Hi guys! ^^ I'm so sorry for not updating sooner, it's hard to find time to write anything lately but I finally did and I picked this story because it's been to long since I wrote on it and I really want to share Angela's side of the tory how I think I would have been for her lol, please R&R, thank you! ^_^
After what seemed like almost an hour or so, Angela was under the sign of Lindsey street with her arms crossed over her chest walking slowly. The skies were even duller than before. She thought that at any moment it might snow, but so far not a single flake fell. She was trying to think about something else other than what she had just seen. When she had reached near the end of Lindsey, trying to exploring all streets without a map in hand, she had found that the road was missing. But that was impossible. It looked like something had ripped it into, leaving nothing below but the mist and endless darkness.
She had never seen something like that before, and even though she had let her foot hang loosely off the edge for proof it was really there, she still wondered if it was only her emotions getting to her again. Sometimes when she was upset, it was possible for her to see things that weren't really there. She had problems, but who didn't? Angela had to find her mother and father, of course her mother was the one she worried about more for reasons, and nothing was going to stop her from finding her which included the missing road.
"I don't understand why they would come to a place like this? Where is everyone?" Angela questioned to herself as she walked. She could see her own warm breath turning to smoke as it left her lips. When she was a kid, she use to think it was interesting, like magic. But of course now that she was older and knew the scientific reason beside it all, it was actually very boring. Speaking of science made her think of school. She had just graduated last year, now she was nineteen and on her own. She had left home because of family problems and such, but it didn't really seem to help much. She ended up back home one last time before she left for good. She could still remember her mother face, her cheeks stained with tears, because she loved her so much and would miss her dearly. Angela had planned on visiting more than she had, but things happened. It wasn't her fault.
As Angela made her way down Katz street, she noticed the Lucky Jade restaurant to her right. It had a lovely set of doors and from the inside of the dust covered window, she could see paper lanterns hanging above tables. It sort of reminded her of a restaurant back home, but more classy. Though it looked like no one had entered it in ages. Something close the the door caught her eyes, it looked like a red bottle of some kind sitting on the concrete. Curiously she stepped closer, but just as quickly halted as her ears heard a uncommon sound close by.
With the realization that she wasn't alone anymore, Angela backed away from under the restaurants entrance and peered to her right.
Her chest was tightening rapidly, as fear struck her whole body. The large beast didn't notice her though. It twitched and wiggled like a snake, it's arm crossed as if it wore a straight jacket, and a thick rusty colored skin covered it's whole body. How it was even able to see at all was completely unknown, but it heard her gasp and retreated from moveing like a statue. Then without woarning with stumbling feet, lunged at her. With a surprised scream Angela ducked to the side as it ran behind her into the brick wall of the restaurant. Not waiting a single second, Angela bolted from the spot into a run the opposite way, not even glancing back. As she passed a large wired fence, she halted and moved quickly behind a large dumpster peering back. Truth be told she was a little curious about the twisted creature, but she hadn't had the courage to look till now. It was recovering it's steps. It's head slowly turned in her direction, and just as quickly she pulled her head back from view to her hiding spot.
Angela could feel a panic attack coming on, as tears formed in her eyes. Her hands clutched the bottom of the white sweater she wore, still knelling down against the dumpster. The only thoughts that came to her mind was that she wanted her mother to be there. She wanted her loving touch, to hold her and tell her it was alright, that this was all a horrible dream she had thought up from watching to many horror movies, or eating to much junk food. Things a mother would tell their child to calm them in a stressed situation. Though she was nineteen and way past the age of childish things, it would have worked on her at the moment. Even her mind couldn't think of such a sick imaginative monster. Not unless she was in the darkest depths of depression possibly.
Glancing around she saw a sign above for the Blue Creek apartments. So far that was the only place she had seen that she though anyone might possible stay in. Though it made more since to her, for her parents to stay in a hotel, maybe they had went there seeking shelter from the creatures that now threatened her. It was worth a try to look. That things pace is slow, Angela thought. I can make a run for it to the apartment complex. It's better than sitting her and hoping it won't see me when it passes by.
