Hi everybody, I have been somewhat dormant for the past six months, but I'm back with this story, The League of Extraordinary Gentlemen: Growl.
Mina Harker awoke. The darkness around was her haven. Usually. But tonight she wanted the sun to alight in the sky and the twilight to end. To her left lay a young man, breathing softly. Her eyes wandered to the canvas propped carelessly against the east wall. She slid her legs out round and drew a loose blanket about her, shivering slightly as the cold air hit her skin. The portrait, which was facing away from her, was wrapped in brown paper and concealed the smirking face of Dorian Gray. She had never, in two years, felt able to dispose of the painting. Running one finger over every touchable surface on the right side of the room, Mina reached the pristine canvas and ran her hand gently over the creased brown paper. She could almost hear his mocking voice as she peeled the packaging away from the painting that killed Dorian Gray.
