Post by Nostra on Nov 18, 2008 13:00:13 GMT -5
The smooth breeze caress the skin, versicoloured droplets following their paths down the milk white pillars lining the broad cobblestone road. Loud hissing sounds emanating from short trains moving lazily along the street, occasionally a bronze decorated whistle blow, forcing the nearby pedestrians to cover their ears. The sky roared in the aftermath of the lightning, causing the soaked masses to pull up their shoulders and hasten their steps towards whatever goal they had in mind.
A heavy hand suddenly resting on her shoulder forced her to turn around, peering at the figure in front of her, he or she was dressed in a long dark robe covered in strange runes glowing with as many colours as the water pouring from the sky. The face only seen as a stern silhouette inside the hood, lips stretched in what could be a smile, or perhaps a grimace of pain. "What are you doing?" she said, her voice reaching a pitch higher than usual as she tried shake his hand off.
"Saving you, my dear, we cannot have you running around like this..." the low, whispering but unmistakably male voice answered. With a grunt his gloved hand takes a firmer grip as he starts to walk, leading her in front of him. "You and I have much to discuss, do you not agree?" he snickers quietly for himself as they walk along the road towards one of the smaller houses, it differs greatly from the other nearby houses in not being decorated with small towers and other peripherals extending from the main building. Pushing their way through the crowds walking between the train-wagons loaded with metallic barrels and wooden crates they finally reached the door, it´s bronze handle reflecting the dim light from the lamppost nearby. With a creack the door opened and they stepped into the house, the darkness was total as they stood there in silence.
Her shoulder felt lighter, not only due to the hand being removed. A cautious step forward, the floor groaned and she froze, was he there? Or had he disappeared into the shadows? She had heard that He could do such things, one second there, the other gone, all without even the slightest sound. She extended her arms trying to find something to support herself against. There. A wall, some sort of drapery hanging over it, it felt thick, soft even. The wall.
"No matter how pleasant your groping is I believe my master wants to see you... This way." a small, sickly green flame appeared hovering over his hand. She blinked, trying to adjust to the new light. Something, there must be something. There. The floor groaned once again as she moved over it, her eyes peeled on the man´s back. Her fingers touched something cold, a box, the size of her palm. She grabbed it, clenching it in her hand while inching forward, closer, a little more. Perfect.
She let out a shriek and swept her hand towards the man´s hood, then it was all dark. A thud, something was hit, silence for several seconds before the green flame appeared again. "You will have to try better next time, some..." the man trailed of as he knelt and picked up a small red, metallic box. "... fish against my head will hardly hold me down for long."
"Let me go! Now!" she crawled backwards from him, trying to escape. Her hands desperately searching among the shadows, grasping something small and round, much like a tube. Lipstick, a lipstick. Her body started to shake, a cacophony of laughter breaking through between her bloody lips as she stared on the little white tube in her hand. The manic cackle came to an abrupt end as the man´s gloved hand once again dug into her flesh, pulling her up and along as he walked to small stair-case leading downwards. "W- where? Where w-ww... we-... ´re going?" her lips already stiffening, the blood drying.
"Home, hell, beyond Styx, to our master, lord and savior..." the man answered with a scornful frown, not even glancing at the girl. The steps of the stair consisted of stone, worn and old, perhaps ancient. They emanated a coldness, freezing her to her very bones. The echoes of their feet against the white marble and her deep breathing heralded them, penetrating the silence that seemed eternal, destroying the facade of quiet calm.
There, a light, a candelabra, they had reached the end of their journey down, entered a large room, walls covered by bookshelves filled with books of all sizes, shapes and colours. She peered around, eyes trying to focus in the relatively bright light, on a stone-table she saw another robed figure, the dark-purple cloth hiding it´s thin frame from any closer inspection. "Master, I have brought another one, she put up little resistance and came along quite nicely." her kidnaper said and bowed respectfully towards the only other person in the room.
Without a word the figure on the table slowly moved from it´s prone position to standing up in front of them, it´s joints cracking from the movements. From within the figure´s dark hood two orbs shone with a dim yellow glow, staring at her, the hood and a black scarf concealed the rest of the face. With a low hissing voice it ordered her closer, lifting an arm to place a pale, almost skeletal finger on her chin, lifting her face upwards."Greeetingsss, a long time hass passssed ssince our paths last crossed. You are not a disssappointment... thiss time..." the finger crawled up over her cheek to the right temple, pausing there briefly before flying back to it´s owner, slowly removing the scarf to reveal his monstrous features, burn marks covering the skin in the shape of two hands. His lips twisting in a lifeless grin as he studied her face with the hues that was his eyes. "Now, before we being the... experimentss, what iss your name?" his low rasping voice creating only a slight echo in the room.
"N- Nicola." she answered, a hint of fear rippling through her body. He nodded thoughtfully, the grin stretching his thin lips even further as it spread across his face.
"Very well, Nicola..." he uttered the word as if tasting it, letting it roll over his tongue. "Perhapsss you would like ssomething to drink? Water?" he turned around without waiting for an answer to lift a clay-mug from a nearby cupboard, extending it towards her, nodding assuredly. Taking the mug and peering down on the water in it she realized how thirsty she really was, with a frightened gulp she heaved the mug, it´s stale taste washing the blood from her mouth. She stared at the two robed men, tilting her head as a placid tranquillity took hold of her, something disturbed her, something with the men. She exhaled, her sight becoming blurred and shadows slithering over what she saw.
