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 Posted: Sun Nov 22, 2009 7:32 pm
The small creature's eyes widened as the crowbar came crashing down on top of it. The creature's small body made an odd whoooosh sound as the metal sunk into it, directly down its middle. It ended with a loud clang as the metal touched the concrete of the ground.
Wait... the crowbar had hit the ground?
Both students stared at where Khaldun had struck the creature. What was once a creepy little dog-thing now lay two halves of a creepy little dog thing. What in the hell could it have been, to be able to tear apart so easily?
Just as Khal was undoubtedly feeling smug over his conquest, both halves of the fluffy creature began to wiggle on the ground. There was no blood or intestines staining the carpet, just balls of fluff that slowly began to shake.
Soon enough, little feet began to extend from the halves, and tails and sides grew back onto the creature... or rather, creatures, as now two of the Fluffy Monsters were picking themselves up from the ground, identical grins now staring up at Khaldun as beady red eyes narrowed.
His brave (or foolish?) attempt to rid the room of the monster had only made things worse, and both creatures were obviously irritated with having been smacked.
Growling, one of the two took a leap, landing directly on the boy's bare chest, claws digging into his flesh. The other was circling around his feet, prepared and sending him to the ground as he stumbled backwards from the initial attack. Once grounded, the Fluffy at his feet wiggled its tail and opened its mouth. It grew wider...wider... wider.
Audrey could only look on in sick horror as the small monster's mouth tripled in size, exposing long, needle-like fangs that loomed over Khaldun. They didn't loom for long, as the monster clamped its mouth down around the boy's foot and began dragging him backwards with it. The second creature was busy mauling at the teenager's dreadlocks, finding vast amusement with the coarse brown snake-like hair. Khaldun, who had been busy batting away at the Fluffy at his hair, let out a terrified yell as the sharp pain of the teeth closed in around his foot, and he attempted to keep himself grounded as the other creature pulled.
It was no use, though, as the Fluffy beast continued with its dragging, its strength inhumane, monstrous for such a small form. The second Fluffy continued to happily attack at his dreadlocks, following the both of them into the darkness, where Audrey heard one final Fuuuuuuuuuuuuck.... and then nothing.
And a little voice, off in the distance, giggled.
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Posted: Sun Nov 22, 2009 7:42 pm
Audrey couldn't help but feel her heart swell just a bit as Khal took the initiative and threw himself into danger. Her mind knew that he just wanted to get the hell out of here and save himself, and she was probably just an afterthought. But her little romantic teenager heart rearranged the facts so that it was a noble, loving gesture. Man, she really was messed up these days!
However, when the somewhat familiar beady-eyed creature suddenly multiplied, all romantic thoughts and soft feelings vanished to be replaced by horror and confusion. It was like those twisted, moronic brooms from Fantasia. You cut it down, there were just more! And then..."Khal look out!" all Audrey could do was panic, and watch as they slowly dragged him in. Quickly, she considered phasing to Linarite, but then reconsidered. All she had as a lieutenant was a hammer, which was going to be absolutely, ridiculously useless in this situation.
How typical.
Crying out for her soon to be lost, sorta kinda almost maybe boyfriend, Audrey tried to think. She was good at thinking! Calling out to the shadows, she prayed and glanced around desperately. "Don't worry, I'll help, hang on!" Groping around, she found what she was looking for, are fresh, oozing pile of meat. If they were hungry, they'd love this! "FLUFFY! Fluffies, are you hungry? I have a treat for you over heeere! Come here fluffies!" Edging closer and closer, the teen waved the meat in their direction.
"You don't want to eat him, I can promise the hair won't taste too good! But this is bloody! And tasty! C'mere Fluffies!" After all, what predator didn't like fresh meat?
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Posted: Mon Nov 23, 2009 10:30 am
The whispers and giggles of the girls were nearly lost to the screech of a bat overhead. Sam yelped, promptly backing up against the wall beside the door and sliding down. He barely even realizing that he wasn't alone at first.
