The Past (13) The Haunted House 2

Ezekiel sensed the approaching arrows, his eyes turned to her and before he could even think further, he ran to her and pushed her away from the approaching arrows, seeing this, Delilah could only stare blankly at him, and then before she knew it, an arrow among the arrows which the both of them had fortunately dodged stabbed him on his side and he groaned in pain.

His bluish purple eyes narrowed as he felt the sharp pain, his fingers crouched nearer to that injury to extract the arrow but as soon as he wanted to, he felt a soft hand stopping his hand from going further, though he could not see the girl, his face lifted, the pain in his wrist excruciating. "It would only draw your grave nearer."

Hearing this, the boy smiled but his eyes were devoid of any emotion except rage, "You just made our grave nearer." He growled, seeing this, Delilah moved away from him but he was really quick to stop her from moving more than an inch, "I told you about standing on the same tiles," he groaned trying to calm himself.

Delilah still looked frightened, her chest hitting deeper than before. Especially when she noticed how close they were, she was finding it hard to ignore those innocent and gorgeous eyes but still, she knew what danger was lurking behind them. "I grow sick whenever I am too close to someone for a long time," she lied, trying to maintain her breath. Everything looked just insane to her. How was this blind boy able to save her? Was he truly blind? What kind of blindness did he have?

His smile grew again then it became still, his eyes didn't turn to face the arrow that was still stuck in his waist. "Do you think the best option is leaving the arrow like this? I shouldn't have saved you in the first place so that you feel how many bugs are drawing up my blood while digging holes."

She gasped when she heard it but her expression slid almost immediately, "You caused this yourself, anyway. You brought me here in the first place."

"I think that is the least that you can do after I saved your life," he grunted and focused on the arrow. He found it hard to remove it himself. It was causing a great pain than he could ever imagine. He tried removing it again but he was tearful, he just couldn't, he felt his blood dripping bit by bit that he also felt the urge to suck it. He shook his head, blaming himself for thinking in such a way.

Delilah looked as the blind boy growled in pain. She felt really annoyed. Annoyed by everything. Annoyed that she was deceived into this monstrous house with weapons to kill its visitors. Furthermore, she felt betrayed. "Oh really? Just because you saved my life you think risking my life for you is the least I can do to help you? I saved your life from those bullies in the first place." She screamed out her last word, at the same time, she removed the boy's hand from her back but was too wise to stay on the same tiles, she knew what could happen again and she knew that this time if something happened again, there would be no one to save her.

She saw that the blind boy did not reply. He was busy trying to remove the arrow from his waist. She looked mystified seeing him do so, seeing him groan in pain at every move while attempting to remove that metal. She looked at the arrow first before sheepishly staring at his shirt. "I can help you remove it, though. I'm a bit not scared of blood."

"Sure." He nodded.

Delilah held his arm so that he could completely turn to her. "Just close your eyes and then let the sharp pain come and go at once. Removing it little by little would torture you more."

He nodded again and closed his eyes, waiting for the sharp pain like the little girl just told him.

All Delilah wanted to do was to run away but now that she was stuck in this haunted-looking house, she needed to obey or help him so that she could get out of this place. Her fingers slowly held the arrow and at once, she pulled it out. Unexpectedly, a sudden rush of blood followed and she screamed, "Jeez ... are- are you okay? What am I to do? It seems that the-"

"I am not," he groaned as he said those words. "You aren't even the one hurt," he joked, trying not to make the lad so frightened. But still, he could feel the rush of blood. He felt really weak immediately. He felt the need to just rest on the tiled floor but he couldn't because it would cause more harm. "Is there anything to stop the bleeding?"

Delilah looked across the room. The room was a bit dark, except for the fine beige and grey tiles on the floor, the remaining things left were either frightening or old. Some spiderwebs were hanging across the only window, and below some old-looking pieces of furniture, Delilah didn't think there was something to stop the blood. "I...I don't know," she said, doing an amazing job in looking at his white top and blue trousers that were now decorated with blood while avoiding his eyes. The eyes she once saw something agonising.

"Your scarf." He reminded her, "You are wearing a scarf right? It can stop the bleeding."

Delilah's hands immediately went up to her head. No! That was impossible. Her mum had warned her not to remove it. Even today, she knew her mother went overly crazy just because of that. "I can't..."

"I feel very weak. At least it would limit the blood passage. We need to get out of this house at a limited time, else it could go berserk."

"What? This house would go berserk? How?"

"The weapons in them..." He tried to explain.

Without thinking anymore, she untied her scarf. At least the boy was blind and he would be unable to see her weird hair. "Take!" She said as she handed it over to him.

He took the scarf using more effort than usual and he tied it around his waist. When he was done, he breathed deeply. Though he felt a bit disgusted, he wanted to gain back his sight at all cost. Even if it would cost him the life of an innocent.