salvia dripped uncontrollably from their jaws. Their bulging black eyes filled with delight as they eagerly anticipated their long over due feast. Then another bout of howls erupted around the theatre as the wolf-lizards grew in excitement.
“ Silentium!” a voice ordered, immediately causing the wolf-lizards to stand upright. Matthew recognised that all too familiar voice. It had tortured him, caused him pain; it had been a constant voice inside his head and now it was more real than ever. The blood underneath Matthew’s skin bubbled up with anger. The wolf-lizards looked at each other. Matthew knew exactly who that deep, smooth raw voice belonged to.
A deafening silence fell, without instruction the wolf-lizard’s parted. A tall slim shadow stretched over the theatre floor. Matthew looked up, firstly seeing black boots coated with mud, then a long black coat swaying from side to side. Matthew looked further up the figure, his heart racing, his throat closing, sensing those black steely eyes fixed firmly upon him. Matthew rose to his feet, ready to face the man of his nightmares.
Not being disappointed, there he stood. His face was narrow and gaunt, his long black sleek hair cascading freely down over his broad shoulders.
“Darkmoor,” Matthew whispered.
Stepping through the mesmerised monsters, Darkmoor spoke arrogantly, “So Matthew, we do meet again.”
“Yeah, I guess so,” Matthew spoke.
“And Catherine, my beautiful Catherine, the one I watched grow up,” Darkmoor spoke more calmly and smoothly now, and he reached out his hand to stroke Catherine’s face. Matthew quickly smacked it away.
“Don’t touch her!” he said assertively.
Tilting his head, Darkmoor narrowed his gaze upon Matthew, “Did you really think you could defeat me? Do you know how long I have been waiting for you?”
“Who are you? What do you want with us?” Matthew demanded.
“Well,” Darkmoor began whilst lifting his hands up into the air, “I am Darkmoor, master of the dark, master of all tricks and master of my land.” His words sent a shiver down Matthew’s spine.
“Where is Sam, what have you done with her?” Catherine asked.
“My darling Catherine, are you really that stupid? Have you not worked it out?” Then looking back at Catherine and Matthew, Darkmoor continued, “I am Sam, did you really think she was capable of talking to my beautiful angels in the river, or stopping my monsters from killing you both in the woods?”
“No! It was all you!” Catherine cried in disbelief.
“Yes my dear, it was all me. I am the crow, I am the old man and yes I am Sam. It’s all very clever don’t you think?”
“When you were the old man, you said you knew my mother. How do you know her?” Matthew puzzled.
“Your mother,” Darkmoor voice filled with anger at the mention of her name, “your mother boy is the one who put me here, wel,l she the one that made me get so angry that I created this place. I loved her, but she, she tricked me into believing she loved me, do you see!?” Darkmoor stated expecting Matthew to understand.
“No, my mother was a good person she would never have done this!” Matthew shouted as he could feel his temper bubbling up inside.
“Your mother, ha, you didn’t even know her. She played us both, but I loved her not him, not Jack-”
“Wait my dad, you mean my dad?” Matthew asked.
Darkmoor aimed his fiery stare towards Matthew.
“You boy, you will never understand!” His voice was raw, steely and cold. Angry flashed in his eyes and lifting his hands up into the air, Darkmoor clapped them twice.
Automatically the wolf-lizards began to circle Matthew and Catherine once more.
“Kill the girl, but the boy...the boy is mine!” Darkmoor ordered, his eyes furiously burning through Matthew.
The wolf-lizards grunted, rejoicing at the command.
“No!” Catherine screamed.
Chapter Fourtee n
It’s only just begun
“No Catherine!!” Matthew shouted, however his words
“ Silentium!” a voice ordered, immediately causing the wolf-lizards to stand upright. Matthew recognised that all too familiar voice. It had tortured him, caused him pain; it had been a constant voice inside his head and now it was more real than ever. The blood underneath Matthew’s skin bubbled up with anger. The wolf-lizards looked at each other. Matthew knew exactly who that deep, smooth raw voice belonged to.
A deafening silence fell, without instruction the wolf-lizard’s parted. A tall slim shadow stretched over the theatre floor. Matthew looked up, firstly seeing black boots coated with mud, then a long black coat swaying from side to side. Matthew looked further up the figure, his heart racing, his throat closing, sensing those black steely eyes fixed firmly upon him. Matthew rose to his feet, ready to face the man of his nightmares.
Not being disappointed, there he stood. His face was narrow and gaunt, his long black sleek hair cascading freely down over his broad shoulders.
“Darkmoor,” Matthew whispered.
Stepping through the mesmerised monsters, Darkmoor spoke arrogantly, “So Matthew, we do meet again.”
“Yeah, I guess so,” Matthew spoke.
“And Catherine, my beautiful Catherine, the one I watched grow up,” Darkmoor spoke more calmly and smoothly now, and he reached out his hand to stroke Catherine’s face. Matthew quickly smacked it away.
“Don’t touch her!” he said assertively.
Tilting his head, Darkmoor narrowed his gaze upon Matthew, “Did you really think you could defeat me? Do you know how long I have been waiting for you?”
“Who are you? What do you want with us?” Matthew demanded.
“Well,” Darkmoor began whilst lifting his hands up into the air, “I am Darkmoor, master of the dark, master of all tricks and master of my land.” His words sent a shiver down Matthew’s spine.
“Where is Sam, what have you done with her?” Catherine asked.
“My darling Catherine, are you really that stupid? Have you not worked it out?” Then looking back at Catherine and Matthew, Darkmoor continued, “I am Sam, did you really think she was capable of talking to my beautiful angels in the river, or stopping my monsters from killing you both in the woods?”
“No! It was all you!” Catherine cried in disbelief.
“Yes my dear, it was all me. I am the crow, I am the old man and yes I am Sam. It’s all very clever don’t you think?”
“When you were the old man, you said you knew my mother. How do you know her?” Matthew puzzled.
“Your mother,” Darkmoor voice filled with anger at the mention of her name, “your mother boy is the one who put me here, wel,l she the one that made me get so angry that I created this place. I loved her, but she, she tricked me into believing she loved me, do you see!?” Darkmoor stated expecting Matthew to understand.
“No, my mother was a good person she would never have done this!” Matthew shouted as he could feel his temper bubbling up inside.
“Your mother, ha, you didn’t even know her. She played us both, but I loved her not him, not Jack-”
“Wait my dad, you mean my dad?” Matthew asked.
Darkmoor aimed his fiery stare towards Matthew.
“You boy, you will never understand!” His voice was raw, steely and cold. Angry flashed in his eyes and lifting his hands up into the air, Darkmoor clapped them twice.
Automatically the wolf-lizards began to circle Matthew and Catherine once more.
“Kill the girl, but the boy...the boy is mine!” Darkmoor ordered, his eyes furiously burning through Matthew.
The wolf-lizards grunted, rejoicing at the command.
“No!” Catherine screamed.
Chapter Fourtee n
It’s only just begun
“No Catherine!!” Matthew shouted, however his words
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