.
She was running but she didn't know where. It was dark, and cold…a dungeon? It was so cold her feet were ice…but most of all she was scared. Scared of what was chasing her…no- /hunting/ her. She could feel it's eyes on her, even though it was pitch black she knew it could see her, sense her…track her. She was the hunted now and had nothing to defend her self with. Her body slowed to a brisk walk as if on command. She did not know why any of this was happening and tried to struggle. Ginny found she had no control over her body. If she was scared before, she was now terrified.
Her feet knew were they were going, though her conscience mind did not. And against her will she moved at the same annoying pace, she wanted to run, to get away from where ever she was and quick.
~Turn left, her brain thought.~
Her feet automatically turned her left.
~Now, Turn Right.~
Her body obeyed these commands.
~Stop~
~Go~
~Faster~
~Slower~
'Am I going crazy?' she thought. 'What is happening?' Ginny was confused. Was it a dream…no, everything felt too real. Not that dream sense real but she could /feel/ the stone beneath her as if it were there, it wasn't her mind telling her she felt it. She could feel a cold draft from her left side. And could feel the fabric of her pajamas against her skin. This wasn't a dream, this was real.
Finally she halted abruptly as her hand reached out toward something and her finger moved automatically as if she'd done this a thousand times. All of a sudden a door appeared before her. She still couldn't move freely though, she still walked on as if her body was in a trance though her brain was fully awake.
She walked forward then she stopped again…except this time -unexplainably- she could move, she had power over her limbs now. Just to try out this newfound freedom Ginny hopped, then took a step forward, and one step back. Yes, everything was in working order.
She didn't want to wander off now because she had no clue as to where she was. But slowly a small light came into view, and her eyes adjusted. It was only the dying embers of a fire, but it outlined a table and chair near by. She walked more toward this light source still trying to orient her self.
Virginia had been looking over near a counter when she heard it, a noise she definitely did not make. All of a sudden Gin remembered that something earlier had been hunting her….did it follow her into this room…was it breathing down her neck with out her know how close it was…?
Trying not to panic she groped the near by counter for something, anything, to defend her self with. That's when she heard a slight scuffle behind her, her hands found something very heavy that felt like metal. With all the might in her little body she, in one motion, turned around and swung the object blindly making full contact with what ever it was.
She could feel the sickening crack of what ever she had hit.
It dropped to the floor with a thud and did not move, it did not even make a sound.
But as she looked closer Ginny could make out the figure of a boy.
All she could utter was a very small and innocent "…ooops…"
TBC
(A/N): At the request of Reigh Evenstar, from a review on my completed story "Gummi Bear Torture", I am making a frying pan a weapon. This is not a serious fic, I'm trying to concentrate on my chapter stories but some times -especially with all my angst writings- you just need to read something that'll make you smile.
HP not mine. Plot…or lack there of really…is mine. Make me happy and review please ]
-Wind and Ashes
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She was running but she didn't know where. It was dark, and cold…a dungeon? It was so cold her feet were ice…but most of all she was scared. Scared of what was chasing her…no- /hunting/ her. She could feel it's eyes on her, even though it was pitch black she knew it could see her, sense her…track her. She was the hunted now and had nothing to defend her self with. Her body slowed to a brisk walk as if on command. She did not know why any of this was happening and tried to struggle. Ginny found she had no control over her body. If she was scared before, she was now terrified.
Her feet knew were they were going, though her conscience mind did not. And against her will she moved at the same annoying pace, she wanted to run, to get away from where ever she was and quick.
~Turn left, her brain thought.~
Her feet automatically turned her left.
~Now, Turn Right.~
Her body obeyed these commands.
~Stop~
~Go~
~Faster~
~Slower~
'Am I going crazy?' she thought. 'What is happening?' Ginny was confused. Was it a dream…no, everything felt too real. Not that dream sense real but she could /feel/ the stone beneath her as if it were there, it wasn't her mind telling her she felt it. She could feel a cold draft from her left side. And could feel the fabric of her pajamas against her skin. This wasn't a dream, this was real.
Finally she halted abruptly as her hand reached out toward something and her finger moved automatically as if she'd done this a thousand times. All of a sudden a door appeared before her. She still couldn't move freely though, she still walked on as if her body was in a trance though her brain was fully awake.
She walked forward then she stopped again…except this time -unexplainably- she could move, she had power over her limbs now. Just to try out this newfound freedom Ginny hopped, then took a step forward, and one step back. Yes, everything was in working order.
She didn't want to wander off now because she had no clue as to where she was. But slowly a small light came into view, and her eyes adjusted. It was only the dying embers of a fire, but it outlined a table and chair near by. She walked more toward this light source still trying to orient her self.
Virginia had been looking over near a counter when she heard it, a noise she definitely did not make. All of a sudden Gin remembered that something earlier had been hunting her….did it follow her into this room…was it breathing down her neck with out her know how close it was…?
Trying not to panic she groped the near by counter for something, anything, to defend her self with. That's when she heard a slight scuffle behind her, her hands found something very heavy that felt like metal. With all the might in her little body she, in one motion, turned around and swung the object blindly making full contact with what ever it was.
She could feel the sickening crack of what ever she had hit.
It dropped to the floor with a thud and did not move, it did not even make a sound.
But as she looked closer Ginny could make out the figure of a boy.
All she could utter was a very small and innocent "…ooops…"
TBC
(A/N): At the request of Reigh Evenstar, from a review on my completed story "Gummi Bear Torture", I am making a frying pan a weapon. This is not a serious fic, I'm trying to concentrate on my chapter stories but some times -especially with all my angst writings- you just need to read something that'll make you smile.
HP not mine. Plot…or lack there of really…is mine. Make me happy and review please ]
-Wind and Ashes
.