( This story takes place some time after the events of this post. http://rdi.dragonsmark.com/forums/viewtopic.php"p=148395#148395 )
Ring, ring..
A cold chill ran up the girls spine..
Hours ago she had been laughing. Getting sprayed by her friends and throwing soapy sponges back at them with even more enthusiasm. Wishing that the day could go by slower so she could enjoy her weekend with her friends and not have to worry about returning to school on monday.
Ring, ring..
...but now she was alone. Laughter gone the moment the last of her friends split off from what was left of the group and entered into a large apartment complex. This only left the girl alone. Usually this wouldn't scare her. The streets are lit, the distance from her friends building to her own was only a block so there was nothing to fear but fear itself; or at least that's how her father put it.
Ring, ring..
Cold sweat felt. The hair on the back of her neck stood. She heard it again, but with a turn of her head she could see that there was nothing around that could make the sound. What she wouldn't give to see someone else, a familiar face, no...even a friendly looking stranger would give her the smallest bit of security. Her steps became faster now. Sneaker covered feet hitting the street when she broke into that run. Home. She wanted to go home...she needed to go home. Turn the corner, go straight - that's all she needed to do. She could already see the tall apartment complex to the right, she was almost home. She could slip inside her warm, soft bed and laugh about this. She'd look over her shoulder while turning the corner...but stopped dead in her tracks the moment she heard that sound.
Ring, ring..
It came from in front of her. Black hair fluttered as she turned about and looked to what was at the other side of the corner. "....A bike..?" It's all she could say. There is stood, a silver painted tricycle. That's when her mind began to wander back to the strange woman at the mount wash. Instantly the thought of her cutting away at her long, black hair, and the way they shared a moment of eye contact. The lifeless look that had been given to her...This was wrong...this was way wrong. Her mind screamed for her to run but her legs couldn't put in the work.
"Hhelloo." She had no time to look. Strong arm pressed to her shoulders while large palm pressed against her mouth and nose. She screamed, she screamed with all her might. But the hand muffled it far too well. Screaming, flailing, hitting. Her shoulders met with the body behind her as she struggled with all her might...but not even a sound of discomfort came from the figure that held her from behind. Let go...let go...let go..!; her mind raced with such thoughts as tears slid from her cheeks.
The more she struggled the tighter the grasp became, enough that she could no longer move her head from the way it pressed roughly against the figures form. All she could do was bring up her sights and take a clear look at the one who loomed over her...long blonde hair, a hat that shadowed her face...but those eyes, those eyes weren't human...She could see them through the shadows.
"..Sshhh.." The girl would choose the other route. Screaming out once more against the grasping palm. The woman showed no change in her demeanor when her request had been ignored, instead she pulled free that red blade and held it before the girls face. I don't want to die..; the first thought that came to her mind the moment she saw the blade glisten in the moonlight. The knife held wrist began to rotate, showing the girl every angle of the weapon before long, delicate fingers turned the blade about so that she held it blade down.
I don't want to die...I don't want to die...I don't want to die..!; she thought it, she screamed it. Fingers clenched tighter against the young girls face and quieted the girls words with pain. Her body began to tremble instead while arms reached out to grasp at the knife wielding hand. Pushing, squeezing, hoping that she could somehow overpower this woman.
I don't wan tto die...I don't want to die..! Nothing helped. That long, strong appendage fought back with ease and slowly started on it's path. The tip moving closer and closer to the squirming girls stomach. I don't want to die..!; the squirming became more of a flail now. Fingers squeezing and nails dug into the coated sleeve. Try all she might, she couldn't stop it...and that's what terrified her even more. It could of been quick, but instead the woman had been — inch by inch, allowing the girl to see her impending doom as seconds ticked away.
I DON'T WANT TO DIE!! The tip met cloth and continued to push...the girl could feel that pinch of pain as skin spread to the razor sharpness of the cutting utensil. Body went tense that moment and her eyes grew wide. The contents of her stomach rose and her throat bulged...but the grasping hand made sure it wouldn't exit her mouth, instead it had to find another route; the girls nose. She stood there, shaking once more, as the blade continued to slowly plunge into her stomach.
IDONTWANTTODIEIDONTWANTODIE..I...don't...want to...die. The pain becoming unbearable, her brain doing the best it could for the girl in this sort of situation, shut down...her ego crushed the moment that wrist gave a twist and turned the blade, a gush of crimson red following the gruesome display of violence. She was bleeding out...the sight of her apartment in the distance, everything, slowly becoming more and more dim till nothing was left..
She'd be released. The body crumpled down onto the floor like a dolls. No spark of life that the girl once had. She was gone. The long coat wearing woman gave a stare down at her newest victim...but spoke no words. Instead, she slowly began to crouch down...
Cut...crunch...release.
The basket of that tricycle shuttered the moment that head landed into it, and did it a second time when the knife fell within after. Coat shifting about when right leg rose up and slowly kicked itself over the frame of the bike. Body then lowered, her backside pressing nice and comfortably against the white leather banana seat. Feet met peddles and she'd give the smallest of effort in the starting push. A casual cruise, it was the perfect and only speed she needed to go at...a speed that made slow distance between her and the headless youth that laid sprawled out against the blood soaked concrete.
