Whew! That took long enough. I've been busy with.things. You know,
sleeping, eating, watching T.V..sitting around and doing nothing.. In any
case, a painfully short chapter six has arrived! This, I believe, is the
best chapter yet. Even though it hints at my current FF9 obsession ;
The night was thick with darkness. Not that it's possible. None the less, it seemed, Dagger mused, that one could reach out and touch it, that it was like-oh, what's the word-felt. That's it. The darkness seemed like black felt. He sighed, shortly, realizing that philosophizing about the night in bad clichés meant that he had reached a new height of boredom. It was bad enough to have a slow guard job, but now he had nothing to look at but black felt all night.
/Snap/. Dagger tensed at the sudden noise, then calmed. /Probably just a.squirrel in the woods. Or maybe a rabbit.some sort of small animal./ He looked about himself warily, which was useless considering he couldn't see a thing.
Then, they came. Footsteps.
Not real loud, like many people made, but solid and clear, like one person. They grew louder.Dagger had hoped that they would fade, but it grew evident they were coming his way.
"Who's there?" He called out, voice wavering. No response. He grew uneasy, and called out again, "who's there? Is anybody-"
A hand clasped over his mouth suddenly. "Quiet." A wispy, deep voice said with ultimate calm. Dagger dared nor to speak, until the hand removed itself from his mouth.
"What do you want?" he whispered. He felt the presence of this person in front of him. The man moved his face up to Dagger's, barely keeping them from contacting. He wasn't as tall as his presence might suggest, for they met eye to eye. Dagger was frozen. The man's eyes glinted maniacally.
His lips barely met Daggers, and they formed the words: "I'll settle for your life."
Before Dagger could respond, he felt and burning pain sear through his stomach. He screamed, and couldn't tell when his eyes no longer held vision within this world.
The man thrust his weapon brutally out of Dagger, and let him fall to the cobblestone below. He threw his head back and laughed, mane of crimson hair sliding over his shoulders and down his back. He laughed out loud until his voice rebelled in his throat and would no longer give out a sound.
The night was thick with darkness. Not that it's possible. None the less, it seemed, Dagger mused, that one could reach out and touch it, that it was like-oh, what's the word-felt. That's it. The darkness seemed like black felt. He sighed, shortly, realizing that philosophizing about the night in bad clichés meant that he had reached a new height of boredom. It was bad enough to have a slow guard job, but now he had nothing to look at but black felt all night.
/Snap/. Dagger tensed at the sudden noise, then calmed. /Probably just a.squirrel in the woods. Or maybe a rabbit.some sort of small animal./ He looked about himself warily, which was useless considering he couldn't see a thing.
Then, they came. Footsteps.
Not real loud, like many people made, but solid and clear, like one person. They grew louder.Dagger had hoped that they would fade, but it grew evident they were coming his way.
"Who's there?" He called out, voice wavering. No response. He grew uneasy, and called out again, "who's there? Is anybody-"
A hand clasped over his mouth suddenly. "Quiet." A wispy, deep voice said with ultimate calm. Dagger dared nor to speak, until the hand removed itself from his mouth.
"What do you want?" he whispered. He felt the presence of this person in front of him. The man moved his face up to Dagger's, barely keeping them from contacting. He wasn't as tall as his presence might suggest, for they met eye to eye. Dagger was frozen. The man's eyes glinted maniacally.
His lips barely met Daggers, and they formed the words: "I'll settle for your life."
Before Dagger could respond, he felt and burning pain sear through his stomach. He screamed, and couldn't tell when his eyes no longer held vision within this world.
The man thrust his weapon brutally out of Dagger, and let him fall to the cobblestone below. He threw his head back and laughed, mane of crimson hair sliding over his shoulders and down his back. He laughed out loud until his voice rebelled in his throat and would no longer give out a sound.