Slowly her hands felt along side where she was and gripped the metal fence, her legs braced her but her knees were still slightly shaking at her weight. Her hands were trembling as she glanced around for an entrance to the large apartment buildings. Then Angela's eyes fell on the gate ahead, the pad lock had been left hanging and open. It was only about twenty steps from where she was.
Just as her mind decided this, her muscles froze up. Her heart was struck with fear as she gazed upon another creature just like it. Making it's way across the street and closer to the gate. Taking a deep breath, Angela decided that she would rather live than die here. She had to know if her mother was in this town or not. As soon as she stood completely she glanced at the creature that had first startled her, then ignoring it, she started running for the gate. Her mind dead set on one thing that kept her going.
As she grew near the other humanoid creature, she didn't stop in speed as she rammed right into the side of it, knocking it to the ground. Her shoulder filled with pain from the impact that felt almost like a brick wall, the skin of it was amazingly thick, as Angela immediately pulled at the gate chain opening it. With a heavy sigh she turned back and grabbed the padlock, pushing down till she heard a clicking sound that pleased her. She was safe now, at least she hoped.
"God..." She whispered through recovering breathes, "What are those things? Mama I wish you were here..." Her mind couldn't help but wonder about things now. Memories of her families past, like when they had went on vacation to Florida one summer. Her mother had looked so happy on that beach till they had to returned home, her father had seemed to enjoy it too, but as soon as they were back he turned into an ass again. Sometimes she wished she didn't have a father. As for her brother, he was his dad's best child, never did anything wrong in his eyes. Angela sighed as she glanced between two different entrances, the odd creatures fiercely beating on the chain-locked fence, but she knew there was no way they could get through it. Jogging she passed by the closest door and went to the second one, locking it behind her as she crumpled against it. For a moment she sobbed as she tried to think about something other than the things she had saw.
Rising to her feet when she felt she had the strength to go on, Angela glanced around the entrance. It was a little two small and the sky blue walls were faded beyond belief. Compared to the pitch black hallway with flickering lights, though she heard no other noise than her own footsteps, Angela started up the stairs to the second floor. As she rounded the corned to the next set her foot stepped on something that was unlevel with the ground. Peering down she saw that it was a doll, that stared up at her happily with a cracked face. She had seen them before, in fact when she was younger she owned one that her father had bought for her, one of the small nice things he ever did.
"Poor thing, left all alone." Angela commented picking it up slowly. It was a victorian styled doll but it's lovely yellow and pink dress had been burnt black in many places, and something the color of crimson stained it's chest and skin. When she tilted it up right it's eyes opened, one was missing but the other was a clear glass blue. It seemed to her that the doll was staring back at her, though it's painted pink lips made it look happy, it was sad to see it in the condition it had become. The crack on it's face went from the middle of it's forehead past it's nose, to it's chin.
As she held it close she kept walking, the door to the second floor apartments was cracked open, and the first thing Angela heard was a smacking sound. Like stepping in a rain puddle is what it reminded her of, though much louder and slightly frightening. Unable to not look with curiosity, she peeked into the crack. Her eyes widened with surprise at what she saw. It was another one of those things, the freakishly human like monster that had tried to attack her in the street. Suddenly Angela realized that she wasn't going to be safe anywhere in this town. If those things were inside all the building, then what else could be?
While she stared in horror through the crack she watched it spit up some kind of acid like saliva from a hidden hole she hadn't seen before. It covered the wiggling creature that lay before it, which looked like a twisted mannequin that had been placed together at the waists, only legs on top and bottom. The thought of something like that even behind real made her stomach turn is disgust. "May god it's...eating it?" Angela said, as suddenly the thing twisted toward the door. Startled she quickly backed away running up the stairs to the third floor, though it was locked which frustrated and paniced her even more, as the humanoid started pushing it's way out of the door that slowly opened. She could feel the familiar tightening pain in her chest coming back as it had before.
