thunder, and followed.
As the roar of the thunder faded away and she uncovered her ears, she became aware of another roaring sound beneath the weather that seemed to be gradually getting closer. Abruptly, her next step found empty air instead of solid ground. Flailing her arms, she threw herself backwards, scrambling desperately. With her heart pounding painfully in her chest, she gasped for air as adrenaline raced through her.
This was an absolutely stupid idea, she scolded herself. What on earth had possessed her?
Bracing herself, she leaned forward a little. Through the curtain of rain, she could see that just ahead of her, the ground ended. Below stretched the angry white of frothing sea, jagged rocks protruding like rotten teeth. Spume sprayed her face, and the salt stung her eyes. Her stomach lurched and she shuffled cautiously backwards, away from the sickening drop.
As if a switch has been flipped, the storm stopped.
The wind abruptly disappeared, and the rain seemed to stop falling mid-air. A trunk of lightning still blazed across the sky, matching arcs rising from the trees and the lighthouse. All around her, the world seemed to stand still. Even the sea below was frozen in its violent motion.
As she turned around, a creeping fear starting to grip her, she came face to face with Lewis, and she reeled back a step in shock. In his black suit and white shirt, he was completely unruffled by the elements, while she felt like a waterlogged wreck. But although it was the face and body of her beloved fiancé, there was someone else looking out at her through his eyes. How she knew this, Skye didn’t know, but the knowledge urged her to run.
Her legs trembled as she made to bolt, but a casual gesture from Lewis held her in place. No matter the commands her mind gave, her body remained frozen and unresponsive. She fought to regain control, fought to make sense of what was happening, but her brain couldn’t latch onto anything.
“Defiant to the last,” Lewis said pleasantly, and his mouth stretched into a smile that shouldn’t ever have graced a human face. “It’s the only reason I didn’t kill you sooner. Your rebellious streak amused me.”
Her throat was locked tight. She couldn’t scream at what was an obvious threat as Lewis chuckled and ran a finger down her cheek. Her skin burned like acid where he touched, before cooling to a freezing chill.
“You should have died in that plane crash,” he said with a moue of disappointment. “I would ask how you survived, but I really don’t care. At least I can finish the job now, myself. I dislike getting my hands dirty directly, but I think in your case, I’m pleased to make an exception.”
He tapped a finger against his lips and his teeth gleamed as he smirked at her. “You really have no idea what’s happening, do you?” he asked, rhetorically. “I thought when you broke my web that you had realised, but it’s clear that you’re just as dull and stupid as ever.”
Confusion and sheer horror were blanking Skye’s mind of any rational thought. She couldn’t make sense of what was happening. Nothing was right; there was not one piece of mental solid ground that she could catch onto. She stared blankly at the thing wearing the body of her fiancé.
“But why drag this out?” he asked himself, tapping his fingernails against his chin, before he reached out and placed both hands on her chest, squeezing tightly. “Goodbye,” he said, and pushed her, hard.
The world and the storm came back in a rush as she was thrown backwards. There was nothing beneath her feet but the crashing sea, nothing for her flailing hands to grab hold of. She opened her mouth to scream, but the wind stole the sound from her lungs.
She fell, the sea opening up below her, as if waiting to swallow her whole.
White light, pure and untainted, burned away the storm. Strong arms caught her, and wide grey wings enfolded her briefly before they stretched out again. With wide
As the roar of the thunder faded away and she uncovered her ears, she became aware of another roaring sound beneath the weather that seemed to be gradually getting closer. Abruptly, her next step found empty air instead of solid ground. Flailing her arms, she threw herself backwards, scrambling desperately. With her heart pounding painfully in her chest, she gasped for air as adrenaline raced through her.
This was an absolutely stupid idea, she scolded herself. What on earth had possessed her?
Bracing herself, she leaned forward a little. Through the curtain of rain, she could see that just ahead of her, the ground ended. Below stretched the angry white of frothing sea, jagged rocks protruding like rotten teeth. Spume sprayed her face, and the salt stung her eyes. Her stomach lurched and she shuffled cautiously backwards, away from the sickening drop.
As if a switch has been flipped, the storm stopped.
The wind abruptly disappeared, and the rain seemed to stop falling mid-air. A trunk of lightning still blazed across the sky, matching arcs rising from the trees and the lighthouse. All around her, the world seemed to stand still. Even the sea below was frozen in its violent motion.
As she turned around, a creeping fear starting to grip her, she came face to face with Lewis, and she reeled back a step in shock. In his black suit and white shirt, he was completely unruffled by the elements, while she felt like a waterlogged wreck. But although it was the face and body of her beloved fiancé, there was someone else looking out at her through his eyes. How she knew this, Skye didn’t know, but the knowledge urged her to run.
Her legs trembled as she made to bolt, but a casual gesture from Lewis held her in place. No matter the commands her mind gave, her body remained frozen and unresponsive. She fought to regain control, fought to make sense of what was happening, but her brain couldn’t latch onto anything.
“Defiant to the last,” Lewis said pleasantly, and his mouth stretched into a smile that shouldn’t ever have graced a human face. “It’s the only reason I didn’t kill you sooner. Your rebellious streak amused me.”
Her throat was locked tight. She couldn’t scream at what was an obvious threat as Lewis chuckled and ran a finger down her cheek. Her skin burned like acid where he touched, before cooling to a freezing chill.
“You should have died in that plane crash,” he said with a moue of disappointment. “I would ask how you survived, but I really don’t care. At least I can finish the job now, myself. I dislike getting my hands dirty directly, but I think in your case, I’m pleased to make an exception.”
He tapped a finger against his lips and his teeth gleamed as he smirked at her. “You really have no idea what’s happening, do you?” he asked, rhetorically. “I thought when you broke my web that you had realised, but it’s clear that you’re just as dull and stupid as ever.”
Confusion and sheer horror were blanking Skye’s mind of any rational thought. She couldn’t make sense of what was happening. Nothing was right; there was not one piece of mental solid ground that she could catch onto. She stared blankly at the thing wearing the body of her fiancé.
“But why drag this out?” he asked himself, tapping his fingernails against his chin, before he reached out and placed both hands on her chest, squeezing tightly. “Goodbye,” he said, and pushed her, hard.
The world and the storm came back in a rush as she was thrown backwards. There was nothing beneath her feet but the crashing sea, nothing for her flailing hands to grab hold of. She opened her mouth to scream, but the wind stole the sound from her lungs.
She fell, the sea opening up below her, as if waiting to swallow her whole.
White light, pure and untainted, burned away the storm. Strong arms caught her, and wide grey wings enfolded her briefly before they stretched out again. With wide
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