Gone Like The Wind

• Blake Taylor, Grade 7
• Short Story
• 2019

”Good luck Mr Gibbs, you’re going to need it.” I heard Erin whisper as the wooden door creaked and I started my search. It had always been quite eerie in the city of Blighmire. But tonight, there were no lights, no eagles screeching. Out of the blue, I then heard a high pitched scream which sounded like someone I had met before. I walked closer, hearing the rocky concrete beneath me. I vaguely heard the shrill scream once more. I knew right away it was a woman, though very young. I felt the wind blow through the alley against my body. At that stage, I could not describe how cold and hard it was blowing! It could blow away entire houses it was that strong. All of a sudden, it hit me, literally. A steel pole came crashing down and just hit my already throbbing head from the rock I fell on earlier. But that wasn’t the only thing. I had come to a dead end. “Where is she?! Where is she?! Tell me now or else all you will see is this,” and I saw... Emile? She was tied to a wooden chair with a knife against her throat. “OI! Step away immediately from my relative!” It was so horrifying to see that I had to say it. “I do not intend to. You don’t even need to come a step closer.” The sound in his voice told me he had something planned, and it wasn’t good. Next moment I knew the man had pulled a lever and they both fell through a trap door beneath them! I looked down and saw it was no man’s cave. It was pitch black. I tried sliding down but the trapdoor had already closed. Emile was gone. My only relative was... gone. With a complete psychopath who was going to do things to her that even I couldn’t imagine. I subtlety left the room. Knowing that I was never going to get Emile back.