AN: So I know I am just not trying to just pop these out left and right. I really was just in a huge writing spirit. I also didn't want to loose the idea I had for it while it was coming through my mind. I mean I am making it up as I go but I do enjoy the ideas that are coming. I might just write a lot then post as I go along so I have something incase I miss a deadline is
I do not own Escaflowne.
Into the Rain
Chapter 3: Terror in the Night
Thunk… Thunk… Thunk… The grandfather clock from down stairs seemed to echo through the house louder than ever. Maybe more than she ever noticed before fading.
Silence became of the room as Hitomi's green eyes had closed to release to sleep. The light with in the room flickered before blowing out like a flame of a candle. The shadows of the room began to surround the light forcing it to retreat.
The honey blonde breathing in and out deeply already spirited away to a dream in no time. A figure stood with in the shadows looking over the jacket. It ruffled the jacket and wrapped itself in it, as it became part of the shadow figure. It could only stare from a distance at Hitomi as she slept.
In her dream she stood as she had from earlier during the day watching as the train travel by. She looked down to find a white feather with in her hand she held it delicately in her hand as if it had never been touched by the rain as pure as if it was freshly taken from a bird.
The water felt as cold as it did when she ran out earlier. The cold biting at her feet and ankles with the reflections rippling through out the ocean in which she stood.
The train sounded as she stood in the ocean of rainwater surrounded by forests with the rain traveling slowly in front of her ripping through the water. Simple and quiet as it was, the scene in which she stood, minus the humming of the rain beating down.
The Déjà vu was difficult to take but this is not how the day truly played out. The feather began to lift in her hands. She quickly looked down before it blew out of her hand and she turned quickly to follow on the strange wind to its owner behind her.
Thunk… Thunk… Thunk…
The sounds of the grandfather clock echo with in her ear like her own heartbeat, a steadier beat than her own.
Looking back she saw the back of the strange boy from earlier. This time she could tell some features of him. He seemed to be not that much taller than her and raven colored hair. His body ridged even with the coat he wore.
She opened her mouth to speak to him while raised her hand as if she was able to reach out to touch him.
The mood changed.
It was a fearful sight.
The room began to flood it's self with a black darkness. Ripping through the very scene that was once calm delicate as it really was, now to be torn asunder with anger into a void of black.
Pulling back in fear wanting to scream or let some sound out found she had no voice. The figure before her had disappeared and she was alone before starting to sink with into the void where she struggled.
Hitomi woke in a fright as she fell out of her bed hitting the floor. She was sweating and breathing hard from her dream and looked up to notice her light was off and the room dark.
The sweat rolled down as she looked at her window as it was open and her draped curtain was fluttering from the slight breeze as the rain dripped lightly in. She quickly got up closing it and turned to look around the room.
'What in the world?'
This was a strange event enough as her mind was racing. She walked over trying to avoid anything that may have been moved around and tried to turn on her light. The switch on the small lamp would not turn the light on. She sighed frustrated and switched on the main light.
The room was as is should be with one item missing.
The jacket was not where she left it. It was gone.
Puzzled she just decided to let it go and flipped the light off before crawling back into bed.
It was gone. There was no point in worrying about it after all the strange events. She didn't feel like telling her friends would help the situation at all either.
Thunk… Thunk… Thunk….
The blessed grandfather clock was so loud tonight and seemed never ending in its plight to break the silence of the night.
It must have been her imagination running wild as was her boredom running her in circles with the lack of activities.
Placing herself back into the bed she covered up her self and noticed her feet sticking out from the end of her bed.
'This is what must of made my feet so cold..'
The window still puzzled her. Unless she woke up randomly and opened it she doubt she did it. At this point her clock on the desk was blaring a bright 3am in the morning. Grumbling she pulled the folded blanket near her feet around her to cover where her other bed covers didn't.
She slightly grumbled at how the night's events went. Cuddling up with the blankets to warm herself again she eventually drifted back to sleep without a single disturbance.
The morning broke through and graced her face through as it starts to lighten with the sun rising in the east side of the house that it faced. She grumbled groggily turning away from it not wanting to be woken after having such a rough morning.
"Hitomi! Breakfast," Her mother yelled from the bottom of the steps, "I am going to need your help today! We have some guests to tend to."
Grumbling she tried to ignore it before, "HITOMI! GET OUT OF BED THIS SECOND!"
She quickly scrambled to the door, "Ok! I'm up… I'll be down in a few."
She closed her door and slid down it as she looked around her room still sleepy.