In all honesty? He wasn't that scared of bats. Even the blood sucking ones that flew around weren't big enough to hurt him, as he'd learned back in primary school, and they were pretty darn cute when you really looked at them. Kind of like mice with wings, maybe even cuter than mice. But those bats didn't come stocked with these kinds of teeth. "Not bats, " he whispered, mostly to himself, shaking his head. He didn't know what they were, but no way were those bats.
Even when the other boy called to him, he barely chanced a glance in his direction, unwilling to take his eyes off - whatever those were for long. It didn't stop him from edging closer. In the back of his head, he was fleetingly delighted that he hadn't been the one to end up alone. If he was dreaming (please, please tell him he was dreaming), at least his subconscious wasn't being that cruel to him yet.
That was when he finally gave the girl his full attention. It wasn't that he hadn't heard the sobbing, but he'd been so consumed by the bats with their teeth and their screaming that a lone figure amongst them had nearly slipped beneath his radar. Instantly, his heart wrenched in sympathy. How long had she been there? She looked terrified, the poor thing, and he was relieved to see the other boy calling out to her. In his book, it made perfect sense that she hadn't looked up - considering how long it'd taken him to see her. She didn't look familiar. But that wasn't really saying anything when he couldn't see her face. They'd have to hurry. The creatures hadn't bitten her yet, but... any moment it could change. It was kind of freakishly lucky they hadn't already.
And behind her -- a way for them all to escape, if they made it that far. Okay. That was something. There was a way out. He shuffled awkwardly a little closer to the other boy still, taking in the items that lay out before them. In all their glory, they had at their disposal a tennis racket, some chemicals, and... a broken mirror. Joy. "We gotta get them away from her, " he whispered hastily to his 'roommate', grasping his shoulder lightly as though half afraid he'd slip away. In a place like this, who knew what would happen.
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Posted: Mon Nov 23, 2009 8:28 pm
( @~ Audrey)
From the silent darkness, the two Fluffies came trotting back out, red beady eyes still glowing in the shadows. They made their way eagerly up to the bluenette, eyes wide and curious at the delicious treat she offered.
One Fluffy took a giant leap and snagged the meat from her hand. The other creature was obviously irritated by this, and immediately went after the other Fluffy with bared teeth. The duo shrieked at each other, both dog-like monsters now gnashing their teeth and biting at each other over the bleeding meat that had fallen to the side. Parts of fluff went flying everywhere as sharp fangs tore at one another's fluffy skin. Soon enough, dozens of fluff pieces littered the floor.
.... and then they too began to shake, just as the original Fluffy monster had done after Khal's attack.
Audrey could only watch on in growing terror as over a dozen Fluffies spawned from the shreds that had littered the ground, each growing to have their own set of needle-like fangs and glowing eyes.
She took a step backwards without thinking, and her foot made contact with the metal bucket, drawing attention of the small horde of monsters with the DONG it created.
Twenty eight eyes were on her now, and all fourteen of them soon began to swarm at her feet. Wet sticky tongues began to lick up her legs, as if they were warped little dogs begging for attention. It didn't take long for her to lose her balance, and she came crashing down onto the majority of the Fluffies. Letting out disgruntled shrieks at being squashed, it only took seconds for her too to be taken over by the monsters, and fourteen pairs of teeth gnashed at her arms and legs, the girl soon finding herself being dragged into the darkness in the same path Khal had taken.
It was difficult to scream, it was difficult to do anything by this point but quiver in fear as the tiny fluffy monsters continued to crawl and swarm all over her. As her body continued to be dragged, her bare shoulder came in contact with something coarse, something that latched on and drug itself along with her. Looking over, all she could do was gasp at what she saw, a single tear falling down her cheek.
It was a dreadlock.
In a matter of seconds, Audrey Collins disappeared into the darkness, swallowed by the shadows and fluffy adorable monsters.
Perhaps they should have listened to the riddle and done, well, nothing, after all.
________________________________________ RESULTS FOR BLACK DOOR: (as both players have now responded)
Khaldun
Khaldun Cilentani woke up the next morning with a fierce pain in his leg... and in his head. Eyes groggily opened themselves and he stared out into the middle of the Barren Pines campus. Only it was upside down.
Wait.
Middle of campus?
