The man was crouching against the wall in obvious pain, waiting for his attackers to come. His hair was greasy, eyes wide, hands clenched at his sides. He remained there for what seemed like hours, just waiting for the next blow.
She watched him helpless to interfere, hoping someone would come. It broke her heart to see him like this. Drained of all but the most basic emotions. Primal in his responses, unable to think. She longed to put a hand on his head and tell him it would be alright, there was nothing to fear. She could not trapped and mute she watched.
The man suddenly looked up and started screaming, begging for the thing not to come near. She could not remain still anymore. She reached out to him to touch his head, tell him everything would be fine. All of a sudden she felt a pull like a vacuum and was sucked through into utterly blackness.
Daniel
The limris were coming he had to get away, had to hide. He ran over to the wall where a pillar provided a spot. Crouching down he clenched his fists and waited. He stayed motionless hoping they would go but they stayed just looking at him. He told himself they were not there, just figments of imagination but fear consumed him.
The Limris then started to walk toward him, the flesh hanging of their bones, the skin grey and green. The smell of rotting flesh. This overwhelmed him and he screamed as they came ever closer hands outstretched. He begged them to leave to come near. All of a sudden he thought he felt a hand and cold wind then blackness over took him.