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Chapter IV
His eyes snapped open . His blood was pounding through his veins and he felt a sudden coppery taste in his mouth. Wanting to spit out whatever it was Nigel found that he couldn't move. He couldn't breathe; the salty liquid was filling up his mouth and his lungs couldn't seem to take in any air. Realizing he had no other choice he steeled his nerves and began to gulp whatever it was down.
Nearly fainting in shock as his body went rigid Nigel let out a sudden choked gasp as a red hot pain lanced through him. He felt as if his very soul was on fire. The heartbeats pounding was growing louder by the second but still that chilling now seductive voice was calling his name.
Nigel…
There was another sound rising around him, taking over his mind with its persistence. Screaming. Men, woman and children alike in their cacophonic hysteria. The statues lips felt like molten metal. A strong wind whistled through the lengthy hall and the screams harmonized with its shriek.
Sydney ceased her struggling against the invisible force holding her back as she crouched down to avoid the berating wind. Lightening flashed from some unseen source, but how could this be? They were inside a building! Squinting her eyes as tears ran from them as the bitter wind stung her eyeballs she peered up at the pedestal where Nigel was.
Biting back a gasp of fear she looked on helplessly as her friend's eyes turned crimson and his frozen body appeared to be encircled in hazy wisps of a purplish mist. An almighty roar shook the chamber and for a moment, as the lightening flashed, Sydney could have sworn the statue was alive and blinked at her.
Nigel's hair was blowing wildly about his stricken face and as the wind tossed it he could glimpse the twisting strands turning jet black. The screams in his ears grew to unbearable proportions and he was sure his ears would start to bleed. He felt as though he would be ripped apart in this tremendous onslaught of his senses.
Yet as suddenly as it had started it stopped. A eerie calm descended on the picture as the wind died and each of the oil burners flared into life as one. Movement came back to him and he collapsed to the floor as his legs gave way beneath him. His vision no longer held a scarlet tint and he became aware of someone breathing rapidly behind him
Turning he saw Sydney swiping her windswept hair out of her eyes. Reaching out to her he was shocked when she flinched slightly out of his grasp. Focusing on her face, however, Nigel could tell that she wasn't staring at him in a sense of abject horror. Apprehensive of what he might see, Nigel slowly turned his gaze to the woman sitting on the throne.
Her garments fluttered slightly in the slight breeze of remaining trapped wind and strands of her long black hair floated lazily around her head. The gold necklaces and bracelets clinked a little as she moved in her seat to look haughtily down on the two terrified young adults cowering at her feet.
Her pale pink lips somewhat at the corners to unveil a terrible smile, beautiful, but unsettling as she witnessed Sydney's abrupt mood change to reveal her usual attitude of utter determination.
"I wouldn't do that if I were you."
AN - OK, after much deliberation I managed to dreg this up out of my imagination. I wonder if any of you can guess what is going to happen next? Hope you all like what happened in this instalment anyway. Please read and review, I promise to answer every comment you make in the next chapter
Reviewers Feedback
Airefree051 - This is getting to be a regular thing, lol. Thank you for your review, you always say such encouraging things. Hopefully in the next chapter you might get a few explanations, I'll see what my muse come up with.
Silverblood666 - Hello again, thank you for your review, I hope you enjoyed the latest chapter!
Meggo - I know it's creepy and I assure you there is nothing wrong with me, lol. I know it seems a bit odd what Nigel is doing but it needs to be this way to tie in with the rest of the story and it is supposed to be a creepy story, so if I weirded you out then I must be doing a reasonable job, right? (Besides, who said Nigel was doing this voluntarily anyway?!)
Chapter IV
His eyes snapped open . His blood was pounding through his veins and he felt a sudden coppery taste in his mouth. Wanting to spit out whatever it was Nigel found that he couldn't move. He couldn't breathe; the salty liquid was filling up his mouth and his lungs couldn't seem to take in any air. Realizing he had no other choice he steeled his nerves and began to gulp whatever it was down.
Nearly fainting in shock as his body went rigid Nigel let out a sudden choked gasp as a red hot pain lanced through him. He felt as if his very soul was on fire. The heartbeats pounding was growing louder by the second but still that chilling now seductive voice was calling his name.
Nigel…
There was another sound rising around him, taking over his mind with its persistence. Screaming. Men, woman and children alike in their cacophonic hysteria. The statues lips felt like molten metal. A strong wind whistled through the lengthy hall and the screams harmonized with its shriek.
Sydney ceased her struggling against the invisible force holding her back as she crouched down to avoid the berating wind. Lightening flashed from some unseen source, but how could this be? They were inside a building! Squinting her eyes as tears ran from them as the bitter wind stung her eyeballs she peered up at the pedestal where Nigel was.
Biting back a gasp of fear she looked on helplessly as her friend's eyes turned crimson and his frozen body appeared to be encircled in hazy wisps of a purplish mist. An almighty roar shook the chamber and for a moment, as the lightening flashed, Sydney could have sworn the statue was alive and blinked at her.
Nigel's hair was blowing wildly about his stricken face and as the wind tossed it he could glimpse the twisting strands turning jet black. The screams in his ears grew to unbearable proportions and he was sure his ears would start to bleed. He felt as though he would be ripped apart in this tremendous onslaught of his senses.
Yet as suddenly as it had started it stopped. A eerie calm descended on the picture as the wind died and each of the oil burners flared into life as one. Movement came back to him and he collapsed to the floor as his legs gave way beneath him. His vision no longer held a scarlet tint and he became aware of someone breathing rapidly behind him
Turning he saw Sydney swiping her windswept hair out of her eyes. Reaching out to her he was shocked when she flinched slightly out of his grasp. Focusing on her face, however, Nigel could tell that she wasn't staring at him in a sense of abject horror. Apprehensive of what he might see, Nigel slowly turned his gaze to the woman sitting on the throne.
Her garments fluttered slightly in the slight breeze of remaining trapped wind and strands of her long black hair floated lazily around her head. The gold necklaces and bracelets clinked a little as she moved in her seat to look haughtily down on the two terrified young adults cowering at her feet.
Her pale pink lips somewhat at the corners to unveil a terrible smile, beautiful, but unsettling as she witnessed Sydney's abrupt mood change to reveal her usual attitude of utter determination.
"I wouldn't do that if I were you."
AN - OK, after much deliberation I managed to dreg this up out of my imagination. I wonder if any of you can guess what is going to happen next? Hope you all like what happened in this instalment anyway. Please read and review, I promise to answer every comment you make in the next chapter
Reviewers Feedback
Airefree051 - This is getting to be a regular thing, lol. Thank you for your review, you always say such encouraging things. Hopefully in the next chapter you might get a few explanations, I'll see what my muse come up with.
Silverblood666 - Hello again, thank you for your review, I hope you enjoyed the latest chapter!
Meggo - I know it's creepy and I assure you there is nothing wrong with me, lol. I know it seems a bit odd what Nigel is doing but it needs to be this way to tie in with the rest of the story and it is supposed to be a creepy story, so if I weirded you out then I must be doing a reasonable job, right? (Besides, who said Nigel was doing this voluntarily anyway?!)