I stood up quickly and took
off running. It was clear to me that I had to get to Dru. I needed to save him
from Patrick so he could save me.
I was face first on the
ground. I rolled over and saw Zanders kneeling over me.
Suddenly
Zanders laid down over me. Zanders’ full body was now atop my chest. I could
hardly breathe because the pressure of his weight was crushing me.
“Falcon!” I
screamed out even though I knew that Falcon was not here and could not save me.
I still wanted my Falcon. I still depended upon Falcon, because within the last
two weeks I had become bound to him. Falcon was my savior, my hero and my
beacon of light. Falcon was the answer to my love’s salvation.
As I looked over my shoulder
Zanders was lifting the syringe. He was taunting me by having it within my eye
sight. My heart missed a beat and not in a romantic way.
“Stop
it!” I yelled as I began to buck wildly beneath of him. “I am not weak. I am
not a D.I.D. I am not some redheaded weakling!”
“Bravo Ms. Morgan, Bravo.” Zanders laughed
evilly. “You should win an Oscar for that performance.”
“Go
to hell!” I clenched my doubled fists as tight as I could manage.
“Your
voice radiates a sense of confidence. However your body if filled with fear. I
can smell the terror on your skin…what a luscious and inviting scent it is
indeed.”
“No”
I shouted. I thrust my hands against Zanders’ bare chest where his shirt was
torn up. I tired with all my might to force the creep off of me. I had no
intentions of letting him sedate and kill me!
His eyes lit up like a deer in the headlights. I could
feel his body convulsed atop me. That was until Zanders collapsed beside me. I
watched in amazement as his body continued to shake uncontrollably.
“WTF?!” I shrieked. “How is this possible?” I watched as
Zanders dropped the syringe. It rolled away from his hand. I looked closer at
Zanders’ chest. I saw that my left palm print was seared into his skin.
“H…Holy Wah…Water.” Zanders
sputtered falling into unconsciousness. I left him lying there in the snow.
“Holy
Water?” I thought aloud. “Wait…that was what was in the bottle? Oh my God, that
means that it is on my hand!”
Quickly I walked over to the syringe. With one
harsh stomp of my foot I smashed the syringe into small pieces. I wasn’t going
to give him another chance to attack me with it.
At
that moment it occurred to me that if I was able to take out Zanders with holy
water then I could do the same thing to Patrick. Evil is always the same.
“Dru…”
I shouted running toward Patrick and Dru.
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