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Shadow's Dance
By NinJinChan
Rated R
Chapter 3
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Alone for a while, she'd been searching and stumbling through the dark, tripping over the juts in the tile floor below her. What she was looking for, she didn't know, except that she knew it was up ahead, always ahead. It seemed that the further she went forward, the further she was from her goal, but she kept on walking down the endless hallway.
With each step she took, her shoes made a resonant clicking sound that echoed forever down the long corridor into oblivion and beyond. Behind her a faint slip-slop sound could be heard, like what you would imagine a slimy frog would make as he hopped down a hallway. But it wasn't a frog. That much she knew. It had a rank odor that permeated the hall, spreading its foul wings and sweeping its smell through her and all around her, surrounding her in its dark clutches.
Every time she tried to glance behind her to catch a glimpse of the thing that clogged up her senses, she would lose balance and the world would twist and turn around her, swirling the hall together and placing her back on her feet, continuing her journey ahead. The corridor didn't want her to know what was behind her, and that's what scared her the most. It knew what it was, and yet the evil thing wouldn't let her see what was stalking her in the dark of the night.
And even more confusing, when Bra looked at herself, she was all decked out, like she was about to go to Cinderella's ball. She had on dried-blood red stilettos with what looked like rubies decorating the thin straps that held them on to her feet. The only problem was that those rubies didn't gleam; they reflected no light, showing off a matte look. It was as if they ate the light. And her dress looked as if it was once white and pure, but no longer. It was the color of age old blood, almost as if the dress itself had once been covered in blood, but is now so ancient so as to have been dried into the fabric. And in her hair was a veil, much like one that would be worn by a bride. But no bride would ever wear this veil down the isle; for, upon its white lace were blackened spots and other foul colors.
Try as she might, Bra could not figure out the portent of this nightmare. The nameless terror stalking her and the vivid, yet horrifying, outfit she wore meant nothing to her conscious thoughts.
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Shadow's Dance
By NinJinChan
Rated R
Chapter 3
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Alone for a while, she'd been searching and stumbling through the dark, tripping over the juts in the tile floor below her. What she was looking for, she didn't know, except that she knew it was up ahead, always ahead. It seemed that the further she went forward, the further she was from her goal, but she kept on walking down the endless hallway.
With each step she took, her shoes made a resonant clicking sound that echoed forever down the long corridor into oblivion and beyond. Behind her a faint slip-slop sound could be heard, like what you would imagine a slimy frog would make as he hopped down a hallway. But it wasn't a frog. That much she knew. It had a rank odor that permeated the hall, spreading its foul wings and sweeping its smell through her and all around her, surrounding her in its dark clutches.
Every time she tried to glance behind her to catch a glimpse of the thing that clogged up her senses, she would lose balance and the world would twist and turn around her, swirling the hall together and placing her back on her feet, continuing her journey ahead. The corridor didn't want her to know what was behind her, and that's what scared her the most. It knew what it was, and yet the evil thing wouldn't let her see what was stalking her in the dark of the night.
And even more confusing, when Bra looked at herself, she was all decked out, like she was about to go to Cinderella's ball. She had on dried-blood red stilettos with what looked like rubies decorating the thin straps that held them on to her feet. The only problem was that those rubies didn't gleam; they reflected no light, showing off a matte look. It was as if they ate the light. And her dress looked as if it was once white and pure, but no longer. It was the color of age old blood, almost as if the dress itself had once been covered in blood, but is now so ancient so as to have been dried into the fabric. And in her hair was a veil, much like one that would be worn by a bride. But no bride would ever wear this veil down the isle; for, upon its white lace were blackened spots and other foul colors.
Try as she might, Bra could not figure out the portent of this nightmare. The nameless terror stalking her and the vivid, yet horrifying, outfit she wore meant nothing to her conscious thoughts.
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