Chapter 2

I was never fond of the merry go round ride. To me it was horrific ride in the playground that gave me that sickly wave of dizziness. My heart would thump wildly in my chest as the world spun around me. Spinning round and round. That’s how I felt now, like I couldn’t grasp my surroundings without feeling like the world was off balance. Spinning round and around. My head hurt like hell, probably worse than hell not to mention that the inside of my mouth felt like someone poured an entire desert into it. The pulsing pain continued horribly.

I could faintly hear a sound of a voice but I couldn’t be to sure. Not with my heart beat racing as fast as it was, through my chest, pulsing through my head, through my ears. It was too loud. My body failed to cooperate, so heavy and unresponsive.

“............ter Lincoln..........Phoenix 41.... New......” I was straining my hearing using any left energy I had but could only make out faint sounds and words before everything around my quietened down and I started to feel myself fall into back into the shadows.

I didn’t know whether or not I did fall asleep or for how long but I couldn’t be anymore relieved when I was finally able to slowly move my fingers around. I gently wiggled them before slowly bringing hand up to my head but winced slightly as my head still continued to throb painfully but luckily for me the dizziness was gone. Opening my eyes I began blinking rapidly to clear out of this blurry haze. Using my finger tips I trailed my hands across what felt like a soft silky quilt which I was currently laying under. It was then when I realised how comfy this bed was. The luxurious soft sheets against my skin felt heavenly like. My heart suddenly jolted with fear. I don’t ever recall my be...

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...o go home” I said more forcefully this time.

“You won’t be going back Clea. This is your home now”. He stood up and walked back over towards his seat. “Crane Manor is Home now. You see, a long time ago I realised that I was just another puppet being stringed into directions that I didn’t want to go in. To follow rules. And the one way I knew how to be free from those strings were to get rid of those puppet makers. It was then I realised how easy it was. To be free.” His eyes glowed with excitement. “A click of a gun, a slash of a knife. I could have what ever I desired. But I was rather lonely so I decided to start a new generation to serve me as their master as a thank you for saving them.”

I shook my head “Saving them from what?”

“Saving them from the people they were to become. I’m offering you a life of luxury and a new beginning. In return I ask you to kill.”