A Dark, Surreal Love Story

Trace was falling, it seemed, through blankets of air. The seconds began to dilate and even separate into their own eternities. His short hair ruffled in show motion, his tensed muscles relaxed and his thoughts drifted. He thought of his cell and how much freer he was now, suspended in this blissful night air. Here, nestled inside a friendly breeze he was finally safe. He didn't have to worry about the fear now. Actually, he didn't have to worry about the fear when he'd been inside his cell either. It wasn't so bad he thought, he shouldn't have left; there wouldn't have been any fear if he had. Why had he left? There was some reason... a broken lock, an inquisitive hand, a strand of dark hair...

Kelsey.

Trace hit the ground running. How much time had he lost? There was no good way to tell and he hoped to hell that he wasn't too late. So long as she was there; PLEASE let her still be there his mind shouted. One corner. Two corners. Three doors down and...

An open gate and empty cell were all that met him. A spattering of blood on the floor, his only greeting. Trace couldn't believe it, he WOULDN'T believe it. After days of planning... and now she was gone; and he would be too if he didn't hurry. No sooner had he thought this than a black chord encircled his waist and pulled tight.

"NO!" he cried in anguish and fury. But he was already being lifted off the ground. Struggling against the thing was useless, it pulled and gripped at him with unnatural gain. He grasped it tightly and turned best he could to face his enemy. He refused to give in. He woudn't go quietly into the.... air duct? He could see very clearly that he was, in fact, being lifted into an air duct, but it made no sense to him, not until he was inside.

"Kelsey!" he shouted as he saw her, slumped against the inside wall. Her shirt was ripped off her shoulder and blood stained the entire thing. Her brown hair clung in coagulated strands to her forehead; her legs, flush against the edges where she must have supported herself to lift him up.

"I knew you'd come." she murmured. " You were just a little late.... nothing wrong with that." as she gave in to exhaustion and blood loss.

--- Needs work... but I needed to get this up. -John ---
--- Edit: Lookit that, I draw'd a picture! Yeah, not quite anguish a fury... more like shock and well, more shock. We'll work on that...---