its fear as it darts outside of reach: zigzag through thickets, over roots and rocks. My heart pounds. We race to a clearing, above me the new moon shines in her brightness. The rabbit scurries away and I let it live for another night. The forest is silent. Not even the owls call.

And to finish the scene:

I cross the grass but there’s danger in the tree line. My feet avoid burrow holes, rocks and stumps as if they’ve stalked this space before. My eyes drink up the night; searching the shadows for movement. The birds burst into the northern sky, screeching to the stars. A scream. Human. It cuts through the night, drawing me forward. It’s the fear wafting through the night that pulls me in. But there’s something else. Rustling over the brittle leaves I pass the heavy hanging evergreens and their dry needles crackle under me. I know he sees me. I smell his excitement, the adrenaline from the hunt. The hair on my neck stands straight. The shadow recedes into the darkness but iron’s metallic scent lingers in the crisp air. It’s slight but I know when a kill is made nearby.  The scent leads me under an oak tree. A girl lays over the dirt. Her dress is ripped, her porcelain skin is slashed. The buttons of her coat lay scattered over the roots.

Not the soothing dream he wanted after a long day but, then again, is it just a dream? And who is the predator in the woods? Make sure you join us next weekend to find out. Also if you’re interesting in more, Locked Away: Prologue is also posted (now with a the fixed link). Until next time, be safe out there.

Photo by Jack Michaud

Story Synopsis:
Memories. An Inspiration. A Curse.
Between sports, school work, his tutoring and being the family peacekeeper, Conor has no time to dwell on the past. But when a new girl arrives to Esterhaven in the middle of first semester she not only brings the heart wrenching past to life but also unlocks a danger seething inside him.

Natalie, having limited contact with people her age, struggles with adopting to life at the prestigious boarding school. She longs to live in the moment, meet friends and have hobbies like her peers. But something inside her holds her back. A curse, which plagued her from childhood, challenges her need for normalcy. But when murder interrupts her first week of classes she can’t help but feel responsible. After all, death follows her everywhere.

Locked Away is my current WIP which was created in the vein of Beauty and the Beast meets time travel.

23 thoughts on “Locked Away (12)

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  2. nancygideon

    Oooooh, this is good, Brittany! Great use of the senses and way to leave us hanging (darn you!) with no answers . . . yet.


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