Well…firstly to answer a few questions.
Yes, my story is AU.
Yes, the Prologue was kinda dark and the first chapter wasn't, but it was the prologue, remember. The prologue happens around the middle of the story.
And I'm not so sure if I'll be using other AX members. Probably not. But we'll see.
Now, with chapter 2…
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---chapter two—
---restriction—
A log, dark corridor stretched out before her. Thousand of creaky wooden door lined either side of the hallway.
There was little light. Only the flickering flame on the wax-dripping candle she had clutched in her hand. The woman lifted up her skirts and began to run, plunging the hall behind her into total darkness.
Esther had to run to keep up with the woman's pace. She was very fast.
The hallway was still pitch black. The woman was nowhere in sight. There were strange whispering noises seeming to come from within the walls. What the whispers said was inaudible, indistinguishable from her own labored breathing.
Adrenaline began to course through her veins. There was nowhere to go, except in one of the doors…
The doors seemed to be the only things she could see. Everywhere else she looked there was darkness. The blackness was suffocating.
She longed to scream, but found that when she opened her mouth to do so, nothing came out.
The whispers that had sounded from the walls became louder and more audible. They whispered menacingly top her as she ran.
'The Silence…the silence…the silence…'
Their whispers echoed throughout the pitch-black corridor.
She felt cool breath on the back of her neck, and before she could react, her mind was filled with a blindingly painful white light, and Esther knew no more…
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Esther sat up out of bed immediately, gasping and panting as if she had just run for miles. She had been dreaming…
No…this was no dream. It was some hellish nightmare. She vaguely remembered the details.
Dark…corridor…whispering…menacingly…the Silence…blinding light…
She couldn't remember a thing. But… the Silence? What did that mean? It had scared the hell out of her in her nightmare, she knew that much.
Well, it was just a nightmare, no big deal.
Right?
She gave her head a violent shake to clear her foggy mind. Well, whatever it was, it must have passed. It was only a nightmare, just a nightmare…
Then why did the corridor feel so…so…familiar? It was the weirdest thing, to have some kind of deja vu during a bad dream? It was weird all right, but there wasn't much she could actually do about it.
With a heavy sigh, Esther got up out of bed to change and get ready for the day. Another day…ugh…
After She had finished changing, she grabbed her cloak from off of a nearby chair, threw it over her shoulders and pulled the hood over her head, and walked out the door.
The sun shimmered brightly in the sky. Enough to give Esther a massive headache. Tugging her cloak more tightly around her, she picked up her pace, keeping her head down. Nobody seemed to recognize her. That was good. If someone did, she knew that she was sure to hear hell about it.
She paused in front of a run-down store. She couldn't believe that she was here of all places, but what other choice did she have? She only hoped that this old hag would have answers.
A stout, wrinkly old woman looked up from the tattered book she was reading. Her foggy, blind eyes stared unseeingly at Esther's cloaked face. "Why have you come here my dear? I sense something is troubling you."
Esther's reply was curt, "I had a nightmare."
"I see. And can you remember any key words or any important images?"
"Yes. A dark, dark corridor…"
The woman froze, her blind eyes wide and horrified.
Esther ignored this, continuing on, "and something about Silence."
A chilled wind swept through the small shop at the work, even though the door was tightly shut.
The small old woman went into a rage, her face livid.
"Out, out, OUT! OUT of my shop, how DARE you say such things in my presence, OUT!"
And with that, the fortune unceremoniously kecked Esther out of her run down shop.
"Damn." Esther muttered, rubbing her sore behind. "Today sucks."
What Esther did not notice, was the fact that her hood had fallen off. Only when she noticed a crowd gathering around her looking horrified did she realize it.
A stocky, hairy man stepped forward first and pointed a trembling finger at her.
"Y-you…y-you're…y-you're…her DAUGHTER aren't you?" The man looked fearful.
Another man stepped forward, looking vicious. "HOW DARE YOU SET FOOT OUT HERE YOU FILTHY WENCH! I'LL TEACH YOU NOT TO SHOW YOUR FACE HERE EVER AGAIN!" He bellowed loudly. There were choruses of agreement.
Esther swore and rummaged around on the ground for a rock, or any kind of self-defense weapon, because she knew she was screwed.
Why wouldn't she be, if she was the daughter of a mass murderer?
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And that's that! Sorry for taking so long to update, I had writer's block :P That was exhausting to write, even though it's not that long. Sorry if it sucks, I'm really tired right now…gah…Well, please review, and I'll also try to update Red and Blue soon.
That's all for now!
