23 June 2012
For @Naaviie us usual some of the names were thanks to her. Zoe The woman walked deliberately and confidently towards the tall dark mansion. The howls began when she walked through an inferred beam. She wasn't detered, only emboldened. Her strides lengthened. The path she traversed was long and winding. Consisting of crooked odd cobble. She was flanked by tombstones. Tall and old. Moss dulling their once marbled texture. As the mansion drew nearer a smile began to break out across her lips. She knew that she would be sleeping in her bed, showering in her shower and eating in her kitchen soon enough. She nodded as she passed familiar graves. Their inhabitants nodded back, then resumed their game of cards. She stepped slowly up the steps outside her front door, allowing her feet to thud noisily on every plank. Her hand snaked out and stroked the so familiar door. It's smoothness brought back memories when she'd opened it in the light. All those years ago. She could bear it no longer she braced her arms. Then pushed. The door flew off its hinges, smashing into the wall behind. She grinned with glee. As she crossed the thresh hold something changed, a slight difference in atmospheric pressure. She wasn't alone.
Desmond I hear the door smash against the wall. Panic. I shouldn't be here, I thought it was abandoned. I slide my knife into my now sweaty palm, taking comfort from its hard wooden grip. I hear footsteps angrily banging around upstairs. How long do I have? Not enough time to leave. My emotions fall. This could be it. The end. It's not sustainable, living this way. Breaking into houses. Living till there needed. Like squatting but I would never associate myself with them. Feet crash down the stairs. I back into a corner. Knife outstreatched, eyes desperate. The door splinters before her wrath. A shard of razor shard of wood slices across my cheek. Leaving a gash stretching from my mouth to my ear. It's a shame it won't last. It would have looked cool. The crazy woman stops in her tracks. "Dezy." She says, scared stiff by my return. I'm equally scared to see her but I try not to show it. "But-but-but you fell." She says stuttering with fear. It's amusing to see such a great warrior terrified by there a friend. "N-no mat-ter." She says, bearing her fangs. She leaps at me. Fast as light. I grab her. Throw her into the wall. There's a sickening thud as her head makes contact. Her neck brakes. She stands. Twists it into place. Then leaps. I go to grab her again but she dodges my arms. Her nail drives through my skull, into my brain. Damn. Now comes the worst part.
Night Walker 2 • Opuss № I