Beauty and Brawn : Emmett POV

Emmett’s Story

Emmett’s POV Chapter 1

I was completely engulfed in this activity. Hiking the mountain didn’t seem easy at first but it got easier. The steepness of the mountain was almost unbearable. After every inch it got harder. My two brothers climbed below me. The rope held well.

My older brother, Don, was the first below me. “Emmett! We’re getting pretty high up! Maybe we should turn back!” The wind whistled in my ears after his words, I knew what he said but I could see a small ledge just a bit above us, “What?! Can’t hear you! Wind’s too loud!” I could feel Don scowling at my back. My little brother Arthur hung pathetically below both of us, “Emmett, come on!” I was eighteen, Don was twenty, and Arthur was fifth teen. We had done a lot of mountain climbing before but never like this, never with grappling hooks and ropes.

“We’re going back down Emmett!” I heard Don yell over the wind, “C’mon Don! Get real! There’s a ledge right up here!” A bit of snow rustled around us. He unhooked him and Arthur from our shared rope and they started to work their way down.

I wasn’t. I was going to get to the ledge, I could rest there. The wind was loud in my ears now… I worked my way up to the ledge. It was pretty big. The perimeter of it was covered in bushes and rocks that were snow-covered. Each little detail made it all the more welcoming. Who said the Appalachian Mountains weren’t nice? There was a small cave at the far end of the ledge.

I pulled up the ropes below me and threw them to the side. I untied the rope tied to me. My light jacket wasn’t serving me well enough. I walked forward into the small cave; it was so hard to see with all of the blustering snow and loud wind.

Once inside I could see more clearly. I sat on the wall of the cave. The air was light and it was slightly hard to breathe. I managed. I heard something rustle in the bushes outside. I squinted to see. I couldn’t see a thing. The sound was still there and the padding of feet. I wondered who else might be here.

I stood and walked silently toward the edge of the cave. There in my fear I screamed as loud as I could. I backed into the cave more but hit the back wall. My whole body shook. My heart was beating fast. What could I do?

I looked up and glared into the eyes of the killer.