Amoureux by Brainne K (best books under 200 pages TXT) 📕

still dark, “Isabelle?” something was touching my shoulder and I jerked out from under the covers not remembering where I was. “Wait…” I lashed out wildly throwing my fists into the darkness. My fist made contact with something and there was a muffled grunt that was just to my right. “hell… Isabelle, its me Bren.” The voice was raspy, witch made me think I hit him in the stomach. Bren…. Do I know a Bren?   

 “Oh, Bren! I’m so sorry you startled me out of a nightmare. Did I hurt you?” I whispered as loud as I dared.   

 There was no answer, than as I open my mouth to ask again, something clamped over my mouth. I struggled as I was pulled out of my warm bed. I ripped at the hand over my mouth, as I dug my nails into Bren’s hand he gave me a good shake and spat out a low hiss, “Sssshhhh….” He held me to his chest as I calmed down. “Are you trying to kill us?” His hand was still over my mouth, hard.   

 “Can you let go of me now?” came out more like ‘ca ou et oh ob mu nou?’ as I managed to mumble out from under his air-tight grip.   

 “Only if you never punch me in the throat again.” His voice was still raspy and low as if he were making an effort getting the words out through his teeth. I nodded vigorously. I felt his hand leave my mouth, licking my lips they tasted like salt. I turned around on my knees, to meet his eyes.  

   “What do you want with me?” Even though I wasn’t very happy about being woken up, I felt strangely safe down on the floor so close to him.  

   “The same thing you want from me.” his voice was calming and soft. “help.” Even though I couldn’t see him I imagined his flawless features around the voice.  

   “I see…” Sorry but Dr. Sylvia only works from the hours of 10:00am  to, 11:00am. Please try again later. I smiled at my own joke, knowing the boy sitting across from me couldn’t see it. “Well than, you just made my part of the job a whole lot easier.” I was all business now. “Who else knows?” I assumed he wasn’t the only person who wanted freedom.   

 He moved suddenly, his hand was wrapped around my back. “I’m really sorry about this…” A flash of light swept over the glass doors, than I realized, Where are the guards? I turned back to Bren catching a glimpse of his face in the brief light, he looked horrified, torn.   

 “Where are th…” I was cut short by the pressure of a kiss on my lips. My eyes grew wide with surprise, It was not what I was expecting. At first it was enjoyable, I closed my eyes and pressed my lips back on his, than, I felt a water fall of fire rolling down my throat. I pulled back gasping, but he wouldn’t let go. The lights flipped on and just as the doors flew open he released me. I fell back screaming Bren’s strong hands still on the small of my back. He grabbed the pillow off my bed and put on the floor, laying my head gently on its fluffy splendor. He shushed me and stroked my hair. Everything was a blur. A guard with an Angel First Rank uniform came rushing through the doors, fallowed by the man with yellow teeth.  

   “Sit very still.” His voice was urgent and full of pleading. The fire was slowly going away but I lay still unable to move, even thou I wanted to punch him in the neck again.  

   “False alarm.” the First Rank guard reported to the man with yellow teeth. The man seemed to be looking straight at us, than there was movement from someone restless in their bed.  

   He looked toward the noise than back to the guard. “Alright,” His voice was like nails being hammered into solid steal. “Lets turn the lights off.” Than they both walked out of the room and it turned dark again. I tried to move but my muscles from my neck down felt like molten lava.  

   “Why can’t I move?” Why didn’t they see us? I felt breathless, straining my eyes to look at him.   

 “It will ware off in a little bit.” He also seemed breathless, but whether it was the kiss or his muscles were on fire, I couldn’t tell. I felt a hand under my shoulder and than a one in the crease of my knee. Bren grunted as he lifted my small frame off the ground onto my bed.   

 “About your question earlier,” he was breathing hard as if lifting my 105 pound body had been a great ordeal of stress on his body. I filled with anger but was to worn and hurt to say anything. “There are three of us, Four including you.” He slowly made his way back over to his bed and lay back down. I wanted to say more to him and ask him more questions but I could no longer feel anything as the numbness made its way up past my neck. My eyes closed as the doors opened and two pairs of clunking boots on a pair of black uniformed figures entered the room to guard the doors till morning.  