Upside down?
A faint breeze brushed against him, and all he could do was look up in horror at the rope tangled and knotted around his legs. How in the...?
Khaldun would spend the rest of the morning dangling from the flagpole in the middle of campus, the center of ridicule for all those that passed by. It would take another two hours before a kind math teacher would notice the boy frantically waving her down, and help him successfully remove himself from his dangling trap. It would take an additional three hours to remove the goatee and sunglasses that had been sharpee'd onto his face.
School officials ruled it as a cruel prank performed by fellow students, and Mr. Cilentani was taken in for drug testing due to his outlandish excuse.
Audrey
Audrey Collins, on the other hand, did not wake up upside down in the middle of Barren Pines. Instead, she woke up to the disgusting smell of urine and soap.
Eyelashes fluttered open as her dazed vision focused itself in her new environment. It did not take long for her to recognize the fact she was in a bathroom, but it took her a minute before she realized that she was upright... and yet not standing.
She tried to move her legs, but they didn't budge. Same with her hands. Confused, she turned to look.... oh god, was she duct taped to the ******** bathroom wall? In between... urinals?
Tossing back and forth, she noticed something pink in the corner of her eye and she turned to look at the adjacent mirror above the nearby sinks. Her hair, once beautiful blue, was now a bright obnoxious hot pink. Her face was painted like a whore's, and above her head was a sharpee'd sign.
Oh.
My.
God.
It would only take an hour before Miss Collins was released from her duct tape dilemma, but it would take days before she was able to successfully dye her hair back to its normal color. Someone would die for this, she knew, but as no culprits were willing to come up and confess to what the school officials deemed yet another cruel student prank, no one was punished for such an offense, and Miss Collins was reminded that wearing makeup like a $2 whore was against the school's dress code. She would receive a week's worth of detention for failure to maintain appropriate dress code.
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Posted: Tue Nov 24, 2009 7:46 pm
When the thumps of the other students attempting to join her in the room ceased, she turned around slowly, hearing odd noises behind her. As the thing...creature, bellowed at her, she flattened her back against the door behind her. She eyed the door knob, wondering if maybe the the voice could be lying about the neurotoxin that had flooded the previous room. She briefly thought that she may stand a better chance against a neurotoxin than against this hidious beast. The black haired girl wondered if it was hungry...she saw the three items at her feet. She could try feeding it, but what was to stop it from eating the hunk of meat as an appetizer and saving her for the main course?
The next item was an axe. Oh, fat lotta good that was gonna do her. Macie wasn't even sure if she could wield it against the beast, and it didn't even look like she could piece it's skin with the dull bade, so forget that. The third item presented was a single key, and across the room she could just make out the keyhole. It seemed as though the voice intended for her to die, what kind of options were these? The key seemed useless. What was she supposed to do, turn the monster loose? If she did, it could cross towards the room, and maybe look for where she had been. Maybe it'd be dumb enough to open the door and breath in the supposed neurotoxin. Hm, that axe was looking more and more appealing.
"Well...you certainly are all kinds of powerful ugly," she said softly, not wanting to disturb it again.
She took a deep breath, and bit her tongue, trying to shock herself into waking up. This just HAD to be a dream! Macie picked up the object she had finally settled on, took a deep breath and flung herself towards where the chains met the wall. As she reached the other side of the room, she shoved the key into the keyhole and turned it, to click the lock open.
This had to be THE dumbest choice she had ever made.
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Posted: Thu Nov 26, 2009 1:12 am
(For Remi and Sam)
When Remi called out to her, the woman seemed to flinch, a low and broken sound beginning to well in her throat even as her trembles, if possible, grew even more violent. She seemed almost insane with terror, animalistic wails building in her throat until she was all but shrieking her sobs. Rocking violently, her hands came up to cover her face, and the not-bats seemed to grow agitated by the sounds. They swooped closer and closer to both her and the boys, gnashing ridiculously oversized teeth as though desperate to sink them into something soft and squishy.
No matter how much she was called to, she wouldn't move. Whether she couldn't, or she was just too gripped with terror was debatable, but in the end, the result was basically the same. The boys needed to do something, and fast, before her sounds convinced the flying creatures to attack them all.
