Laurel Lance: A Short Story

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My breath was coming in heavy outbursts. All I remember was running and then suddenly, I tripped. It felt like I was falling for longer than it should have taken me to hit the ground. Thump! My head hit the ground and everything went black. When I woke up I couldn’t move my hands because they were tied behind my back with rope. I could feel the rope burning into my wrists as I struggled to be free. I could feel the coolness of the wall against my back. Suddenly, I heard a flick and everything was bright; someone had turned on the lights. The figure I could see next to the light switch walked towards me and I didn’t know whether to be afraid of the figure because I could not see his face. The figure started to speak,” I know you, but you do …show more content…
Sam was upset that Ray had kidnapped and threatened me, but he took it personally as if he knew Ray. We both decided it was best if we started to look for the three items Ray demanded. First we decided to look for essence of death. It actually sounded easy to find after some research and searching. All we had do to was use a needle to extract the soul of a dying person. We decided not to kill a person but to find someone already dying at a hospital. One of the people on the list of almost dead was Laurel Lance. Laurel willingly said that we could extract her soul with the needle while she was dying. In a few minutes, Laurel had slipped into cardiac arrest. We had to extract her soul quickly; I couldn’t find the strength to do it. Sam said,” Hand me the needle, quickly.” I turned to Sam scared and started to cry. He hugged me close to him as he inserted the needle into Laurel. Sam patted my back and said,” It’s ok Felicity, it’s over now.” I exhaled realizing I was holding my breathe. Sam packed the needle filled with Laurel’s dying soul into his backpack. I was still a little shaken up about the fact that essence of death was a real thing. Suddenly Sam enthusiastically turned to me and said,” What’s next?” “The griffon’s feather,” I replied as we walked out of Laurel’s hospital room. We were silent until we walked out of the hospitals front doors (which haunted me now) and a wave of guilt fell over me and I teared up again as I remembered

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