Maya's scream hitched in her throat, strangled by a fist of ice that squeezed her heart tight. She watched in horrified slow motion as the rusty minivan swerved onto the main road, Garnet's startled face pressed against the grimy back window. One desperate lunge, but her fingers grazed only air as the van sped away, swallowing Garnet whole.Panic, raw and primal, ripped through Maya. The world dissolved into a blur of honking horns and screeching tires as she bolted after the van, feet pounding the asphalt. Adrenaline surged, masking the sting of scraped knees and the ache in her lungs. Logic fled, replaced by the instinctual need to reach Garnet, to pull her back from the abyss that had just yawned open in front of them.The van, a hulking beast on the road, weaved through traffic with reckless abandon. Maya, fueled by desperation, wove after it, a lone runner trying to defy the metal tide. Cars honked, swerved, showered her with angry shouts, but her gaze remained fixed on the van,
Garnet woke to the taste of dust and the hollow scent of fear. Her mind was blank for a minute then she remembered and panic coated her throat, leaving it parched and sandpapery and she was unable to swallow. Her eyes flew open, slamming against the suffocating darkness. She couldn't remember the last time she'd blinked, the memory lost in the swirling vortex of terror that had consumed her.She tried to move and realized that she was bound, hands tied behind her back with something rough and scratchy, her ankles felt the same way, anchored to something solid and unyielding, leaving her trussed up like a chicken. Her mind frantically clawed at the edges of time, trying to snag the memory of how she'd gotten to this place. Then the memories flooded her and she felt a wave of dizziness as she remembered Maya’s pale face as someone had covered her face with a piece of cloth. She had probably passed out after because she could not remember how she had gotten to this place. The only reaso
Andrea’s exit from the room was heralded by Garnet’s endless screams for help. She refused to give up in the hopes that if there was any chance that she could get someone to find her and save her then she was going to scream until her very last breath. After some time had elapsed and she was no longer able to scream and her throat was sore the kidnappers, faces twisted with a macabre glee came in and roughly cut the ropes that her bound hands and legs before hurling her to her feet. They herded her out of what appeared to be a warehouse in the midst of nowhere.Garnet tottered on shaky legs as she was pushed and forced to walk further into the thick of the trees until they came to a clearing which they seemed satisfied with as the chosen location and they stopped. Then Garnet noticed that they had already dug a pit probably to bury her in and the tiny ember of hope she had been holding unto was doused by that sight. Even then she turned pleading eyes at them and in her hoarse voice
Thor paced about the waiting room, not daring to walk away in fear that if he left the doctors would come out with information for him. The rest of Garnet’s family came and held vigil in the waiting room while staring at him with open hostility.The sterile white of the hospital walls mocked his churning stomach and he felt so sick, it was like the walls were closing in. It had been several long hours since Garnet had been wheeled into the operating theatre and so far there was still nothing from the doctors and that just made the fear more palpable. He could still hear the gunshot and his mind was stuck in a constant replay of her body falling heavily to the ground. He was afraid, terrified that he would lose her before he got a chance to really live and he felt like he was drowning in a pool of regrets.While other people in the hospital went about their business, not being aware of the torment he was suffering internally he felt like the burden of the world rested on his shoulders.
The memory of Garnet's eyes, wide and accusing, as they met hers before she left her to her death in that distant dusty warehouse sent a shiver down Andrea's spine, she knew without a doubt that Garnet would do everything in her power to seek revenge. If she had known that those fools would dally and not get the job done then she herself would have sent that bullet through Garnet’s head herself because now she had become a huge threat, an even bigger one than before.She paced about the plush confines of her expansive penthouse apartment, feeling at odds in her sumptuous and safe space which now felt oppressively small and suffocating. The air hung heavy with the cloying fear of being discovered and there was a turmoil churning within her. Garnet's unexpected rescue and refusal to die unnerved her badly. Who would have thought that Thor would actually go out of his way to find her? And he had done such a quick job of it too, so much that he had been able to save her even though she h
“She is what?” Thor’s world shattered like a dropped glass, its shards flying everywhere and causing tears on every surface. The doctor's words echoed in his head, each syllable a hammer blow to his already battered and weak heart. What had the doctor meant when he said that Garnet had amnesia and it could be permanent. What was he to do with such a diagnosis and the thought that she might never remember him again.“I can’t give you any assurances that she will be able to gain back her memories but with some extensive treatment and therapy there is a slim possibility that she might gain them back.”Thor felt a wave of nausea wash over him as he turned away from the doctor and headed back into the room, but he swallowed it down stubbornly. He had to be strong for her, Garnet needed him now more than ever. He opened the door and to his utmost shock he saw a nurse he had not seen before bent over Garnet’s unconscious form and holding a syringe and she looked like she was just about to
The scent of chamomile and lavender hung heavy in the air as it wafted softly from the candles which had been lit around, it was a stark contrast to the sterile hospital walls Garnet had grown accustomed to the past week. Home, with its sun-drenched garden and long curving drive felt alien yet oddly familiar. The doctors said it would be normal for her to feel disoriented due to the amnesia. But for Garnet, it was a gaping hole in her life, a void she could not seem to fill no matter how hard she tried and try she did, so much that her head aches.The first thing that struck her was the absence of rings on her fingers. No gold band etched with runes to show that she belonged to this man who had constantly hovered around her, fussing over her and staring anxiously at her.Thor. the name which was supposed to be familiar and comforting tasted like sand on her tongue. Images flickered in the corner of her mind – a booming laugh, a mane of golden hair, a gaze that could ignite the sun. B
The news hit Thor like a wave crashing on a beach and throwing him off balance then spitting him onto the rocky shores of reality. Nurse Thompson, the angel of death who had tried unsuccessfully to silence Garnet with a poisoned needle had been eliminated so easily. Dead. Obviously by the hand of whoever had hired her in the first place to kill Garnet. Thor was pleased. A person who was tasked with saving lives and decided to take away a life simply because of some money did not deserve to live. The only regret he felt was that he had not been able to get her to confess before her death.The police were ruling the death as an accidental death, by some twist of fate so cruel that had felt preordained, the squad car which had been transporting her from the hospital to the station got into an accident suddenly they said. Witnesses to the event reported the speeding vehicle losing control on a slick road, spinning into oblivion. No foul play, they said. Just bad luck.But Thor was not bu