______________________________ RESULTS FOR WHITE DOOR:The taut chains would grow slack around the monster's neck and limbs as Macie bravely stepped forward and insert the key into the lock. For a painful moment, the creature only sat there, lifting an arm to stare at the chain dangling from it as though quite bewildered. Clearly it didn't know what to do with the sudden freedom.
Two sets of glowing eyes swung to fix themselves on the girl for a moment, considering, and it even offered a doggish tilt of its strange head as though to show how hard it was contemplating. Then, slowly, the big beast got to its feet again. It was still watching her carefully, taking one slow, lumbering step after the other as it began to approach.
It grew closer and closer until it was eventually looming over the girl, staring at her without so much as a sound. She was practically pressed up against the wall now, able to smell its strange, mildew-like odor and feel the muggy heat radiating from its body. Those strange jaws lowered to sniff roughly at her hair, taking great, gusting breaths before, with a snort, it seemed satisfied. In a savage, ruthless motion, Macie was snatched off her feet and stuffed into the abysmal chasm that was the monster's maw. She would be held there for a moment, left to scream and thrash and choke in the foul stench of raw meat, her legs and hips still dangling out of its mouth. She could kick all she wanted--at least, until the thing bit down with a wet and decisive crunch.
Her lower half toppled messily to the floor.
Once the jerky spasms of her death throes had came to a graceless, horrifying halt, the beast plopped itself back down on the ground with low, content sounds. It didn't seem to mind the puddle of still hot blood its stubby legs were resting in, ripping and tearing at its treat with great gusto.
Yes, Macie's kindness had gone a long way indeed... but it turned out there apparently was such a thing as going too far.
((ADMIN NOTE: Macie Juniper has died. Please post a death reaction.))
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Posted: Thu Nov 26, 2009 3:42 pm
The girl must have been in here too long to be sane. She was hysterical, and all her sobbing and shuttering was making that bats go loco. Her cries rattled him. Remi came from a big family, and all he could imagine was having one of his sisters here. This girl was probably a student, someone’s daughter, and maybe someone’s sister. He looked at Sam to see if he was going to do something. “She’s not going to make it like this.” If the girl really went crazy, her actions could send all the bats on her. Sure, it would distract the bats, but it would mean the poor girl who was probably kidnapped too would die. Even if he lived, could he be sane after seeing that?!
Human nature is selfish at it’s roots. Was this what they meant by the riddle? To let a girl die to be able to skip over to a window? Well screw that! Even if they said it was a riddle that they were suppose to remember, he wasn’t about to listen to some writing on a door when there was a girl getting chewed on by bats. He made his own decisions and he wasn’t about to listen to someone who stole him from his bed to be placed in a death game for their amusement.
Reaching over, he grabbed the tennis racket and the vial, before handing the mirror to the kid. Creativity was something Remi had, but he wasn’t sure this was the thing that would save them or not. “I’m making a break for it. We don’t have long before the bats come after us or eat that girl. I’m going to beat them off with this racket,” Did he hear himself? He was going to beat bats off with a tennis racket! This was SO STUPID! “I’m thinking you can deflect some light with the mirror. I say we run, grab the girl on our way over to the mirror, and jump out of the window. I’m not waiting. I wouldn’t wait either or else they’ll come after you, and I’m going to need your help with the girl. She looks crazy.”
He spoke fast to keep the energy in his body going. If he hesitated, he’d glue himself to the door and them the bats would really get in him. Right now, all he wanted to do was run the hell out of this small room and jump out that window, possibly with doing as little high-pitched screaming as he could. That was all there was, and there was no time to start making blueprints for a better plan. Even if he got bitten, there were rabies shots somewhere past that beautiful window.
Feeling ridiculous with his racket, he held the chemicals in one hand and held the racket with another. Being in his boxers and t-shirt made him more aware of how much bare skin was exposed for chewing. It was do or die, and this time it was real.
