Section of a story

He trembled at the scene. A young girl, gripped securely in her mother’s hold as they ran, was swept of her feet and dragged hastily in the opposite direction by two grunting daemons – distorted in chaos; the woman had no chance of retrieving her daughter.

The girl had reminded him vaguely of Lilly. Lilly! What would she do? His mind grew hot now with frantic concern for his sister. Without his sister what is his life worth? He had no choice, deserting her was not an option. Though out there – there was a strong chance he would be killed. He began to shake. Wanting nothing more dearly than to blank out the screams and torment from outside. These creatures were that of twisted and distorted darkness – what possibility did he have of finding Lilly now?

Lilly and Steven were walking back when they heard screams in the distance. Stopping momentarily, Steven listened cautiously to the peace of the trees. There was no sign of life anywhere nearby, no songs whistled by the birds, no scampering of rabbit feet on placid grass – just silence. And it was that which concerned Steven so greatly; the presence of death. In the darkness, nothing moved, their breathing all that filled the space left from the disappearance of life.  The forest was still.
“Lilly,” her father whispered.
“Yes Daddy,” she answered, watching her butterfly as it flittered about the flower beds.
“Lilly!” He said again, “listen to me.” She stopped her game, and with distaste looked up at him expectantly.
“Yes Daddy” she repeated. He went to talk, but paused once more as if he heard a sound, raising his head he breathed heavily. Glancing about the trees, he bent down towards his daughter.
“Honey listen to me,” he said waiting for her full attention. “Honey you must do as I say – alright? Regardless of what it is you must do it. Do you understand?” Her expression became suddenly nervous; looking up at her father with terrified concern, she nodded. “Good, now this is what you must do... ”