Threatened
By Mara McCuniff
"You're trapped in halls, and my face is the walls
I'm the floor when you fall, and when you scream it's 'cause of me
I'm the living dead, the dark thoughts in your head
I know just what you said
That's why you've got to be threatened by me..."
Chapter Three: Trapped
Ginny muttered the password and made her way into the Prefects bathroom. Her eyelids felt like lead as she slowly blinked, locking the door she made her way towards one of the swimming pool sized bathtubs and turned on three of the taps. Dark blue bubbles rapidly filled the tub. Yawning widely Ginny stripped off her clothes and dipped herself into the warm water. Swimming a few laps, she breathed deeply, the spicy scent of the one of the taps filled her nostrils, snapping her awake.
She stopped at one of the sides and sunk underwater, loving the feeling of water all around her. She felt safe here. She was alone, she knew she was. She paddled her way back up, breaking the settled froth of bubbles. She smiled slightly as she slicked the foam out of her hair.
~*~*~*~
He watched her swim around the bathrub, before stopping and dunking herself under. He felt the smirk twist itself onto his face. This was going to be fun. She was going to pay for what she had done, she was going to go mad with terror, he would make sure of that.
He watched froth settle over the warm water. He drifted back to a wall, where he was shadowed and continued to watch, he saw her emerge, the water glistening off her thin, frail body, the blue foam covering her hair. He saw a small smile, and continued to wait...
~*~*~*~
She pulled herself out of the bathtub, watching the water swirl as it flowed down the drain, she grabbed her towel, wrapping it twice around her body. She threw her damp hair over her shoulder and walked over to the mirror. She swallowed.
He was there.
She could feel his prescense. It was strange how she could. She shivered, goose bumps rising on her skin. She went to pick her brush up from the counter but knocked it off.
"Damnit." She cursed under her breath, she bent down to pick it up, wipping her head back up.
He was looking at her. In the mirror. She smothered a scream and wipped around.
He wasnt there.
She looked wairily back at the mirror, he was still standing there. He ran a hand through his hair and smiled at her, raising his eyebrows. With great difficutly she swallowed and started running the brush through her hair, trying to ignore him.
He raised a hand and waved. She narrowed her eyes and once again turned around.
He wasnt there.
'What the hell?' She thought. He was definantly there, she could even hear him breathing. Her eyes flickered back to the mirror. How was she supposed to get dressed in front of him. She nibbled on her lip.
With her eyes attached to the mirror she saw him creep over to her clothes. He picked them up and flung them at her. Her nostrils flared. He didn't scare him anymore. He was just annoying the hell out of her now.
She picked up her clothes and let her towel drop to the ground. If he was here now, he had been here earlier. She saw his grin widen, she stared back in the mirror stubbornly before picking up her clothes and slowly slipping into them.
Once she was in her clothes she turned to leave, she walked to the door and reached for the doorknob. Her hand gripped the cool metal, her mind barely had a chance to register what was happening when pain like she had never felt before spread itself like a wildfire through her limbs. She let out a startled cry and let go of the door.
It stopped.
She let out a frustrated growl and try again, this time the pain was more intense, worse the before. She dropped again.
Then the lights went out.
By Mara McCuniff
"You're trapped in halls, and my face is the walls
I'm the floor when you fall, and when you scream it's 'cause of me
I'm the living dead, the dark thoughts in your head
I know just what you said
That's why you've got to be threatened by me..."
Chapter Three: Trapped
Ginny muttered the password and made her way into the Prefects bathroom. Her eyelids felt like lead as she slowly blinked, locking the door she made her way towards one of the swimming pool sized bathtubs and turned on three of the taps. Dark blue bubbles rapidly filled the tub. Yawning widely Ginny stripped off her clothes and dipped herself into the warm water. Swimming a few laps, she breathed deeply, the spicy scent of the one of the taps filled her nostrils, snapping her awake.
She stopped at one of the sides and sunk underwater, loving the feeling of water all around her. She felt safe here. She was alone, she knew she was. She paddled her way back up, breaking the settled froth of bubbles. She smiled slightly as she slicked the foam out of her hair.
~*~*~*~
He watched her swim around the bathrub, before stopping and dunking herself under. He felt the smirk twist itself onto his face. This was going to be fun. She was going to pay for what she had done, she was going to go mad with terror, he would make sure of that.
He watched froth settle over the warm water. He drifted back to a wall, where he was shadowed and continued to watch, he saw her emerge, the water glistening off her thin, frail body, the blue foam covering her hair. He saw a small smile, and continued to wait...
~*~*~*~
She pulled herself out of the bathtub, watching the water swirl as it flowed down the drain, she grabbed her towel, wrapping it twice around her body. She threw her damp hair over her shoulder and walked over to the mirror. She swallowed.
He was there.
She could feel his prescense. It was strange how she could. She shivered, goose bumps rising on her skin. She went to pick her brush up from the counter but knocked it off.
"Damnit." She cursed under her breath, she bent down to pick it up, wipping her head back up.
He was looking at her. In the mirror. She smothered a scream and wipped around.
He wasnt there.
She looked wairily back at the mirror, he was still standing there. He ran a hand through his hair and smiled at her, raising his eyebrows. With great difficutly she swallowed and started running the brush through her hair, trying to ignore him.
He raised a hand and waved. She narrowed her eyes and once again turned around.
He wasnt there.
'What the hell?' She thought. He was definantly there, she could even hear him breathing. Her eyes flickered back to the mirror. How was she supposed to get dressed in front of him. She nibbled on her lip.
With her eyes attached to the mirror she saw him creep over to her clothes. He picked them up and flung them at her. Her nostrils flared. He didn't scare him anymore. He was just annoying the hell out of her now.
She picked up her clothes and let her towel drop to the ground. If he was here now, he had been here earlier. She saw his grin widen, she stared back in the mirror stubbornly before picking up her clothes and slowly slipping into them.
Once she was in her clothes she turned to leave, she walked to the door and reached for the doorknob. Her hand gripped the cool metal, her mind barely had a chance to register what was happening when pain like she had never felt before spread itself like a wildfire through her limbs. She let out a startled cry and let go of the door.
It stopped.
She let out a frustrated growl and try again, this time the pain was more intense, worse the before. She dropped again.
Then the lights went out.