“Your friend will eventually come looking for you.” He said in a voice that sounded steady, but crazy all the same.
Kate, who had never been good with stress, was shaking. What was especially troubling was watching her poop fiery pony writhing on the floor, in a desperate attempt to rid herself of the snakes that bound her. They hissed and it her, only making her more furious. Kate didn’t feel like she could talk, or do anything but shake like a maracas, but with extreme willpower, she managed to get words out of herself, making herself feel detached from the situation, like she wasn’t herself. Her voice still shook and wavered though.
“What is your name? You obviously have a lot of power, do you have a name to match it?”
She almost broke into tiny pieces and sink into the ground when he looked at her and she saw the glint of terrible eyes.
“Why would you want to know my name, dear?” The way he said dear made her bones feel as though they had turned to ice and shattered.
“So you little friends can find out who I am?” he said this in a babyish tone. “What good would that do them anyway?!” It had recovered his intensity.
He moved closer to her, and she felt that if she shook any more her body would disintegrate, the multicoloured fires of the topaz shone in every direction where it lay on his chest.
“Samuel, you’ll have to guess the rest.” He said nastily.
“At least show me your face! Unless you are too cowardly to show yourself to one you have bound and at your feet!” This had come out with force and she surprised herself, but quickly lost that feeling of force and returned to a vulnerable state.
The dark cloaked man knew she was just trying to get something out of him but he wanted to play with her, make her feel uncomfortable, so he put down in hood and brought his messily shaven face to hers.
His deep brown eyes seemed empty and glossy, wild. His brows were very defined and he had a slightly crooked nose. Kate rolled back instinctively. He laughed.
Kate was drawing madly, but she had been in music class her whole life and her “police sketch” looked morel like a Mr. Potato head. I told her this and she looked at me with wide desperate eyes.
“He has the topaz, and know he’ll kill Shine...”
Brent sat next to her and I left, finding the table of art freaks.
“Hey art freaks.” They looked at me blankly. “Who here is the best a drawing faces?”
I expected them to fight for the title or something and grimaced at some of their drawings. One guy rose and I told him to follow me.
“Why would I do that?” He said arrogantly.”
I placed my palms on the table and looked at him closely. My green eyes had often been compared to an emerald fire within my spotted face. Apparently they contrasted my actually gentle and smooth features.
“You need eyes to draw.” I said calmly.
He followed me.
Within an hour we had a precise sketch Kate could agree with and I send the kid off. We skipped class to go to the library and monopolised the computers. All the while, as we searched people named Sam in nearby towns, I couldn’t shake the feeling the drawing reminded me of someone. Finally, we couldn’t find anyone matching the drawing and has to surrender for the night.