Authoress Note: This is chapter two. Typed thoroughly without thought as the first. I found that this is a much better method as it seems to sound less forced, more true, and even better detailed.
Disclaimer: I own this, what more is there to disclaim? Oh besides the appropriately cited quote below.
"They say dreams are the windows of the soul--take a peek and you can see the inner workings, the nuts and bolts." – Henry Bromel, Northern Exposure, The Big Kiss, 1991
Red eyes. Piercing her, watching her every move. No motion now, just the thin drip…drip…drip of water from some pipe in this expansive dark. But she knew that one fact. Red eyes. Unordinary, strange, piercing red eyes….killer's eyes….a predator in the dark. She heard footstep, but they were heading away from her. She felt like she should follow, to move one foot ahead of the other and follow the predator. The hare following the fox to find an escape. And without even the slightest argument in her mind, her feet followed, moving her body and her empty thoughts. She heard the footsteps disappear and felt around, her hand hitting a dull rusted nail in a board and she let out a light gasp of pain shoving her wounded finger into her mouth, feeling the blood there and the tears in her eyes. She could still feel those eyes, and they seemed even more of interested on her as she stood there. Had the hare made the wrong move into a trap? No…no…this was the hallway.
She felt the door ahead of her and pushed it open looking back. But there was less light now, as the sun was finishing up its finally goodbye as the moon began is ascent in the darkening sky. But for one second, she saw the figure watching her from the doorway, a dim figure, but it had those red eyes. And it stood watching before rushing away, as if it had never been there. The water never rippling, the sounds of footsteps unheard. For a moment, she felt no fear but after it had left, an apparition to the eyes, she felt unease and quickly turned and ran. And she swore all the way home that those red eyes were following her down the hill, through the streets, and up to the second she got on the porch.
But when she looked, there was nothing there. No hidden ghoul to attack her imagination, no silhouette of a man in the doorway, and no shadows running past in the dark. Just the calm dusk and familiar calm air of a small town on the banks of the river. But she still felt them. They were asking her for something…they were longing…asking her for some knowledge….they weren't cruel or unusual at all in this feeling. She took a deep breathe going inside and heading to her room.
All night she could see those eyes, she could see the silhouette of a man sitting by a window in the moonlight. He was saying something unheard, he was gazing at her. She felt confusion, a need for guidance, and yet…yet hope and a great vast amount of knowledge. What was it that he was saying? What was that object in his hand? Why couldn't she make them out….what was that strange beeping…? It wasn't of this place…no it was far off. It was screaming for something and the figure before her smiled and said one last thing as he stared at her. No, she heard someone else to. A voice…yelling for her, yet so far off. 'Wake…up?' She thought, even her thoughts seemed off to herself, more so then the voice that was getting louder and louder, yet not as loud as that mechanical beeping in her brain, that shook even the vision of this serene man from her mind as she slowly began to peel her eyes open….
Okayies, I know I said I was updating my yu-gi-oh fanfic, but it's at home and I forgot the geek whistle. So here's a small chapter for this story..
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