Ahem...sorry^100 for not updating sooner.
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Chapter 2
Fingers of rock protruded from the surface reaching for the heavens, all the while trying to escape their dark kingdom. Whereas others plunged down into the darkness of oblivion, reaching further than the eye could see into the fireball core of this desolate rock.
For miles, dust swirled majestically through the scorched dry air, taking the form of dancing apparitions skipping round the three witches' cauldron. The cauldron in this case being two souls lying still, no shiver or twitch, on the barren earth, red and gold spreading outwards from them...
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Darkness encompassed Trance's mind. The feeling loneliness engulfed her, but a feeling of floating brought peace and put to rest her fears.
However, a small speck of light was growing and expanding to her right, although she couldn't really tell, as she had no feeling of what was up or down. The light grew in radiance, expanding in every direction, then stopped. She tried to move, do something, but nothing worked. The light sat like it was taunting and ridiculing her. She stared back into its blinding depths. All of a sudden, it turned crimson, taking the form of a figure. Black hole eyes took shape where its head would be. Trance could do nothing, frozen in ice-cold fear that clung and grasped at her. She stared into her nemesis's eyes. Then the demon reached a blood stained hand out towards her, placing it upon her forehead. Agonizing pain coursed through every sense she had, torturing every fibre of her being, screaming till her throat was raw, but it wouldn't stop...
She bolted up right, gasping painful raw breaths, and a terrified scream dieing in her throat. Eyes darted around looking for any sign of Him, but all that greeted her was a dead landscape. Sighing in relief and while trying to calm her breathing, 'I hate it when I die,' she mused to herself.
Then she remembered how she got into the predicament, and terror slammed into her once again. Memories of being thrown through the air like one of Harper's empty cola cans assaulted her mind.
Trance's breathing stop. Harper. There was no sight or sounds from him. And when that happened, it was never a good sign.
"Harper?!" she called out, her voice cracking as it felt like someone had taken a nano-wielder to her throat.
Trance waited anxiously but the only reply was silence. 'I never liked silence, usually means something bad is going to happen,' she thought to herself.
Seeing there was no other option but to look for him - perhaps a gruesome task depending on what she found - she checked herself over. Considering what she had been through, she was quite amazed to find only scrapes and bumps.
Trance slowly got to her feet, her back groaning a little in protest to the movement. Once up, she got a better look at her new surroundings. The once flat endless plain was now full of jagged cliffs and gaping holes, and boulders littered the ground. Tiny particles of dirt blowing in the strengthen wind felt like tiny but painful bites against her face and bare arms.
Looking around, there was no sign of Harper. To her left there was a large gathering of rocks, ranging in sizes. Glancing to that area, a knot grew heavy in her stomach and she had a strong feeling that she'd unfortunately find Harper there.
Slowly moving towards that area, her instincts grew stronger within her. Bracing herself she took the final steps towards her destination. Looking down, there was a dribble of blood at her foot. Lifting her eyes a bit, there he was.
Trance's eyes grew wide and a hand shot to her mouth as she gasped, trying hard to keep the nausea that threatened to overcome her, at bay. Looking down at Harper, she knew in her heart that there was no way he could have survived.
TBC...
I know its really short but i thought I may as well give you something and I'm already working on the next part :)
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Chapter 2
Fingers of rock protruded from the surface reaching for the heavens, all the while trying to escape their dark kingdom. Whereas others plunged down into the darkness of oblivion, reaching further than the eye could see into the fireball core of this desolate rock.
For miles, dust swirled majestically through the scorched dry air, taking the form of dancing apparitions skipping round the three witches' cauldron. The cauldron in this case being two souls lying still, no shiver or twitch, on the barren earth, red and gold spreading outwards from them...
*************
Darkness encompassed Trance's mind. The feeling loneliness engulfed her, but a feeling of floating brought peace and put to rest her fears.
However, a small speck of light was growing and expanding to her right, although she couldn't really tell, as she had no feeling of what was up or down. The light grew in radiance, expanding in every direction, then stopped. She tried to move, do something, but nothing worked. The light sat like it was taunting and ridiculing her. She stared back into its blinding depths. All of a sudden, it turned crimson, taking the form of a figure. Black hole eyes took shape where its head would be. Trance could do nothing, frozen in ice-cold fear that clung and grasped at her. She stared into her nemesis's eyes. Then the demon reached a blood stained hand out towards her, placing it upon her forehead. Agonizing pain coursed through every sense she had, torturing every fibre of her being, screaming till her throat was raw, but it wouldn't stop...
She bolted up right, gasping painful raw breaths, and a terrified scream dieing in her throat. Eyes darted around looking for any sign of Him, but all that greeted her was a dead landscape. Sighing in relief and while trying to calm her breathing, 'I hate it when I die,' she mused to herself.
Then she remembered how she got into the predicament, and terror slammed into her once again. Memories of being thrown through the air like one of Harper's empty cola cans assaulted her mind.
Trance's breathing stop. Harper. There was no sight or sounds from him. And when that happened, it was never a good sign.
"Harper?!" she called out, her voice cracking as it felt like someone had taken a nano-wielder to her throat.
Trance waited anxiously but the only reply was silence. 'I never liked silence, usually means something bad is going to happen,' she thought to herself.
Seeing there was no other option but to look for him - perhaps a gruesome task depending on what she found - she checked herself over. Considering what she had been through, she was quite amazed to find only scrapes and bumps.
Trance slowly got to her feet, her back groaning a little in protest to the movement. Once up, she got a better look at her new surroundings. The once flat endless plain was now full of jagged cliffs and gaping holes, and boulders littered the ground. Tiny particles of dirt blowing in the strengthen wind felt like tiny but painful bites against her face and bare arms.
Looking around, there was no sign of Harper. To her left there was a large gathering of rocks, ranging in sizes. Glancing to that area, a knot grew heavy in her stomach and she had a strong feeling that she'd unfortunately find Harper there.
Slowly moving towards that area, her instincts grew stronger within her. Bracing herself she took the final steps towards her destination. Looking down, there was a dribble of blood at her foot. Lifting her eyes a bit, there he was.
Trance's eyes grew wide and a hand shot to her mouth as she gasped, trying hard to keep the nausea that threatened to overcome her, at bay. Looking down at Harper, she knew in her heart that there was no way he could have survived.
TBC...
I know its really short but i thought I may as well give you something and I'm already working on the next part :)