"Stay the hell away from me!" Angela shouted, throwing the doll she clutched at it. It bounced off it's head knocking it backward slightly, as Angela made a dash past the thing toward the only other way she knew to go, down the small hallway on the first floor. She didn't dare look back till she knew she was at a safe distance, which was when she slammed the door shut behind her, the knob flying off into her hand. This place must have been really old, and she wondered, how was it even possible that the building was still standing?
She tossed the knob to the ground and turned, taking in the area with a quick glance she discovered she was in a small courtyard, with a pool for the residents of the building in it. Though she didn't want to look around for long, she followed the tan brick path that was made into the ground, her breathing somewhat shallow from the run and fear of the creature that tracked after her. Angela was sure though, that it couldn't get through that door now. After a few moments she began to hear a strange noise, and she knew instantly, though she wished it was just her imagination, that there were more of the things close by. Her eyes scanned for their presence but she didn't see anything, and the closer she got to the pool the more she noticed it. Not caring to find out she turned right and entered the first door she saw, which lead into another part of the apartments with rooms.
The carpet of the hall was torn up badly like something had been scrapped across it, something very heavy, and the white tile underneath was stained with the colors of black and red. Angela imagined that it was blood but with a sick though she shook it away, walking along the hall and trying each door she came to. So far not many of them would even turn, but finally near the end by the stairs, she found a room that opened. Relieved, after she checked every inch of the rooms, there were no monsters only a few small cockroaches and cob webs. Layers of dust covered most of the shelves and furniture left behind, and the sink was piled high with dirty dishes in the tiny kitchen.
A thought suddenly struck Angela, when was the last time she had ate something? Though she doubted it and she found that she was right, there was nothing within the fridge. It wasn't even running anymore, so even if there had been it would have been far to old to eat. Curiously she looked through the draws, all of which were empty but the last one she came to. Placed perfectly inside was a large butcher knife, the blade stained crimson a good bit, which showed that someone had been using it. "So then I'm not alone here? Maybe someone else left it behind."
The first thought that came to mind was that it would make a perfect weapon, but as Angela grasped it she began to wonder, had it been someone's weapon of someone's escape from this world? Maybe it would be better that way, if she was to just end things here. She had come here looking for her parents, not only because of her recurring dream and the welcoming sign that lead her here, but because she had this feeling. In the back of her mind, though it frightened her deeply, that she had been in this town before now.
"Though maybe, this is just a waist of time. Maybe their really gone and they left me behind, but mama..." Angela whispered to herself, as she shuffled into one of the rooms with a rusty colors door, closing the door behind her but not locking it. Looking up she saw herself in the reflection of a large mirror against the wall, much larger than the one she had once had on her bedroom door. It covered everything, and it's reflection was slightly blurry, as she stared at the knife that was against her neck. She could almost imagine it, her hand pulling straight up and ending it all before something worse happened, but then the thought of her mothers sweet smiling face came into view, and Angela lowered her arms to her side.
She sighed, "Mama you have to be here somewhere, I know it... I'll find you, I have to know your not angry at me anymore." Holding the knife close she got to her knees and laid herself down on the floor. Angela was beginning to feel that groggy sensation again when she was sleepy out of her mind. She pushed the knife flat against her chest with her left hand, and used her right as a pillow, as she closed her eyes. Resting would do her some good, and then maybe when she woke, she hoped that she wouldn't be there anymore. But the gloomy sensation that came over her like a title wave only made her more depressed that she couldn't find her mother, couldn't completely remember why she was mad at her, and the fact that she couldn't decide if it was better to just hide there and give in or keep fighting.
Twirling the knife now against the carpet she watching it reflect a bright silver light into her eyes, and highlight the blood stains that made her think about the easy way out of all this, and yet at the same time, her urge to find her mother was the only thing that kept her from considering it.
That's right, Angela locked all of the doors for poor James to have to unlock rofl! XD
Please comment and I'll get to work on Ch.3 soon! =D