He knew yelling a battle cry would send the bats at him and instead ran ahead quietly, hoping beyond hope he had backup. As he ran over, he hit with the racket as best he could at anything that came at him. For someone who didn’t play sports or even played tennis, he hoped he was at least knocking a few down dead. As he did, he reached out for the girl’s arm, tugging on her towards the window to get her off the ground. “Come on.” He hissed, knowing that shouting angered he bats more. Come on. Come on. COME ON! He urged with his mind, pushing her, dragging her as he leaned to the window. The room wasn’t enormous, and the window wasn’t far off.
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Posted: Sun Nov 29, 2009 8:17 am
Sam felt chills travel down his spine at the sounds of sheer terror the girl was making, from both the sounds themselves and knowing how the bats would react. And react they did, giving him a great close-up reminder of just how big those teeth were. Yuuuup. Pretty impressive if you asked him.
He moved close behind after the other boy. Even if the voice before had gone on about the odds being stacked against them, now that he had him, who was to say there wasn't some strength in numbers? There was a plan laid out before long, albeit a crude one. The pink haired boy listened carefully as his companion explained his game plan for escape and rescue. He got a tennis racket and the vial of chemicals. Okay, awesome. Sam's master weapon for escape?
A mirror. No, wait, not just a mirror. It was a broken mirror. The other guy said something about deflecting light, whatever that would mean. Sam blinked, staring blankly at it for a second before he whipped off his shirt. Maybe it meant more skin would be exposed for the bats to gnaw on. But at least this way he had something else he could use for his defense. Maybe playing matador with the bats wouldn't work so well, but hey. It was a step above a broken mirror, right?
Even if he thought like that, it didn't stop him from clutching the mirror tight in his hand as he charged after the other boy, sticking as close as he could. Because sticking with the guy who had the decent weapons to begin with was probably the best step up he'd get, and at least then he could watch the other guy's back while they went to save the poor girl. Leaving her was never an option in his book. He couldn't have lived with himself knowing he damned some poor girl to die in his place and he knew it. However things appeared, humanity wasn't selfish at its roots. Not all of it anyway.
For all that was happening, it was happening so bloody fast. Before Sam knew it the boy had a hold on the girl and they were charging for the window as fast as they could with her combined weight. In the back of his head, he wondered if maybe he shouldn't have grabbed the girl instead and left the other guy's hands free to smack the bats away from them. His eyes were frantic as they flashed to the window, so damn close, just a short run would probably have them to safety. Whether this was a literal nightmare or not, it'd be over in a heartbeat once they were there. He shifted the mirror to his other hand and made to grab a hold of the girl's arm, ready to help drag her by force if they really had to. She'd be safe, they could get her whatever help she'd need once they were safe. If they could just get a little further.. !
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Posted: Sun Dec 06, 2009 11:05 pm
RESULTS FOR GREY DOOR:
As soon as Remi charged forward, the bats shrieked and swooped about in a frenzy, gnashing their teeth and smacking at his head with their strange wings. Still, they did little to harm him, and it was only when he reached out to grab the woman's arm that a blood-curdling scream split through the ruckus.
But it wasn't the bat-monsters making the noise. It was her.
Remi and Sam would both get a good look at her face now, her torn and chewed lips oozing blood that dribbled down her too-pale chin. Her eyes were horrible, sunken, and rolling madly before they fixed on Remi's face, and the woman screamed again even as she pulled her hands up. Fingers that were too long, too sharp would reach out and slash at his throat, fatally tearing his trachea and esophagus free so his body could crumple to the floor and slowly bleed out.
Still uttering those guttural, growling screams, her bloodied fingers were held up high now even as she spun on Sam, ignoring the dying Remi even as she lunged for her next foe. He would stumble back, the broken mirror briefly reflecting the monster's reflection.
Her next scream was so loud that Sam's ears would probably pop, and she was suddenly charging at him, one hand covering her face even as the other frantically batted at him. The force behind her desperate actions was enough to shove the boy through the window, effectively forcing him to escape and abandon Remi behind.
Piercing wails would keep Sam company, as well as the grisly sounds of those long nails ripping into Remi's body again and again and again.
((ADMIN NOTE: Remmington Montgomery has died. Please post a death reaction. Samuel Smith has escaped.))
