Starrysky
07-02-2006, 12:19 AM
Hey, there. I've been having a bit of trouble writing some other stories, so I used this to remove my writer's block. It's mainly a Horror story, with a bit of gruesome detail. Enjoy. :evil:
Ch. 1
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Green eyes stared, uncomprehending, at the detached lower jaw that lay mere centimeters from her nose. With foreboding, the ebony-haired girl looked up from where the piece of bone and deteriorating flesh had fallen, only to meet the unseeing gaze of the rotting corpse nailed to the ceiling, to which the thing belonged. She sealed her lips against the scream trying to force its way up her throat and closed her eyes, fighting to regain some semblance of composure. Tears leaked steadily from them when they fluttered open. The little girl’s breath shuttered as she stayed there on her hands and knees in the small wooden crawlspace. She extended a delicate hand forward, which was smeared with her own blood, and grabbed a hold on the jaw. The tears kept on flowing down the porcelain face smeared with dirt while she moved it to the side.
Her breath hitched as she moved on forward, wincing every so often at the feel of sharp splinters embedding themselves into her skin. The new injuries only magnified the pain of the slashes that winded themselves down her arms. The still bleeding injuries joined the crusted blood that had accumulated on the floor, which was presumably from the unfortunate soul pinned above her. Her dark purple dress had innumerable rips along the bottom, and the long sleeves that had once clad her arms had been torn apart, the remnants hanging on by the barest of threads.
As she neared the end of the small tunnel-like place, something rekindled in her eyes. It was something that she had abandoned after everything…everything that she had suffered through. This was something called hope.
Which was soon shattered.
Something slimy and acidic attached itself to her ankle, causing her limbs to give out and her eyes to widen. With a cry, she slid backwards, dragged by the odd appendage that moved from her ankle to latch all around her leg. With desperation, the girl dug her fingers into the wood. It only made small furrows in the floor as she still moved backwards. With a sickening sound, a fingernail was ripped completely off of her ring finger on her left hand. She gave up, becoming limp; all of her energy going into sobbing to express her sorrow, pain, and despair. The little girl watched with deadened eyes as the faint light from the end of the crawlspace became farther and farther away.
Gone was her last hope.
With one last yank, the thing let go of her and disappeared. She lay on the polished, dark wood of the elegant room, too spent to even move her head. She could feel her leg burn with the aftereffects of the acid; she had no doubt that burned welts covered the delicate, pale skin of her leg. Her lungs felt like they were on fire, and she let out a hacking cough that only made the sensation worse. She felt like she was going to die. She wished she would.
“Child…why do you run?” A chilling voice spoke, right next to her ear.
The child’s body stiffened, and with the last of her strength, she turned over onto her back and shuffled furiously against the floor until her back hit the wall.
“Get away from me! Leave me alone!” She screamed, panicked.
“But my child,” He answered, “I’m all you have left.”
His form stepped closer, still hidden by the shadows of the dimly lit room. She whimpered when he took another step towards her. She pressed her back as hard as she could against the wall, as if she would miraculously turn intangible and fall through it if she tried hard enough. Alas, it was not so. Using the last of her courage, she uttered in a whisper,
“That’s because you killed everyone else.”
Ch. 1
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Green eyes stared, uncomprehending, at the detached lower jaw that lay mere centimeters from her nose. With foreboding, the ebony-haired girl looked up from where the piece of bone and deteriorating flesh had fallen, only to meet the unseeing gaze of the rotting corpse nailed to the ceiling, to which the thing belonged. She sealed her lips against the scream trying to force its way up her throat and closed her eyes, fighting to regain some semblance of composure. Tears leaked steadily from them when they fluttered open. The little girl’s breath shuttered as she stayed there on her hands and knees in the small wooden crawlspace. She extended a delicate hand forward, which was smeared with her own blood, and grabbed a hold on the jaw. The tears kept on flowing down the porcelain face smeared with dirt while she moved it to the side.
Her breath hitched as she moved on forward, wincing every so often at the feel of sharp splinters embedding themselves into her skin. The new injuries only magnified the pain of the slashes that winded themselves down her arms. The still bleeding injuries joined the crusted blood that had accumulated on the floor, which was presumably from the unfortunate soul pinned above her. Her dark purple dress had innumerable rips along the bottom, and the long sleeves that had once clad her arms had been torn apart, the remnants hanging on by the barest of threads.
As she neared the end of the small tunnel-like place, something rekindled in her eyes. It was something that she had abandoned after everything…everything that she had suffered through. This was something called hope.
Which was soon shattered.
Something slimy and acidic attached itself to her ankle, causing her limbs to give out and her eyes to widen. With a cry, she slid backwards, dragged by the odd appendage that moved from her ankle to latch all around her leg. With desperation, the girl dug her fingers into the wood. It only made small furrows in the floor as she still moved backwards. With a sickening sound, a fingernail was ripped completely off of her ring finger on her left hand. She gave up, becoming limp; all of her energy going into sobbing to express her sorrow, pain, and despair. The little girl watched with deadened eyes as the faint light from the end of the crawlspace became farther and farther away.
Gone was her last hope.
With one last yank, the thing let go of her and disappeared. She lay on the polished, dark wood of the elegant room, too spent to even move her head. She could feel her leg burn with the aftereffects of the acid; she had no doubt that burned welts covered the delicate, pale skin of her leg. Her lungs felt like they were on fire, and she let out a hacking cough that only made the sensation worse. She felt like she was going to die. She wished she would.
“Child…why do you run?” A chilling voice spoke, right next to her ear.
The child’s body stiffened, and with the last of her strength, she turned over onto her back and shuffled furiously against the floor until her back hit the wall.
“Get away from me! Leave me alone!” She screamed, panicked.
“But my child,” He answered, “I’m all you have left.”
His form stepped closer, still hidden by the shadows of the dimly lit room. She whimpered when he took another step towards her. She pressed her back as hard as she could against the wall, as if she would miraculously turn intangible and fall through it if she tried hard enough. Alas, it was not so. Using the last of her courage, she uttered in a whisper,
“That’s because you killed everyone else.”