Part 3 of Moonlight Nightmares

The figure stirred in the shadows. A slight tremor that ran along the body causing it to spasm in odd contortions. Each movement caused a little more pain. Slowly, he opened his eyes. He tried to talk but his throat was so dry she could barely even breathe. Even though his body was near death his mind was far from it. In his mind a thousand thoughts composed themselves into swirls of worries each one more urgent then the last. Where is she? Where is sh…
Slowly he sank back into unconciousness. *
She sat with her eyes trained into the far distance leaving no sign of fear preceptive. On the inside though she was trembling so hard she thought she was about to shatter. Then the voice came.
“So. We meet at last.”

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