FINALLY THE LOOOOOONG AWAITED THIRD CHAPTER.
Kuririn wanted to eat his words. Bite, chew, and swallow. Juuhachi's interest was piqued, and so was his, albeit reluctantly. He tugged on the brim of his emblem cap he trooped foreward. There wasn't a monsterous metal monster thingie like he's feared- simply a cabin. A quaint log shack-a-mabobber.
"Hey Juuhachi, it's just a cabin!" he called, relief evident in his voice. "But I wonder what it's doing out here in the middle of this forest? Juuha-?" he looked back and halted.
She was trembling. Actually trembling. The stonefaced, ice cyborg diva was actually trembling. And her face was tight, pinched, like she was trying desperately to hold something in.
Then it magically cleared. The face smoothed and she was calm once again. "Come on Kuririn, let's check it out. It's got to be more interesting than gathering firewood."
"Uh, Juuhachi, maybe that's not a good idea. What if someone lives here?"
"No! I mean, it's obviously abandoned. And if some vagrant accidentally stumbled upon it, we'll scare him off. Quit being such a scaredy cat"
Dumbfounded, Kuririn followed. Who'da thunk she'd have a word like 'scaredy-cat' in her vocabulary?
The rickety old door swung open with a creaking noise, eerie in the silence. And then they entered a bonafied nightmare.
Or at least the setting for one. There were cobwebs EVERYWHERE, along with spiders, bats, rats, and every other kind of small creature no one wanted to find in their home. The detestable animals fled at the sound of the two's arrival.
It was a one room shack that had three ancient twin beds and a small dresser along the far wall, a small dingy kitchenette in one corner and a low table and chairs not too far away. The rest of the room seemed to be a makeshift recieving area, with a moth-eaten recliner and sofa on a once beautiful oriental rug.
Something caught Kurirind attention to his left. Juuhachi was rummaging through the doors of an old desk he hadn't seen tucked into another corner. Not finding anything worth while there, she went to the dresser and started digging.
Kuririn watched in abject facination as Juuhachi's efforts turned up nothing. Then in the bottom drawer she hit paydirt. She pulled a picture frame out and blew a thick cloud of dust up from the surface. She used her shirt to wipe it then took a good look at the photograph encased within.
Kuririn was starting over to her when she froze. The frame clattered to the floor and the sound of shattering glass echoed throughout the night.
So how was that for a cliffhanger? The next chappie will be up real soon.
Kuririn wanted to eat his words. Bite, chew, and swallow. Juuhachi's interest was piqued, and so was his, albeit reluctantly. He tugged on the brim of his emblem cap he trooped foreward. There wasn't a monsterous metal monster thingie like he's feared- simply a cabin. A quaint log shack-a-mabobber.
"Hey Juuhachi, it's just a cabin!" he called, relief evident in his voice. "But I wonder what it's doing out here in the middle of this forest? Juuha-?" he looked back and halted.
She was trembling. Actually trembling. The stonefaced, ice cyborg diva was actually trembling. And her face was tight, pinched, like she was trying desperately to hold something in.
Then it magically cleared. The face smoothed and she was calm once again. "Come on Kuririn, let's check it out. It's got to be more interesting than gathering firewood."
"Uh, Juuhachi, maybe that's not a good idea. What if someone lives here?"
"No! I mean, it's obviously abandoned. And if some vagrant accidentally stumbled upon it, we'll scare him off. Quit being such a scaredy cat"
Dumbfounded, Kuririn followed. Who'da thunk she'd have a word like 'scaredy-cat' in her vocabulary?
The rickety old door swung open with a creaking noise, eerie in the silence. And then they entered a bonafied nightmare.
Or at least the setting for one. There were cobwebs EVERYWHERE, along with spiders, bats, rats, and every other kind of small creature no one wanted to find in their home. The detestable animals fled at the sound of the two's arrival.
It was a one room shack that had three ancient twin beds and a small dresser along the far wall, a small dingy kitchenette in one corner and a low table and chairs not too far away. The rest of the room seemed to be a makeshift recieving area, with a moth-eaten recliner and sofa on a once beautiful oriental rug.
Something caught Kurirind attention to his left. Juuhachi was rummaging through the doors of an old desk he hadn't seen tucked into another corner. Not finding anything worth while there, she went to the dresser and started digging.
Kuririn watched in abject facination as Juuhachi's efforts turned up nothing. Then in the bottom drawer she hit paydirt. She pulled a picture frame out and blew a thick cloud of dust up from the surface. She used her shirt to wipe it then took a good look at the photograph encased within.
Kuririn was starting over to her when she froze. The frame clattered to the floor and the sound of shattering glass echoed throughout the night.
So how was that for a cliffhanger? The next chappie will be up real soon.