She rubbed her eyes and hoisted herself up off the ground walking over to her dresser to put on some pants and a top. Picking up the brush she took out each knot and noticed her hair was getting longer than ever had it before. It was past her shoulders and she was too lazy to find a place to get it cut short again. She wrapped up her hair and placed it in a ponytail with a clip to hold up the hair better.
Sighing before she left her room she hurried down the stairs facing the mother a little cross at the lack of attentiveness by her daughter.
"Dear hurry up and eat. I'm going to need you to get the sheets out of the room and change them so I can quickly do the laundry. Make sure…"
"Make sure not to bother them if they are in the room. Yes Yes… I got it."
Her mother let a little sigh of relief and sincerely replying, "You will be starting school next week to help with the festival set up. I promise you will be able to leave the house soon to run around. You have all this energy built up from it raining constantly."
Hitomi half smiled, as she was about to rush out of the room.
"Wait… What is this pretty necklace," Her mother asked stopping her.
She looked at her mother slightly puzzled before remembering the item she had picked up from the night before. It had completely slipped her mind when changing her cloths from being groggy.
"Did I buy this for you?"
Hitomi paused thinking of how she should answer, "Yea…. I think we got it on our trip to the bigger city near by. They had the beer festival papa wanted to see."
It was a total lie but she didn't know how to explain without exposing that she went running in the cold sopping rain without a jacket or shoes.
"Huh… ok. Well…," She looked over to the clock, " Oh gosh! Get going! It's rooms 105 and 106. They left this morning to go look at homes and I don't want them coming back at 12pm to a messy room!"
Hitomi ran off to take care of her afternoon as the pendent bounced around. She slowed as she got half way up the walkway and glanced it over before tucking it in her shirt.
Hopefully she would get to leave the house later on that day to visit the mountains to take some pictures. This was becoming a hobby with the small temple up closer to the far end of the road. It was not to far from some abandon buildings that look like a small theme park. As odd as it was this town tried to draw more business but it is said the mountains are haunted with the spirit of the forest wanting to remain vigilant with remaining as beautiful.
The truth is the man went broke before finishing it. They too are English style like the Inn but it faired time better as it was closer to town and the tiny artisan shops.
The town get's some small movies made in it and its placed on some get away shows. Not as many people visit because of the quietness of it till major festivals where those in the surrounding towns come to visit families. The towns north and south of us are much larger with beer festivals and in general more attractions with the historical value. The area stayed quiet because people try to keep out those wanting to sell everything leaving for local artists to have their quiet nature to sell at the larger markets.
Many writers come here for inspiration but unless you are looking for the solace of nature no one really came.
She knew this because many of the kids were more than excited that she had shown up. The movies they made were small independent and gone with in days. The mountains were mysterious because of their aura in the valley. The rumors of ghosts keeps some sales men away while others try to buy the land but have it stolen from them by locals.
The Inn was warmly lit with a Victorian feel inside even if the building wasn't quite that on it's one level. Beautiful molds on the walls and soft colored rooms to bounce the light of as you walk through each room. Some stain glass made the light dance around the rooms people could occupy for reading or writing; each room different than the next with tearoom, library, and fireplace dinning room. It would be like a normal house if it wasn't for all the rooms past this area decorated with their own bathrooms. The house was a dollhouse of ornate portions. Her grandmother loved the beauty of it and collected items to make it feel as such.
The afternoon passed by with a rush you it was like watching life move fast forward in its motion. New tasks were given through out the day as her mother felt the need to clean more and more.
The day had ended on a note of a rush as the sky carried few clouds and the moon shined down on the town. Some stars flickered as she pass with her tasks with her final one to be was to take out the trash her father had forgotten to take. She placed her jacket on to take it to the corner where the collector would pick it up in his truck tomorrow to have it removed.
It was cold enough to see her breath in the night as she lifted the net placing the trash under it so no roaming animals would get it.
The town at times as it winds down and wraps around the side of the lower end of a mountainside with each home bucking up next to each other. The few modern features being the spot lit road with pole lamps. It marked where shadows could not reach as easy.
She looked around the especially quiet night with not a soul wondering. She didn't even see the people staying. At the Far end of town the largest home built in a traditional orient in fashion sat over looking its kingdom. The only thing that seemed to mock its view was our English style Inn. The family of that house had no children and was rarely seen outside of its walls. Most people never needed to venture to the area.
It was the winter that seemed scary with each tree moaning in the wind as its bone bare branches rubbed each other.
Shaking her head she could only wonder what the next few days would add. She looked down at the necklace that seemed to glow brightly under her shirt. She was a bit worried the owner of the necklace might coming looking once again for it and not be so friendly.
AN:
I am going to end the Chapter here. I'm working out some ideas but want to give you a taste of what is to come! 3
Thank you for reading!
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