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Posted: Mon Dec 07, 2009 9:04 am
There had been the uneasy suspicion that the girl was mad, but nothing so much as a few hours in the room could have brought on, and what a good breath of fresh air would easily fix. He wasn’t a psychologist. He wasn’t a expert on trauma, or knew how long she must have been in there to become wild. He was just Remi. Teen. Writer. Hoping that the best scenario involving a bad situation he never asked for would work out for the best, and everyone could recover over milk and cookies.
When he gave a hard yank to her arm, desperate to leave the room and none too happy to be in a room full of agitated bats, he felt himself tug back. She was dead weight, and he tore his eyes from the living ceiling of black down to the wide moon of her face. Her milky eyes were set deep into their sockets, shooting around in all directions. The hamburger-chewed lip gave a fresh coat of blood on her chin, already caked with brown. Even as he recoiled in disgust, he thought that in the light of the nearby window, she wouldn’t have looked half bad if she was spruced up a bit, her face washed and her hair nicely combed instead of tumbling about her pale face.
Her vicious little mouth opened and she screamed, and he shot his hands to his ears, cupping them and trying to keep her quite. His eyes were on the bats, and he had half a mind to hit her with the tennis racket to keep her quite. “SHUT THE ******** UP!” He cried at her, not helping with the noise pollution but too strained and nervous to care otherwise. This girl was off her rocker, and it was just their luck that they had to drag her sorry a** out of here. Whatever the case, he expected to go through this rescue mission as quickly as he could.
But there was only a second to look before things changed, and it didn’t go in slow motion like in the movies. It happened in a blink, and when he saw her long fingernails, he wondered just how long she had been in here with the bats. She could use a manicure. He thought, and then felt a sharp sting. His throat flashed hot and he grabbed his throat as he stepped back. Warm and hot rolled into his hands, filling his palms, and he felt pain. Not the pain he felt when he stubbed his toe against his desk or had a tummy ache, the pain he complained about was the worst, but REAL, REAL pain. Blood gushed out and he looked down to see it flood out, filling his hands, soaking his shirt, and falling onto the ground like little specks of paint. The sight of it made him wonder where it came from. There was too much, and while he couldn’t see his neck, it just seemed to flow down from nowhere. It couldn’t be his, but he felt waves slipping through his fingers. How could he have so much inside? He went to say ‘What the..” but he only heard gurgling as blood filled his throat and he felt himself choke. He needed air, and he gapped like a fish, choking and sputtering blood out of his mouth and the open smile at his neck.
His face flushed ice and fire, and the room went on a tilt as if he suddenly was on a ship, staggering too and fro before collapsing to his knees. He wanted to cry out. To call out for help, to tell anyone to come over and get the blood to stop. He kept touching his throat, but shook when he felt his fingers touch his insides. Panicking eyes looked down as the fabric of his night shirt stuck to his body, his chest quickly going in and out, straining for air with a little heart that drummed inside going ‘let me out’.
His body hit the floor, as he laid flat on his face, mouth gasping as red gurgled up and onto his tongue. Metal, like old pennies.
That boy will save me. The other kid, the one watching my back, had to be around. He waited for assistance, rolling over as his body jerked, kicking itself alive as he bleed out like a pig. Now all I need is an apple. He tried to chuckle but he was feeling colder now, and tears rolled down off his face and into the puddle around him. I’m going to die.
He didn’t have time to sob, energy fading and little fuzzballs of light floating around his misting vision. The ground rumbled, but he saw nothing. Just the wall, and a few bats who landed on the ground, their little faces nearing the glistening pool and lapping up his blood with their pink little tongues before being scared away. Remi was motionless, his body growing cold as he continued to lay there, his cheek flat against the cool floor as he felt his body soak up the blood like a sponge that couldn’t take any more.
A hand was at his shoulder, and he tried to breath out. I’m saved. He expected to see pink hair, a smile that said he would be alright, that the ambulance were coming, and he’d have to have a long recovery at the hospital where he could be attended to by nurses in short-skirts. He wanted his parents now more than ever, and could practically envision himself laying in crisp sheets watching fuzzy cable.
