English Scene Assignment
A scene I had to write for english class
"Wake up... Wake up, Mr. Hawke..." a voice gently whispered into Jace's ear.
Moments later, Jace was roused from sleep by a hard slap to the face. He slowly opened his eyes, groaning in pain. He strained his eyes to see, trying to adjust to the darkness surrounding him. As he tried to move, Jace realized he was bound in a chair. Jace could barely make out an old, rusty bloodstained sink to his left, which had fallen into a state of disrepair. Next to it was a large, steel cabinet, set flush up against the gray stone wall.
The umbrella woman Jace had noticed earlier sat across from him on an old stainless steel table, still wearing the same black tattered dress. Her long, raven black hair fell across her face covering her left eye, which was glowing in a faint emerald light. She licked her crimson lips as a grin crept across her pretty face.
"Glad to see you're finally awake, Mr. Hawke. You're thinking of the detective right now, are you not? I wonder how long it will take him to get that message you left earlier." she said coldly as she ran her hand down Jace's cheek, leaving a slight scratch with her nails.
"Who are you? How did you know about..." Jace began.
"It's very simple really." she interrupted.
She lifted her hand, pointing her palm towards a knife rack on the other end of the room. In the blink of an eye, one of the small knives flew across the room and into her hand.
"I'm Alice, and as you've already noticed, I'm telekinetic." she said.
"W- what do you want with me?" Jace stammered, afraid of what she was planning on using that knife for.
"I probably wouldn't have noticed you had you not brought attention to yourself today. Your overwhelming guilt drew me toward you, that and staring at me for a good five minutes".
Alice leaned forward, grabbing Jace's hand. She made a tiny cut into his hand, just deep enough to draw blood.
"Why are you doing this? What do you want from me?" Jace pleaded, expecting the worst.
"I simply exist to punish the wicked for their sins, those the legal system cannot, to punish men like yourself, Mr. Hawke." Alice said as she made another cut, this one deeper and between Jace's fingers.
"What are you talking about?" Jace said as he yelped in pain.
"That man in the alleyway, the one you murdered." she said grimly, continuing her slow, methodical torture, slowly moving up his arm, slice by slice.
The wounds continued to sting long after being made, as though they were being made over and over again, never ceasing, like paper cuts. The nagging pains only added to the mad panic Jace had gone into, fearing for his life.
"It was an accident! He tried to mug me and I simply defended myself. I didn't mean for him to fall onto that pole! I've devoted my career to making up for that mistake!" Jace exclaimed, his voice getting louder and louder as he was in more and more pain.
"Man cannot atone for his own sins, Mr. Hawke. That is why people like myself exist." Alice replied, now reaching for a larger knife.
An eerie melody began to echo throughout the small room. Alice reached into her pocket and pulled out a small, black cell phone.
"I'll be right back. I trust you won't be going anywhere while I'm gone, not with the way I tied those knots anyway." she said mockingly as she left the room.
Jace frantically tried to loosen the ropes, but to no avail. It was then he noticed his cell phone was half hanging out of his pocket. He tried to maneuver his pant pocket towards his hand, wiggling and writhing about. After a few seconds, he finally grabbed hold of his phone. He quickly flipped it open and took a picture of the cellar. He sent it to Detective just as Alice walked back into the room. No sooner did the large metal door swing open, the phone lifted out of Jace's hand and went and was smashed by sheer telekinetic force right in front of his eyes.
"I wasn't planning on killing you before, just making you suffer a bit, but now you leave me no choice. I believe it is time you join the rest of my collection." Alice said, a crazed look in her eye as she walked into the room.
She walked over to the steel cabinet, grabbing a pair of hedging shears as she passed the knife rack. She undid the small latch on the door to the cabinet, and slid the door to the side. To Jace's horror, the shelves were lined with over fifty glass jars housing the hearts of Alice's past victims.