06-26-2014, 04:02 AM
Melanie’s head pounded from overworking herself and staying up the entire night. She immediately stood up when she felt his presence, but wasn’t able to determine where he was. Suddenly, the younger woman’s gargling caused her to turn to her. Melanie gasped, finally able to put a face to the Quiet Man. Her arm went straight up, the gun ready to fire, but it was already too late. She was dead.
Jenna had awoken to have blood spurt from her companion onto her. Immediately, her screams filled the woods, jerking Matthew awake. The screaming continued. Fear and death once more flowed through her and into her. Melanie fought off the bile threatening to spill out of her. Memories that she had repressed for so long came bubbling to the surface as her own panic and fear set in. Tears clouded her vision. She couldn’t help them. The sadness of it all hit her, threatened to knock her down. No! She forced them back down, she had to control herself.
She took off, chasing after the Quiet Man, needing to catch him. She had to stop all the deaths around her; her mind couldn’t take it anymore. Her mind searched for his, hoping to use a mental connection to pinpoint his location. Matthew cursed behind her, ignoring Jenna’s screams. He took off after her, grabbing his gun he did so. He grabbed her arm. Both their barriers were weakened. Once again, she relived his live, the anger causing her to relive his more painful moments. She pushed at him, trying to get out of his grip. Her mind was on overload, ready to shut down. With a swift kick, she managed to get Matthew to let go of her arm. She collapsed against a tree, trying to catch her breath.
Matthew staggered back with a glare. “What the hell is your problem?”
“I am the least of your worries right now!” This time it was Melanie’s turn to curse. “We left Jenna alone.”
“Who?”
“Jenna!” Melanie gave up pursuit of the Quiet Man. Catching him was one thing, but preventing another death was her first priority.
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