"No breath." she whispered as she fell to her knees and onto the floor, a pair of pale, skeletal hands the last thing she saw before her world was darkness yet again. Her luck was out.
A heavy hand suddenly resting on her shoulder forced her to turn around, peering at the figure in front of her, he or she was dressed in a long dark robe covered in strange runes glowing with as many colours as the water pouring from the sky. The face only seen as a stern silhouette inside the hood, lips stretched in what could be a smile, or perhaps a grimace of pain. "What are you doing?" she said, her voice reaching a pitch higher than usual as she tried shake his hand off.
"Saving you, my dear, we cannot have you running around like this..." the low, whispering but unmistakably male voice answered. With a grunt his gloved hand takes a firmer grip as he starts to walk, leading her in front of him. "You and I have much to discuss, do you not agree?" he snickers quietly for himself as they walk along the road towards one of the smaller houses, it differs greatly from the other nearby houses in not being decorated with small towers and other peripherals extending from the main building. Pushing their way through the crowds walking between the train-wagons loaded with metallic barrels and wooden crates they finally reached the door, it´s bronze handle reflecting the dim light from the lamppost nearby. With a creack the door opened and they stepped into the house, the darkness was total as they stood there in silence.
Her shoulder felt lighter, not only due to the hand being removed. A cautious step forward, the floor groaned and she froze, was he there? Or had he disappeared into the shadows? She had heard that He could do such things, one second there, the other gone, all without even the slightest sound. She extended her arms trying to find something to support herself against. There. A wall, some sort of drapery hanging over it, it felt thick, soft even. The wall.
"No matter how pleasant your groping is I believe my master wants to see you... This way." a small, sickly green flame appeared hovering over his hand. She blinked, trying to adjust to the new light. Something, there must be something. There. The floor groaned once again as she moved over it, her eyes peeled on the man´s back. Her fingers touched something cold, a box, the size of her palm. She grabbed it, clenching it in her hand while inching forward, closer, a little more. Perfect.
She let out a shriek and swept her hand towards the man´s hood, then it was all dark. A thud, something was hit, silence for several seconds before the green flame appeared again. "You will have to try better next time, some..." the man trailed of as he knelt and picked up a small red, metallic box. "... fish against my head will hardly hold me down for long."
"Let me go! Now!" she crawled backwards from him, trying to escape. Her hands desperately searching among the shadows, grasping something small and round, much like a tube. Lipstick, a lipstick. Her body started to shake, a cacophony of laughter breaking through between her bloody lips as she stared on the little white tube in her hand. The manic cackle came to an abrupt end as the man´s gloved hand once again dug into her flesh, pulling her up and along as he walked to small stair-case leading downwards. "W- where? Where w-ww... we-... ´re going?" her lips already stiffening, the blood drying.
"Home, hell, beyond Styx, to our master, lord and savior..." the man answered with a scornful frown, not even glancing at the girl. The steps of the stair consisted of stone, worn and old, perhaps ancient. They emanated a coldness, freezing her to her very bones. The echoes of their feet against the white marble and her deep breathing heralded them, penetrating the silence that seemed eternal, destroying the facade of quiet calm.
There, a light, a candelabra, they had reached the end of their journey down, entered a large room, walls covered by bookshelves filled with books of all sizes, shapes and colours. She peered around, eyes trying to focus in the relatively bright light, on a stone-table she saw another robed figure, the dark-purple cloth hiding it´s thin frame from any closer inspection. "Master, I have brought another one, she put up little resistance and came along quite nicely." her kidnaper said and bowed respectfully towards the only other person in the room.
Without a word the figure on the table slowly moved from it´s prone position to standing up in front of them, it´s joints cracking from the movements. From within the figure´s dark hood two orbs shone with a dim yellow glow, staring at her, the hood and a black scarf concealed the rest of the face. With a low hissing voice it ordered her closer, lifting an arm to place a pale, almost skeletal finger on her chin, lifting her face upwards."Greeetingsss, a long time hass passssed ssince our paths last crossed. You are not a disssappointment... thiss time..." the finger crawled up over her cheek to the right temple, pausing there briefly before flying back to it´s owner, slowly removing the scarf to reveal his monstrous features, burn marks covering the skin in the shape of two hands. His lips twisting in a lifeless grin as he studied her face with the hues that was his eyes. "Now, before we being the... experimentss, what iss your name?" his low rasping voice creating only a slight echo in the room.
"N- Nicola." she answered, a hint of fear rippling through her body. He nodded thoughtfully, the grin stretching his thin lips even further as it spread across his face.
"Very well, Nicola..." he uttered the word as if tasting it, letting it roll over his tongue. "Perhapsss you would like ssomething to drink? Water?" he turned around without waiting for an answer to lift a clay-mug from a nearby cupboard, extending it towards her, nodding assuredly. Taking the mug and peering down on the water in it she realized how thirsty she really was, with a frightened gulp she heaved the mug, it´s stale taste washing the blood from her mouth. She stared at the two robed men, tilting her head as a placid tranquillity took hold of her, something disturbed her, something with the men. She exhaled, her sight becoming blurred and shadows slithering over what she saw.
"No breath." she whispered as she fell to her knees and onto the floor, a pair of pale, skeletal hands the last thing she saw before her world was darkness yet again. Her luck was out.
