Chapter 4 · Leg It

"So your the reason Zoey slept on the sofa," came the whispering voice from behind the door, " I thought something was odd but this I didn't expect."

The air became frozen. I could see my own breath like mist.

"So where did she find you," the whisper sounded again. I could see her now as she seemed to drift towards me. She looked normal. Short night black hair and those blood red eyes that meet mine with a look of a cat that had just found a new toy. She wore running clothes over a muscled body.

She was next to me now. Overlooking my bound form. I was shaking. This was too much. The last thing I remembered was her hand reaching out. The feeling of being crushed. Then I fainted.

A light seemed to creep into view. My body. It was so slow like I had just woken up from a year-long rest.

"How... I said ... you ..." I could hear a voice. As Slowly as I could I rolled my head over to hear it better.

"You never said anything about warding your room. It not my fault that you used a cheap fear ward," Came a voice I recognized as the creepy lady from before I... fainted I guess. This had been a long day. "Anyway, why is this my fault you kidnapped a girl and set wards up in my flat!"

"First of all its are flat and can you blame me for the wards we've been in this flat for less than a day and you have broken into my room." came the second voice. It sounded like that red hair girl. Didn't that other girl say her name was Zoey or something?

"The door was open. Hey wait a second, you didn't say why you had an elf tried up. Your not trying to sell her are you." These two could be a TV show. Wait did she say I was an elf and what's this about selling me. I tried to slowly open my eyes to see their faces. As I did it took me a second to focuses but when I did I wish I haven't.

The two girls, Zoey and scary lady, stood face to face. They looked like two kids fighting over a toy. As I looked around more I could see more of the room I was now in. It looks like I had an upgrade and now sat unbound on a sofa in the middle of the living room. More box's lined the room which was painted in a simple white with a nice wooden edging. A large window seemed to be overlooking a road. As I looked up I could see a setting sun. That meant I had been here at least a day.

Then I eyed my escape. There sat a door down a short hallway wide open with a numbered brass 23 affixed to it. Ever that was the front door or I really was going insane. At this point, I would take the risk of it not being the door out than with my kidnapper and the scary lady. Those now I look at her stamping her feet like a toddler I was a bit less scary.

I wiggled to test my legs. They were heavy but they would have to do for now. I crept along. Ever so slowly. Soon I was right on the edge of the leather sofa. I let my foot drift down to the wooden floorboards. I looked up at the two. Never seemed to be looking at me. My second foot touches the floorboards ever so gently. I pushed off the sofa and onto the floor keeping low.

Like a snail, I crept toward the door. Ready to run of it at any time. My heart was like thunder as my legs and arms pulled me along.

"CREEK" went the floor under me

"THUD" went the knife that hit the floor next to me.

I jump and legged it. My legs were like lead. My mouth dry. But I refused to die here.

"No, wait." I heard as I ran to the door.

I ran. Past the over doors to the side and to open one at the end.

I so close until he walked into the door frame.