Post by Rose Lynde Hauser on Aug 8, 2006 19:30:18 GMT -5
Rose Hauser felt a definate lump in her throat, one that was difficult to swallow. It was created of fear and nervousness that was more than visible in her bluish eyes that scanned around the Paris streets in a quick fury. Rose was blessed with an incredible mind and an accurate perception that allowed her to observe and designate a situation or problem and provide a solution in a matter of seconds. Unfortunately, without enough information, Rose seemed to be at a loss.
It was twilight in Paris and the buildings were casting shadows along the streets and in her rush her eyes had difficulty adjusting to the sudden darkness that had started to overtake the city as the sun was setting. Her panic rose and fell inside of her chest. The coffee she consumed a few moments prior didn't help matters as the caffeen was working wonders on quickening her synapses. Her logical mind was screaming at her unatural tension to calm down, but it was no use. Intelligent or not, Rose was still a 15 year old girl.
She quickened her pace and then slipped around the corner of an old stone building close to the hotel. Rose's hand lightly rose to tuck some of her bright blond hair from her face as her head peered around the corner to catch a glimpse at who might be following her. Nothing. Her chest heaved out a welcomed sigh to release some of the anxiety and she staightened herself. A hand slipped across her shoulders and suddenly Rose felt herself jerked back into the darkness of the alleyway.
Her body struggled against the heavy weight of her assailant. As she was about to let out a ear peircing scream, another large hand swooped over her lips and pressed hard into her face. He forced her head to look into the direction of the street and she felt warm tears stinging as she felt the fear of being held back consume her. A voice, not belonging to the person who was holding her began to speak.
"A rose's stem, is much too fragile, though it's more than possible to be pricked by it's thorns. It's petals are many, but each one can be plucked with ease."
He paused as Rose's tiny yelps came unoticed by the people walking across the entrance of the alleyway. I shouldn't have left the hotel. I should have brought Aaron with me, or Thyme... These thoughts filtered through her head repeadedly and distracted her from what the voice behind her was saying. Until now, Paris had been boring, but incident free. Perhaps she shouldn't have complained.
"A lily, in this case, an Arum lily or "Death Lily"'s stem is strong and thick. Its large fleshy spade-like petals are attached to the stem, and are difficult to remove. Natually, it is found in the most darkest of places. Marshes and bogs, places where roses wouldn't thrive."
Rose began to breathe in and out, her anxiety running a fevered pitch as her assailant gripped her more tightly.
"Your existance is a means to an end. You will never be more than that."
The man holding her took his large hands and pressed her tiny body up against the brick of the building and pressed head against it. Tears fell down her cheeks as they put a blindfold on her and bound her hands behind her back then forced her on her knees. For a moment, she thought that this was the end. There she would die, in the alleyway, on her knees and left with the horrible sensation in the pit of her stomach.
And then, there was nothing. She spent 15 terrorizing minutes sitting in the alleway shaking and crying until a shop keeper exited a side entrance to take out the garbage and found the young woman lying on the ground whimpering.