Behind Their Eyes
Chapter One: A Witch's Sorrow…
A Witch's cry pierced the night air, a survivor with a shotgun rapidly approaching her as three others watched and cheered.
"You're doing a great job, Jacob!" The female of the group smiled.
"Crown that witch, you hear?" an older man, about maybe fifty years of age called out, smirking with pride.
"Remember, kill her quick—we've got to get a move on."
She looked up at the man, with his closely cropped brown hair and his black-coloured irises, he was rather normal looking. He wore a bloody, tattered hunting jacket over a dirty white shirt, with distressed, dirty jeans and sneakers that were once white. His tanned skin was crossed with bruises, smears of old blood, and he even had a slice on his right cheek.
'Don't kill me. Please, don't kill me…' She trembled slightly, tears leaking out of her eyes, beginning to stop their usually constant flow. She felt fury rise up in her. 'What did I ever do to you? I just wanted to have peace, and quiet…Why do you want to kill me?' Her breathing began to get heavier, her body tensing up, her instincts taking over. She felt like her mind was slipping away, and she couldn't stop it.
"Careful, Jacob."
"Yeah, yeah, Larry… I know, I know. I'll make it quick." He raised the gun and had it at the Witch's temple, but he stumbled back in shock as she let out a scream. He felt her claws rake through his arm—and then he felt an odd loss of weight being supported by his elbow. Looking down, he screamed right before the Witch knocked him over and tore into his chest cavity. She had cut his fucking arm off!
He was dead, quickly. The woman of the group let out a scream and then started shooting haphazardly, the two men firing their guns as well.
The Witch ran at the woman, killing her with a single swipe, her head hitting the pavement with a sickening thud.
'KILL. KILL. NO MORE NOISES!' With her sensitive hearing, every gunshot was as loud as if it was right next to her ear, even though it was over ten feet away. It was driving her mad with the pain of both the noises and with the light that was now burning into her corneas.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
The man called Larry was soon disemboweled, and the other man—a younger one—backed away in fear.
"D-don't kill me…please…" He still had his gun raised, though, and the Witch perceived it as a threat. She stalked closer, claws and body dripping with still-warm, still oxidized blood. She took one step too many, it seemed, because a gunshot ran out. The bullet was now lodged in her shoulder.
Her ragged, angered breathing began, and soon he was a pile of bloody gore on the ground. Her adrenaline running out, she stumbled a few steps away, into a darker part of the alley, and then collapsed, her wails slowly getting past her lips. Her mind came back, and she cried harder, disgusted by the blood and death that was all around her, permeating the air, giving her a slight headache which only increased her need for silence and peace further.
'I only wanted peace… I'm a monster. A monster…' She only wept harder as she spiraled into a guilt-filled revire, ears ringing and her eyes burning.
K.L.K- I decided to write a quick series…And here it is! I now own L4D one and two for the Xbox, and I've been having a blast. I'm probably going to write one for each of the infected, even the commons. (smiles) And, perhaps these survivors will be in the other ones, if they're getting killed. I just made them up on a whim.
Witch- (cries)
K.L.K- Err… (hands her a chocolate bar) There ya go…you can have all the chocolate. I don't like regular chocolate…
Witch- (sniffles, then takes a bite of the chocolate and seems to perk up)
K.L.K- Err… With that, I bid you adieu. Please review!
