FIFTY FIVE

ELENA’s POV

“Clyde….”

He jumps down from the timber beams above and lands upright and directly in front of me, catching me completely off guard.  

“I missed you.”

I stare at him, frozen in place. My fear has cost me already. In an instant, he lashes out a foot and knocks the gun out of my hand. It flies through the air and as lightning flashes across the night sky, I catch a glimpse of the gun landing right at the edge of the first step of the staircase. From the corner of my eyes, I see it dangling like a little seesaw, tipping up and down, up and down. I estimate myself to be roughly six to eight feet away from it. Damnit, I need that gun!

It is then I finally snap out of my fear like trance and the wheels in my brain begin to turn.

“Where’s Freya?”

Clyde smiles but his eyes are dark, I cannot tell what he is thinking.

“Where do you think