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 Posted: Sat Apr 28, 2007 10:03 pm
Walter nodded, finally figuring out a few things about Annie. She was definitely not like Kitsumai, he decided. She was weird. And he still felt a little creeped out by his part in her dreams. "I should go," he said, noticing she had been distracted from him. "Bye, Annie!" he added, taking a step back and reaching for the handle of the invisible door.
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Posted: Sat Apr 28, 2007 10:05 pm
Annie turned around, and the look on her face was immediately grim; obviously, her plans for Walter hadn't ended, and she was scuffling towards him with a great deal more speed and grace than she had ever crawled out of dreams. It was a bit like a spider coated in bits of seaweed. "Not this time," she said, and grasped for his ankle -
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Posted: Sat Apr 28, 2007 10:07 pm
He yanked the door open and pulled at her grasp, intent on getting out while the getting was good.
He liked Annie, but her dreams kind of scared him.
The sea trembled in rage behind them and the wind kicked up, hitting hard.
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Posted: Sat Apr 28, 2007 10:10 pm
It worked - Anemone fell back, growling in the same deep and unnatural way that Terror was, a hungry snarl deep in her throat - the sea howled with her, creaking and roaring in a slow riptide, but his ankle was free and he could tumble through the doorway.
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Posted: Sat Apr 28, 2007 10:12 pm
Which he did, falling onto his bottom and staring at the now closed doorway. His footprints of blood were still there, he noticed, glancing down at the floor. With that thought he reached down, smearing the closest print and standing. His bloodied finger reached up, drawing slowly, but surely, a large X on the door.
Annie's dreams were too scary for him, he thought with a nod before he turned and walked away.
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