Author's note: Been watching Haunting Ground Let's Plays and I decided that I wanted to write a little something for the archive. :) I'm so in-love with this game but since I'm having serious writer's block, I couldn't think of what to do. That's how I ended up with this... this... I don't know what to call this.
No quotes for this story, I couldn't find any. Enjoy! Thanks in advance to those who read and whatnot! :3
Her feet were bare, blistered and bleeding from the beating they took coming in harsh contact with the abrasive stone floors that spanned far across the castle like the fabled river of souls. As she darted throughout the winding corridors with her canine protector by her side, Fiona left blotchy, bloodstained footprints in her wake.
She prayed that the bleeding would stop soon; that the pain would subside too. She prayed that… that horrible… horrible man would stop chasing her if she ran far enough. That he wouldn't find her if she hid well enough. That he would just leave her alone!
Surely, this could not be some sort of hellish punishment; she hadn't done anything to deserve this! He and the demented housekeeper had talked over and over again about this… this Azoth stuff—but, what was it? What was so important about it…!? Wait… they said it was the essence of life, right—? But why her; why did she have to have it?
Fiona had no more time to devote to thought as she heard her stalker patronize her with his cruel laughter and disheartening taunts. Her blood ran cold in her veins as she traversed the crooked corridor. Her frail hand slid along the abrasive walls as Fiona tried to keep running—fighting for her life.
Another bloodcurdling laugh echoed throughout the seemingly ceaseless hallway and Fiona's heart skipped a beat as she pushed herself even harder.
She panted as tears of distress and exhaustion trailed down her cheeks. Her body quavered with fatigue and Fiona desperately wanted to stop to rest. Her calf-muscles tensed sporadically and her chest tightened considerably. Her knees creaked and her head pounded with a migraine. As her vision began to spot with a mottled rainbow, Fiona began to slow down despite knowing all too well that she was on the verge of being caught.
"Giving up so soon, my dear?" He laughed derisively. "Have you wizened up, after all, Fiona—will you let me have my precious Azoth, yet?"
Hewie barked from somewhere around Fiona's legs; the sound of him seemed to be enough to jump-start Fiona's adrenaline. Sucking in a lungful of air, the platinum-haired beauty gripped at the ocean-blue gem attached to her blouse and dashed speedily down the meandering passageway with all the more haste in her movements. She had to get away—she just had to! If not for her own sake, for Hewie's; he was depending on her just as much as she depended upon him!
Who knew what that… that… monster planned to do with her? What he planned to do to Hewie. She couldn't bear the thought of Hewie being killed or mutilated because of her. As she came to the end of the hallway, Fiona felt herself smile with hysteria. As long as she escaped, she would never have to find any of those things out—as long as she got away, she and Hewie would live to see another day for the rest of their lives.
Glancing down behind her at Hewie, Fiona gestured needlessly for him to follow her. "Come on, boy!" She called.