Ring, ring went the bell thanks to a gentle push of her thumb.
Ring, ring..
A cold chill ran up the girls spine..
Hours ago she had been laughing. Getting sprayed by her friends and throwing soapy sponges back at them with even more enthusiasm. Wishing that the day could go by slower so she could enjoy her weekend with her friends and not have to worry about returning to school on monday.
Ring, ring..
...but now she was alone. Laughter gone the moment the last of her friends split off from what was left of the group and entered into a large apartment complex. This only left the girl alone. Usually this wouldn't scare her. The streets are lit, the distance from her friends building to her own was only a block so there was nothing to fear but fear itself; or at least that's how her father put it.
Ring, ring..
Cold sweat felt. The hair on the back of her neck stood. She heard it again, but with a turn of her head she could see that there was nothing around that could make the sound. What she wouldn't give to see someone else, a familiar face, no...even a friendly looking stranger would give her the smallest bit of security. Her steps became faster now. Sneaker covered feet hitting the street when she broke into that run. Home. She wanted to go home...she needed to go home. Turn the corner, go straight - that's all she needed to do. She could already see the tall apartment complex to the right, she was almost home. She could slip inside her warm, soft bed and laugh about this. She'd look over her shoulder while turning the corner...but stopped dead in her tracks the moment she heard that sound.
Ring, ring..
It came from in front of her. Black hair fluttered as she turned about and looked to what was at the other side of the corner. "....A bike..?" It's all she could say. There is stood, a silver painted tricycle. That's when her mind began to wander back to the strange woman at the mount wash. Instantly the thought of her cutting away at her long, black hair, and the way they shared a moment of eye contact. The lifeless look that had been given to her...This was wrong...this was way wrong. Her mind screamed for her to run but her legs couldn't put in the work.
"Hhelloo." She had no time to look. Strong arm pressed to her shoulders while large palm pressed against her mouth and nose. She screamed, she screamed with all her might. But the hand muffled it far too well. Screaming, flailing, hitting. Her shoulders met with the body behind her as she struggled with all her might...but not even a sound of discomfort came from the figure that held her from behind. Let go...let go...let go..!; her mind raced with such thoughts as tears slid from her cheeks.
The more she struggled the tighter the grasp became, enough that she could no longer move her head from the way it pressed roughly against the figures form. All she could do was bring up her sights and take a clear look at the one who loomed over her...long blonde hair, a hat that shadowed her face...but those eyes, those eyes weren't human...She could see them through the shadows.
"..Sshhh.." The girl would choose the other route. Screaming out once more against the grasping palm. The woman showed no change in her demeanor when her request had been ignored, instead she pulled free that red blade and held it before the girls face. I don't want to die..; the first thought that came to her mind the moment she saw the blade glisten in the moonlight. The knife held wrist began to rotate, showing the girl every angle of the weapon before long, delicate fingers turned the blade about so that she held it blade down.
I don't want to die...I don't want to die...I don't want to die..!; she thought it, she screamed it. Fingers clenched tighter against the young girls face and quieted the girls words with pain. Her body began to tremble instead while arms reached out to grasp at the knife wielding hand. Pushing, squeezing, hoping that she could somehow overpower this woman.
I don't wan tto die...I don't want to die..! Nothing helped. That long, strong appendage fought back with ease and slowly started on it's path. The tip moving closer and closer to the squirming girls stomach. I don't want to die..!; the squirming became more of a flail now. Fingers squeezing and nails dug into the coated sleeve. Try all she might, she couldn't stop it...and that's what terrified her even more. It could of been quick, but instead the woman had been — inch by inch, allowing the girl to see her impending doom as seconds ticked away.
I DON'T WANT TO DIE!! The tip met cloth and continued to push...the girl could feel that pinch of pain as skin spread to the razor sharpness of the cutting utensil. Body went tense that moment and her eyes grew wide. The contents of her stomach rose and her throat bulged...but the grasping hand made sure it wouldn't exit her mouth, instead it had to find another route; the girls nose. She stood there, shaking once more, as the blade continued to slowly plunge into her stomach.
IDONTWANTTODIEIDONTWANTODIE..I...don't...want to...die. The pain becoming unbearable, her brain doing the best it could for the girl in this sort of situation, shut down...her ego crushed the moment that wrist gave a twist and turned the blade, a gush of crimson red following the gruesome display of violence. She was bleeding out...the sight of her apartment in the distance, everything, slowly becoming more and more dim till nothing was left..
She'd be released. The body crumpled down onto the floor like a dolls. No spark of life that the girl once had. She was gone. The long coat wearing woman gave a stare down at her newest victim...but spoke no words. Instead, she slowly began to crouch down...
Cut...crunch...release.
The basket of that tricycle shuttered the moment that head landed into it, and did it a second time when the knife fell within after. Coat shifting about when right leg rose up and slowly kicked itself over the frame of the bike. Body then lowered, her backside pressing nice and comfortably against the white leather banana seat. Feet met peddles and she'd give the smallest of effort in the starting push. A casual cruise, it was the perfect and only speed she needed to go at...a speed that made slow distance between her and the headless youth that laid sprawled out against the blood soaked concrete.
Ring, ring went the bell thanks to a gentle push of her thumb.