Raven Part Eight

~Chapter Eight~1

I slowly look around my room for some kind of object that can help me escape or at least defend myself.  I find absolutely nothing to aid me in my time of need.2

"Hawk," I mentally call out, in hopes that she can respond.3

"I'm here," she replies to my silent plea.4

"Did you call for help," I ask her desperately.5

"Yes, they're on their way," she says.6

The sharp pain in my chest gets even worse as I can't help but panic even more.  I glance around the room, once again, searching for something to help me.7

My eyes land on a dagger lined with gold on the handle.  I think of the old woman giving it to me a few days back, saying, "may it be of help in your times of need ahead."8

I think nothing of what the old woman meant by that, but I jump off the window seat and grab the dagger off the table.  9

I hear him coming ever closer to my door, while softly calling "Raven... Raven.  Come out, Raven."10

He stops at my door and tries to turn the door knob.  I hold the dagger ready to strike the moment he gets it open, and I know it won't be long now.11

He stands there for a moment, silent as a hunting fox.  Then I hear him sliding his key into the lock and turn it slowly.  A few seconds later, the lock clicks.  My legs are bent and spread apart, ready to pounce on him and attack.12