Creative writing - The Assasin

Creative writing - The Assasin
As the wind blew the trees to bow, on the top of Hope Mountain the newborn Couple on there honeymoon drive up the long, winding roads towards the warm Traditional looking log cabin. Will this be the honeymoon of a lifetime? As the car Moves up towards the cold harsh snow the 4×4 rang rover swerves but keeps in Control. As the pair reach the cabin the cold wind rushes through there hair a Shiver runs though both there spines. As they open the door a hot rush of air Escapes into the cold wilderness. There?s a strong smell of damp in the cabin But it is overruled by the amazing smell of the pine trees that surround the smoke Producing building. As they look around the excitement increases. The warm Feeling and look of the living area light up the couples eyes and the food filled Cupboards of the kitchen delights them as them as this honeymoon was a Present from the brides grate ant Margaret who could not go the wedding as she Had a previous engagement. Anent, the bride was surprised at the greatness of The gift as she had not seen her grate ant for 17 years and she was believed to Be dead. As they lost contact with the woman many years before that.
That night anent and Harry were started by the loud creaking of the wind Between the cracks in the wood. The old wooden building was rattling all night And Harry was sure he herd voices throughout the night but anent was sure it Was his imagination as she knew one for a few miles? The following day the Couple were planning to have a drive to the next village for the day out. As they Got in the car it wouldn?t start so the trip was cancelled anent started to worry About being stuck Harry tried to call the mountain crew but the phone lines were Cut around the outside of the house, he assumed that it must have been some Type of animal, or was it. Harry decided to leave anent and walk to the next Village. As Harry stumbled down the mountain the wind was against him as he got to the Peak near the village he could see the flickering of the house lights and the Smoke being produced by the chimneys. As he rose he lifted his head to a grate Thump he cracked to the ground as the snow turned red the 6ft shadow moved Away towards the trees. Anent, left stuck, alone and unaware of what is going to happen to her, a widow After 2 days of married happiness. 7 hours pass, the slowest and longest 7 hours she had to endure. Not knowing What had happens to him had started to eat her very vitals not being able to last Any longer she grabs her coat and starts to get ready. For the cold harsh winter Weighing outside the door for her. As she opens it the cold wind of hope Mountain rapes around her body consuming all the heat left inside her. As she Stumbles down the mountain, just as her desisted husband before her. As she Travels searching for her loved one, that being the only thing keeping her going. The cold snow getting deeper by the second her foot prints disappearing like her Hopes. Finally her body gives in to the cold and it drops like a string puppet. As Her body gets covered with the harsh snow; she wakes up in her body cocoon Panicking not knowing which way to go she remembers a documentary she Watched some years ago, it was about survival of an army cadet he got trapped In the snow, she spat and it came back on to her face she started to dig above Her head and she came to a calm surface Still cold and felling very ill she starts her journey once again to find her true love. As she reaches the peak of hope mountain the houses were still flickering and The chimneys were still producing smoke, as she raised her hands in excitement A small amount of pinkie looking snow was melting in her fingers as she looked Next to were her hands lay a puddle of red snow was seeping through the whit Sheet as she panics she dug through the cold in a rampage There he was stiff as a board. Cold and peaceful with his eyes closed he looks As if he is sleeping, shock sets in, anent as cold as he is. Pulling more snow off He in estates she shakes him, shakes him and tries?s to wake him but there?s Know how ?he?s gone? she whispers to herself. She places her head on his chest lying next to him asking god why, how and Praying for him to come back or for her to go. The cold sets in but she forces She to stay awake nothing would let her leave him she couldn?t let him go. She hears the snow crackle behind her head she turns to should help hoping he Could save her dead husband, but she is greeted by the glimmer of a knife Shinning in front of her face, she graves the fist of the shadows fighting for her Life. Her chest is sliced but only grazed. She wrestles with the person for another Few minutes, it feels like a lifetime. Finally the killer manages to pin anent on the Floor, the 6ft knife equipped shadow through there arm above there head and as Anent closes her, eyes the killer whispers ?good night anent? as anent opens her Eyes with shock, the voice she knew who it was all along "any Margaret" she Chokes, at that very moment anent saw the reflection in the knife of the village. Straight into the heart as the killer get s up she kisses her grate niece on the Head and walks up into the trees The pair of newly weds were never heard of, they were placed on the missing Person list but there is no hope for the pair of them, the old wooden cabin went Old and dialect but sometimes the village people would say smoke is still being Produced by the chimney and every now and again the lights would flicker.

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