Author's Note:
Gosh what a busy week! It's like all my teachers decided to dump papers and book reports on us before Spring Break, luckily for me I don't have a lot of work over the break so hopefully I will be writing more.
Any way I want to thank everyone who has been reviewing and favoriting and following this story, I feel as if this story kind of differs from my others...not sure how but it just feels different to me.
Thanks everyone for everything!
Read on!~
The darkness seems to swell around them, suffocating and clingy like tar, the shadows pulsing dully around their forms which are shrouded from view.
"Here," a warm paw closes around hers, she can feel the crisp texture of his stitches against her clammy skin, "Quiet...they're listening," his voice is soft, barely a whisper that is nearly swallowed whole by the dark.
Brittany nods then remembers that he can't see her...or at least she assumes he can't.
"Why are your eyes glowing?" she whispers as the luminescent orbs flicker to the left like gas fueled flames within a lantern.
"Glowing?" he repeats, tripping over the 'g' momentarily, the word foreign on his tongue though he knows the meaning of the word and his eyebrows draw together in confusion.
"Yeah, glowing like lights," the chipette explains as the ochre beams drift back to train on her, the embers flickering like flames in the wind.
"I don't know, but we have to be quick," His grip tightens causing the cool metal to dig into the velvety flesh of her palm, she barely opens her mouth to respond and he's already toating her along through the endless corkscrewed halls.
"You don't seem to remember a lot, I don't know if I should trust you," the words escape her mouth before she has the chance to think them over, though the munk tugging her along doesn't flatter in his hurried pace.
"And I should trust you?" Brittany frowns at his response and bites back quickly, "I haven't done anything to make you think otherwise!" his paw squeezes hers briefly and she realizes with embarrassment that he hasn't done anything to make himself appear untrustworthy, if anything he provided the companionship she has yearned for for months.
"Trust me if you want...but if I wanted to..." he pauses as he fumbles with his words, slowing his pace a little as she feels a cool draft brush through her fur, they're near the back of the housing quarters, they'd have to cross the courtyard to reach the administrations office.
"If I wanted to harm you I would've done so a week ago," he points out simply, Brittany can picture the annoyed scowl upon his face at his stammering speech, he wants to learn so badly how to communicate correctly.
"Do you know what's going on...why the patients look like zombies?" Brittany gasps as a sharp bitter wind bites through the thin sleeves of her shirt, she squints against the sudden onslaught of the outside elements and realizes that Alvin has released her paw.
She can make out the ashen outline of him standing in the doorway, leaning against the door to prop it open for her, his gas-light eyes probing her own azure gaze.
"They are becoming zombies," Alvin answers steely, the chipette can make out a muscle in his jaw working as he grits his teeth silently, she passes him and steps into the courtyard, the munk allowing the door to swing closed heavily behind them.
"That's impossible! Zombies aren't real they're..." Alvin cuts her off, raising a scarred hand as he lifts his face to the wind like a dog, his eyes flickering to the left where the courtyard connects with the west wing...where the actual mentally insane are said to be housed...
Brittany closes her mouth and keeps it closed, the wind whipping her auburn brown against her forehead, a few strands dipping down to flutter against the dark ebony tips of her eyelashes.
Alvin takes a tenacious step to the side, blocking the chipette from sight as something shuffles across the gravel, Brittany peeks over the maroon cloaked shoulder of her friend and bites back a sound of disgust.
The patient drags along a leg twisted backwards as he stumbles into the pale waning moonlight, a long gash along his neck oozes a think tar-like substance that doesn't resemble blood in the slightest, it's like they were filled with the remains of decayed organisms and the scent that wafts off his pale form makes the two rodents want to gag.
The stench is balmy and acrid, as if he had been rotting in the sun for days...perhaps he was, no one has ever seen people exit the west wing.
They go in and don't come out.
Alvin's urgent whisper jolts Brittany from her grotesque thoughts, "They started the experiment in the west wing...they thought bodily harm would trigger the transformation," She frowns, opening her mouth to question his knowledge upon the happenings that were unfolding around them when the shuffling patient suddenly stops, swinging his head around to face them.
Pearl-gray eyes stare blankly ahead, peering through them instead of at them, Alvin's whole posture suddenly changes and Brittany is stunned by the precise tensing of his muscles that tremble against the stitches as if bracing for impact.
He looks so strong...so incredibly strong and I've never noticed...what is he?
A hungry snarl rips through the moonlit yard and the patient is suddenly hurling himself across the distance separating them, moving too fast, way too fast for a 'zombie'.
Brittany staggers back in alarm as Alvin simply vanishes, the ground by her paws quivering as she watches a blur of russet and red slam into the patient, the once humanoid being soaring into a large pillar across the yard, the faded beauty of the pillar cracks into spider-webbed veins as the body connects with a sickening fleshy 'splat'.
Her stomach churns as the body crumples to the ground and no longer moves, her body trembles slightly as she turns her wide cerulean eyes on the munk standing at the center of the yard, his back to her as he stares at the broken form upon the earth.
Brittany's breath catches in her throat as he turns his attention to her, an unearthly calm laced upon the stitched-scarred planes of his face, a face she was beginning to view as belonging to a complete stranger.
"We have to move," his voice is soft, the golden topaz of his eyes revealing nothing as she walks over to join him, quietly accepting his paw in hers again.
The two begin to trek across the yard again, neither speaking.
Brittany finally has to break the unbearable silence, "What are you?"
His shoulders tense and he glances sidelong at her, studying the chipette intently, her jaw is clenched silently in stubborn curiosity and her sharp blue eyes probe his, searching deep within the windows to his soul...to the thing that he is.
He turns away, dropping her paw as he shoves open the doors leading into the office, "I'll let you know when I find out myself,"
I had so much fun using the new words I've found, they make me feel like a real author...what is Alvin exactly? Stitched together...lost memory...incredible physical attributes, well we know he's been experimented on that's for sure xD
yay thanks for reading!
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