Eamon was driving down the path that led to Freya's house, he was driving above the speed limit. The car was booming with hip-pop music, and they were both nodding to the vibes, they were approaching Weston Hills High. Freya stared at the gates, she saw a male figure standing close to the oak tree, but soon they sped past the school and the hostile figure disappeared. Was that the killer? She thought.
“Watch out!” Freya roared pointing at the male figure standing in the middle of the road. Eamon applied brakes, but it was too late, they knocked him down, and he tumbled down the paved road with no signs of getting up. Freya and Eamon quickly alighted from the car, running to help him up, at least get him to the hospital or Freya would use her powers to heal him. Was he going to survive? Eamon thought. What has he gotten himself into? His heart beats faster as they approached the guy lying unconscious in the middle of the road.
“Come on.” She reiterated, turning him over, before she could think of anything else the male figure seized her hand and stared at her palm, but he couldn't see any mark or scar. He pushed her away, and she fell. Seizing Eamon's neck, he took his hand and gazed at his palm before smiling devilishly and peering into Eamon's eyes. Eamon struggled to breathe, but he was just powerful, he tried to twist his hand, but the stability of this gruesome unknown guy was more powerful than the strength of ten men, and Eamon quivered. He saw the mark on his palm before punching him in his chest. Eamon got moved away, and he crashed on the wheel screen of the car, the glass breaking into pieces. He was bruised, and blood spilled from his mouth, he coughed and more blood escaped his lips spilling on his shirt.
Eamon groaned, as he tried to regain himself, images were dancing in his mind, but still, he could see the unknown figure charging toward him. He was about to hit Eamon again when Freya said a spell that moved him away. Freya knew this wasn't an ordinary human, he was a creature, but she was yet to find out as she had never come across a supernatural so strong. She helped Eamon who was finding it difficult to breathe on his feet, as they trudged down the road that led to Weston Hills High panting, and gasping for breath.
“We are almost there.” Freya reassured. What was happening? How did they just run into this misfortune at this time of the night? She cried within her while she stroked Eamon's chest, muttering a spell, she hoped that nothing would happen to him.
“I'm going to kill you no matter how hard you attempt to escape.” He said. They both stopped, turning around they couldn't see him.
“Come on. We are almost there.” Freya told him, as they hastily moved to the gates. Eamon was still struggling to breathe, Freya stared at him with worried eyes, he was dying and she needed to save him. Freya said a spell, and the gates opened when they passed, she was stepping forward when another spell escaped her lips, and the gates slammed back.
“You're going to be okay.” Freya reassured, as they walked to the sports field.
“I'm dying Freya,” Eamon muttered, as he darted forward before he turned at Freya. “I'm dying.” If only she could feel the pain within him. His heart was dying, the punch was too severe and it must have shattered his ribs.
“I'm not going to let you die.” Freya said, a spell escaping her lips. Her palms glowed with light, as they had been managing to see through the thick darkness of the night, they were no moon, and all the street lights within the perimeter had tripped off, the stars that were supposed to be above the sky had abandoned them. “Argh!” She exclaimed as she got moved away. Nothing had to tell her that it was a witch, after she stumbled down the sports field she attempted to get on her feet, he glanced in the direction where Eamon lay, but he was no longer there. She closed her eyes, and tears dropped, rolling down her cheeks.
“No!!” She roared, as she ran after Eamon who was hanging close to the oak tree, before she could get close to him, she was clamped to the ground by a spell, struggling to move, but she couldn't. She heard his scream when he was stabbed by the dagger, she sniffled attempting to use her magic, but the figure who pinned her was restraining her from using her magic. She watched Eamon's body hit the rough barks of the tree, as he was engulfed by the oak. It glowed. She felt the pain, her eyes were swollen, and her tears kept flowing down.
“No!” She screamed. They killed him, she couldn't believe that this was happening to her. Freya saw it with her eyes, her fiancé died, and there was nothing she could do to help. She screamed as she moved through the air, tumbling down away after the figure that held her at a spot said a spell. They both disappeared into thin air, why Freya was weeping silently, as she texted Janeka.
“Help me.” She muttered as she sent the message, closing her eyes, she let unconsciousness take her away.