Fuzzy.
He could barely make out the face, but felt blood dripping on his cheek to wake him as he was rolled over onto his back. A little gurgle came from his open throat, a little ‘yo’ from Remi as he peeled his eyes open. His body screamed. It was the girl, her mouth open and blood dripping from her chin onto his nose and lips. Greedy little fingers danced about her chewed lips as those sunken eyes looked over his exposed flesh, appraising the tender bits. Sweets for the sweet, my dear.
Outside of the room, the bats flew out, going off to find their own meals, but a few waited. There was fresh meat to be had and there wasn’t any noise to agitate them now aside from a loud gurgling – a scream that didn’t quite make it.
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Posted: Mon Dec 07, 2009 5:21 pm
In the moment he finally got a good look at the girl's face, the screams - her screams still ringing in his ears, time seemed to stop. Just long enough for him to take in every last horrifying detail of her face. Ravaged lips glistening cherry-red with blood, enough to make him wonder if it was all her own; sunken eyes that seemed more befitting a wild beast trapped in a corner than anything remotely human. It was one of those moments where every detail seemed a thousand times more vivid, capturing more in that single instant than his camera could ever hope to compare. A snapshot for his eyes alone, plastered beneath the lids of his eyes to haunt him in the dark.
If time seemed to stop then, it came back too fast, as if to make up for lost time. He saw the girl lunge, and at first, didn't even realize what was happening. "H-hey!" he cried out, and then his voice died in his throat as he saw the other boy collapse in a heap on the floor. His vibrant eyes drew up in time to catch a glimpse of nails - claws - whatever the hell those were - dripping fresh crimson down her wrist and onto the floor below. His stomach lurched, and the cold of the room before was nothing compared to the ice that seeped through his veins as what he was seeing sank in.
There was no time to react, to scream, to breathe. Wide, horrified eyes barely had a chance to flash to his companion's prone form, blood already pooling around him, when the creature was moving again. It was coming for him this time. The pink haired boy didn't know if he made a sound as he jerked backwards, stumbling, nearly dropping the mirror clutched in his hand.
Wake up.
The scream sounded in his ears again - he might have screamed along with it. He couldn't even tell. There wasn't even time to bring his hands up to shield him from the sound, not even enough to shield his body as she charged.
Please... please... let me wake up.
Sam couldn't see her face. If he'd had the time to even think, he might have been grateful. He didn't want her to be the last thing he saw.
WAKE UP.
The impact came, followed by the sound of glass shattering. Then a second impact. Then, nothing.
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... No, really. Nothing.
The boy slowly opened his eyes, hardly daring to look. A sky full of stars greeted him. It was dark... but nothing compared to the darkness of that room. It could have pouring rain and he still would have sworn it was the most beautiful sky he'd ever seen. His body ached dully from tumbling across the grass, and the glass had left a few tiny scratches here and there. But he was alive. How... ?
His fingers curled tighter around the handle of the broken mirror as he saw several small, dark shapes take off flying into the night. That's right. The other boy, he was - as if reminded, a piercing wail ripped through the brief serenity of the night to assault his already ringing ears. But that wasn't all he heard. No, there was another sound. Something tearing.
Sam shot up, every inch of his thin frame shaking. He shook his head mutely, pushing himself back further from the broken window and the horrors within. "Help... " His voice was soft at first, broken, shaking as much as he himself was. "Help - HELP!!" This time it was his voice that was a bloodcurdling scream, his horror escalating by the second. "Somebody, anybody!! He's gonna -- !"
The bats, still enjoying their new found freedom, swooped lower, their teeth gnashing. And in that brief moment, the other boy's fleeting life was forgotten. Faced with fight or flight... he had to choice but to run. And run, and run, until his burning legs would take no more. He collapsed amongst some bushes, every gasp of air agony on his lungs as he huddled himself in a ball. By chance, he just happened to glance down.
There was blood on his bare arm. It wasn't his.
Another ragged cry ripped through the night, and anyone would half-thought he was the monster from the way he wailed. Maybe he was. Maybe it had turned out like the other nightmare after all. If he only knew it had just barely begun...
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