http://slow.writerscafe.org/EllenaLillian97 The original writings of author Ellena Restrick en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776092278 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 EpilogueGenevieve“Wait!” I hear my superior cry. I stop against my better judgement. I just want to get going. I'm not interested in being held back anymore, just want to focus on the task in hand.“You forgot this, you  dummes Mädchen.”“Oh, thanks,” I ta.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/EllenaLillian97/1537839/ Chapter 24ElektraI open my eyes. A pain rips through my abdomen and through my head. I move my head up as slowly as I can; my neck feels like has been damaged, probably whiplash. I don't remember what happened. We were driving along and then...then, I don't remember. The car must have skidded off th.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/EllenaLillian97/1537838/ Chapter 24JasonOh God. Oh God. Lucas screams after them but, they are gone. Oh Jesus. I never thought she would actually do it. I never though that she would take her own life and the lives of her children. How can that be justified? Yes, she may have earned freedom but what about Lucas? What about .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/EllenaLillian97/1537836/ Chapter23LucasIthought that this was it. We were so close and it was all fornothing. We should have left earlier, done things so differently. Ihave never been so pissed off with myself. This city belongs to thedead so this is it, game over for good.Ikick a rock by my fo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/EllenaLillian97/1537835/ Chapter21ElektraIget out of the car. We've driven for miles with nothing but barrenlandscapes for company. I flinch, the pain across my stomach hasflared up. God, no. No. “Lex,everything all good?” Danny asks, strolling over to me. It'sregistered. The pain has r.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/EllenaLillian97/1537130/ Chapter21DannyIopen the boot of the car. It's too small for everything we need so,there will have to be some kind of compromise. I chuck mine and Lex'sbags in the boot and retreat. Jason comes out, holding a box ofsupplies. I offer to take the box but he just gives me a look, lik.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/EllenaLillian97/1537129/ Chapter 20JasonSheis beside herself. Why did he have to follow us and why did he haveto target Elektra again? I swore to myself that I would find him andend him. At least he is dead now, dead in the way he deserves. Whydid he have to traumatise her in the process? I stroke her hair.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/EllenaLillian97/1537126/ Chapter18ElektraTheSun glosses across the clear, still water. The sound of birdsongbegins to fill the air; the sound of life takes over from the soundsof the dead. I open my eyes and take a deep breath. The peace isrefreshing. The past few months, passing from place to place, hav.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/EllenaLillian97/1537125/ Chapter18ElektraWeget to France and next thing, we are heading for Germany. Can't staystill for a second it would seem. But if it is the best decision forall of us then what right do I have to complain? I miss the safety ofignorance. I just want to find a place that will be diffe.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/EllenaLillian97/1537123/ Chapter17LucasThisis the only way. If we want to find safety, would it not make senseto head for a place you know is safe, from past experience at least?He is right. Jason is right. I need to find a safe place for my wifeand children. For my sister and the life inside of her. I o.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/EllenaLillian97/1537121/ Chapter16JasonWhereis she? She went off with him about half an hour ago. If he has laida hand on her, he is dead. I do not care: the s**t he has pulledsince we had the displeasure of meeting him. I do not trust him atall, whatsoever. God, why did she have to ask me if I would die.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/EllenaLillian97/1537120/ Chapter15ElektraShe'smoving.CanI really do this, without knowing if she's unconscious? The shockcould kill her if not. I wanted to be a doctor, not a butcher. Thenagain, what is the difference? These days surgery means death. Noanaesthetic, no antiseptic. There is also the .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/EllenaLillian97/1537119/ Chapter14HeleneIfeel my blood rushing through me like a fire. The pain, like beingripped apart from the inside. Is that what happened? Did they tearthe child out of me? Or did it tear its own way out? I try to open myeyes. I can't. I can't do it. It is like someone is holding m.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/EllenaLillian97/1537118/ Chapter13ElektraSamscreams. Iwas too late. I didn't get there in time. I lurch forward and impalethe Riser where it stands. I remove the piece of metal and headtowards Sam. I take her arm and examine the bloody mess. There arethe teeth marks, definitely, but also scratche.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/EllenaLillian97/1537115/ Chapter12ElektraThere'ssomething I instantly trust about her. She's like me in ways. She'sstill young yet has been aged. God, is that going to me in a fewyears? Looking after a child, being treated like bloody porcelain? Idon't think I could stand it. I'd rather take a bullet be.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/EllenaLillian97/1537114/ Chapter11HeleneIt'snot so bad here. There's a lot here so it might have been worth thejourney. I sit down and begin to fiddle with the sleeve of mycardigan. I can feel the baby kick; for the first time in weeks butfinally, I can feel it. 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