It needed a sacrifice. A blood sacrifice and I was planning on doing it. The only problem with that was that my boyfriend, Misha, held the knife tightly in his grip.
“We have to do something!” Lee said, throwing up her arms, I could already see Jordan’s breathes growing shorter as he leant against the stone wall.
“We aren’t killing her!” Misha snapped at Lee, I had never seen him this angry except for when he tweeted about Donald Trump. I felt my boyfriend was completely qualified to run for president one day, just like he once wanted to but, he seemed to of discarded that dream. Misha’s hand loosened, then reclasped the handle of the knife holding it away from everybody, including me.
“Look, we need to get out of here, Misha,” I tried …show more content…
I quickly snatched it, holding the sharp blade in one hand and slicing the palm of my other. I clenched my teeth from making a sound, if I cried Misha would jump up and immediately stop me, but, we didn’t have time to stop, we had to finish this.
I walked towards the door where a platform rested on the floor in front of it. Lines forming a maze that led up the door to the lock. I held my cut over the platform and squeezed my hand to let the crimson blood ooze from my palm and into the lines.
“There is one way and she bleed enough.” Cas said, closely examining me, then the platform and the “rules” that someone scribbled onto the wall.
“Maybe if we all pitch in?” Misha suggested, and I felt his presence behind me, watching over my shoulder as I clenched my fist again and held my lip. Tears gathered at the corner of my eyes, threatening to fall despite everything else in me screaming no.
“That won’t work.” Cas said, his face falling to the floor, “It can only take one person’s blood and well, Birdie, has already sacrificed herself.”
“I’ll kill her, that will make this go faster.” Lee said, my face jerked at the thought of dying but I quickly composed myself before Misha could
“We have to do something!” Lee said, throwing up her arms, I could already see Jordan’s breathes growing shorter as he leant against the stone wall.
“We aren’t killing her!” Misha snapped at Lee, I had never seen him this angry except for when he tweeted about Donald Trump. I felt my boyfriend was completely qualified to run for president one day, just like he once wanted to but, he seemed to of discarded that dream. Misha’s hand loosened, then reclasped the handle of the knife holding it away from everybody, including me.
“Look, we need to get out of here, Misha,” I tried …show more content…
I quickly snatched it, holding the sharp blade in one hand and slicing the palm of my other. I clenched my teeth from making a sound, if I cried Misha would jump up and immediately stop me, but, we didn’t have time to stop, we had to finish this.
I walked towards the door where a platform rested on the floor in front of it. Lines forming a maze that led up the door to the lock. I held my cut over the platform and squeezed my hand to let the crimson blood ooze from my palm and into the lines.
“There is one way and she bleed enough.” Cas said, closely examining me, then the platform and the “rules” that someone scribbled onto the wall.
“Maybe if we all pitch in?” Misha suggested, and I felt his presence behind me, watching over my shoulder as I clenched my fist again and held my lip. Tears gathered at the corner of my eyes, threatening to fall despite everything else in me screaming no.
“That won’t work.” Cas said, his face falling to the floor, “It can only take one person’s blood and well, Birdie, has already sacrificed herself.”
“I’ll kill her, that will make this go faster.” Lee said, my face jerked at the thought of dying but I quickly composed myself before Misha could