Broken Promises WIP

She sprinted and fumbled, clutching her palms with white knuckled fingers and bleeding nails. Trying to fight the air resistance as she ran down the hallways.

"Danny!? ...Elizabeth!? ...Please...someone..." Her words began to slur.

Her mouth grew agape from her faltered breathing and her constant calling. She began to grow weak and her limbs were flaming. Her pleading to find someone in this god forsaken house only made her spread gasoline over her muscles. And even worse; she still couldn't find them.

The kids were no where to be found, the rooms were strewn about with their toys... and their blood, almost artistically.

But the bodies... she needed to know, were they really...? Her tears kept streaming, they haven't stopped for about half an hour and she had torn through all their rooms already. Her husband was already gone... how much more could they take away from her?

Why them...?

They were so innocent and kind...

And all she had...

She continued to run through the hall, she had just left her youngest daughter's room.
And then something dark met her face.

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The phone rang once and her eyes shot open. Then a searing pain came and her left eye started to sting horrifically. Her hand touched it instantly, she had been hit by something and given a black eye. Remembering what else happened, she stared at the phone hesitantly, shivering in a blanket, waiting for some sort of answer.

She realized she was in her room. A blanket was strewn on top of her while she was laying on her bed. Then she continued to stare at the phone across the room on her desk.

Then the voice machine kicked in.

"Mom? Mommy is that you? Mommy!? MOM!"

Then another voice,

"You should pick it up." Stern and cold.

It came from behind her though.

She saw a walkie talkie behind her and she pressed the button.

"Give back my children! Give them back!"

"They can hear you."

"Mommy promises she'll get you... she'll get you she promises, you hear me?"

"Promise mom?" Danny whimpered.

"Yes, yes, stay strong, mommy loves you."

"To save them you might want to get to that phone. Good-bye."

KSH!

The walkie talkie was dead.

Almost immediately, her three children started yelling for her through the phone, she could hear their shivering voices and tears and almost feel them through the speaker. She bolted for the phone as soon as she realized what was happening. He had them, all of them, her precious angels, and they were calling for her. Tripping over her sweating feet she began to feebly clutch at the wooden floor and scramble towards the phone.

BANG. BANG. BANG.

She shook at every shot.

"Tsk tsk tsk... now that's a broken promise they'll never forget..."

The phone line went dead.

Her hand left quivering over the machine.