   I awoke the next morning to a voice that sounded as clear as the morning church bells that would go off near the Gardens close to my mansion. “Isabelle…” this voice was unfamiliar, alien to me. “Isabelle…” Someone poked my arm, and I just sat there thinking, Maybe if I don’t move she’ll leave and I can sleep more. But I have never been that lucky. “Hey Bren,” the girl yelled, “are you sure she isn’t dead?”

The escape plan

    I heard laughing in the background and then a reply “Yes, Sara, I’m sure.” Bren’s voice. This familiar reality sent a shock wave through my body and my eyes flew open with a jolt of anger. What had he done to me last night? My eyes were blurry and my head ached at the sudden brightness of the room. I sat up and glared at Bren groggily. There was a gasp of surprise and disgust from Ronny in the corner of the room, and the rest of the group fell silent. The fog was slowly clearing from my mind and I realized that everyone was staring at, me.   

 “She’s one of them…” Candice was sitting in her usual chair close to my bed. She had a terrified look in her eyes. All seven people in the room were staring at me as if I had committed a terrible crime and now bore a mark to indicate so. Even Bren looked shocked.  

   I tore off my blanket to see if I had something on me, than my still half asleep mind registered what Candice had said. What did she mean? I stood confused and in a sort of daze, I slowly started to walk toward the bathroom marked with the picture of a lady, but stumbled and fell to my knees. I sat for a long while on the cold floor holding my head in my hands. I felt a hand on my shoulder and opened my eyes to see who it was but instead of looking into someone’s face I only saw darkness.

***    

    I woke to Bren’s hand on my face, so gentil and soft, a soft breath escaped my lips. Looking up at him, looking into his violet eyes, I saw concern and a tender closness he must feel for me. My heart skiped as I realized what I was thinking. I turned my head breaking our conneciton. I tried to lift my hand but found it restraind by a leather bealt and a chain over the leather bealt. I lifted my head and saw my ankles were also locked in place.   

 I looked up at Bren, “Whats going on?” I narrowed my eyes and laid my head back to the pillow under me, my strength leaving me.   

   He smiled and sat in the chair next to my bed, and even with my most evil look barring down on him, he managed to smile. I was frustrated and scared, and mad that he could smile at this time of my distress. A hard lump formed in my throught. I softend my face as the tears threatened to spill over. Bren must have noticed because he stoped smiling and his look of concern was back.   

 “Who are you?” the words that spilled from my mouth seemed distant and broken. And what sat in a chair next to my bed was not Bren but something else. A monster, no, a demon. My vision was slightly blurred and things seemed to be rapidly morphing from normal to… not so normal.   

 The thing on the chair smiled again showing two long white fangs, but the fangs changed back to Bren’s teeth again, just as quick as they had appeared they were gone. As I took in what I was looking at, I screamed. I lashed out at my restraints and tried slipping my hands through them, but they only seemed to grow tighter as I struggled. I was panicking and my mind was in a whirl wind of images of Bren and the monster, of myself and my father’ and as I felt myself loosing concisnis an image of my mother with glowing geen eyes and big black fethered wings, but as I tried to scream for my mother I realized it wasn’t her. I was looking at myself.              

       *** 

   A cool breeze washed over me, and the smell of lemons was sweet and familiar. I inhailed deeply, Lemon has always been my favorite, right along with lavender. I heard trees russtle in the soft summer wind, swaying as if they were dancing to the soft unheard melody only the wind could sing. I felt peaceful… But as I opened my eyes, those feelings of peace disappeared. The smell of lemon was starting to fade and so was the soft summer breeze. And as my soroundings became clear, my computer simulated paridise was forever gone and was now a bad memory to me. There were wiers stuck to my head and an IV dripped next to my bed. I closed my eyes again biteing my lip in frustration. My hands and feet were buckled down and this time I couldn’t move at all.  

   I heard the sound of air being released and a man in white docters clothes came in through the sliding door, followed by a First Guard, Demon Rank,  carrying a heavy looking gun. And as soon as I heard the whistling I knew the man with yellow teeth would be crowding the doorway with his frightening shadow.  

    I made myself relax and take a deep breath, I wasn’t ready to be a lab rat I still had to escape back to my mansion.  The whistling was getting louder and I staired at the cealing trying not to