Story Sunday: Hollow Chapter 4

You can find Chapter 3 over here.

I screamed, knowing full well that it was not going to make a difference. I didn’t know what he wanted to do to me, but I knew that I was mostly defenseless. Still, I followed the first instinct that popped into my head. With as much power as I could muster, I kicked him in the groin.

He moaned and the hand that was reaching for my eyes was now reaching for Shaw’s crotch. I backed away from him, but soon found that my back was against the wall. Great plan, Holly. If anything, I had only angered the bull even more.

Shaw recovered after a minute or so. He stretched himself to his full height and looked at me with hunger in his eyes.

“You little bitch,” he said, but instead of anger, he appeared to be enjoying himself.

He was closing in on me and there was nowhere I could escape to. Never had I hoped so much for something to be a bad dream. If I just let him touch me, I would wake up with a start and all would be fine again. Yet it did not feel fake. It felt very real. He was so close to me that I could smell and feel his breath. He placed his arms on either side of my head. I could always kick him in the groin again, but I was afraid he would expect that.

One arm was released from the wall and reached for my eyes again, when suddenly the elevator started moving. It startled us both, but I was quick enough to duck and move away from him. The elevator went down and it stopped one floor below where we got stuck. I hoped and prayed that whoever had made it work would get in with us. Perhaps it would stop Doctor Shaw from whatever he wanted to do to me. On the other hand, if it wouldn’t stop him, I didn’t want to know what he would do with an innocent person coming in.

The doors opened with a ping. There he was again. The boy who wanted to take my life. Now I had to fight two men in order to make it out alive or at least keep my eyes.

The Stranger whistled and smiled at Shaw. He did not receive one in return. “Am I interrupting something?” he asked with a chuckle.

Doctor Shaw answered with a primal roar. He charged at the Stranger, but he was quick and dodged it without much effort. Dr. Shaw ran towards him again, and I noticed his features were barely human anymore. The faster he ran, the more he looked like a beast, with horns coming out of his earholes and cat-like yellow eyes.

“Shit, this is definitely a dream,” I said before I could help myself.

Shaw raised his fist in an attempt to hit the Stranger, but he grabbed the beast’s arm mid-air and struck it in his face.

The beast yelped and backed away, but the Stranger did not hesitate. He retrieved a sharp knife from his pocket and stabbed Shaw right through his heart. Shaw cried in pain and fell to his knees, where a pool of black blood soon drenched the white hospital floor. The Stranger wiped his knife clean and put it away. I gawked at him with my mouth wide open. It did not seem to bother him.

“You just killed him, or it. Whatever he was. What was he?” I asked. I could not hide the trembling in my voice.

“I did because if I hadn’t, it would have killed you,” the Stranger answered without any emotion in his voice.

“Which you wanted to do anyway,” I remarked.

He sighed and moved towards me. I backed away again. I wondered if I was fast enough for another kick in the groin.

“You wouldn’t have liked what he had in store for you. I did you a favour. If you hadn’t been so stubborn to run away from me, this wouldn’t have happened,” he answered.

I opened my mouth to answer, but I couldn’t think of anything to say. I felt small and helpless when I finally found some words.

“But why would he want to kill me?” I asked.

“You know too much. You’ve seen too much. I told you bad things were going to happen if you didn’t come with me.”

An anger rose inside of me. I was tired of being told that I was wrong for not listening.

“Explain to me then how in the world I can know too much if I know nothing at all. You are being very rude to me and I demand you to stop and tell me what is going on now,” I shouted at him.

I looked around to see if anyone was around. However, the hospital was deserted, so I could not pull my damsel-in-distress strategy.

“I will tell you everything if you just come with me now,” the Stranger said with a gentle voice this time.

A large part of me shouted that I should not trust him. But another part of me, a smaller but dominant part, told me that I had to come with him. If there were more monsters out there like Shaw, was it worth living in fear and probably ending up dead either way? And wasn’t death just another chapter in my story? I didn’t know. There was no way how I could know. All I knew was that I was confused and afraid and a part of me in pain.

I wasn’t completely convinced of my choice when I said that I would come with him. When he reached out his hand, I wasn’t so sure that I had to go through with it. Yet I still took his hand and shivered when his fingers closed around mine. When we walked, the world around me dissolved.

Then there was nothing.

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Ingrid is the twenty-something owner of The Sassologist, who loves everything that has to do with pop culture. While she is one of many who is in the process of writing a novel, she is also currently in denial over not being a witch. Her Hogwarts letter has yet to arrive. In the meantime she writes about pop culture and dreams about unicorns.

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