Greeting my fellow Authors and Readers. I know I said I'd only work on one
story at a time but I feel as if I'm loosing loyal reviewers. So I'm
putting this chapter up to hopefully get some of my friends to resurface.
I'm thinking they lost interest in my writing and went to sleep in their
coffins in some dark place. I hope this raise them. Especially Moonlight
Shadow1 and Crescent1 and maybe some new friends as well.
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Riho's bedtime story
Chapter 7
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I rushed out, leaving my coat behind. I stood in the hall trying to figure out which way was Peter's room. I heard another loud cry for help. This pointed me in the right direction.
When I got to the child's bedroom I saw Peter's mother on the floor in the doorway crying her heart out. The father laid in front of what I'm guessing was Peter's bed. My nose was assaulted with the smell of death. He was dead, throat torn straight out. I felt nothing, no sadness, no depression, and strangely no anger. Just blank, my mind was wiped clean of all thoughts.
A hand pulled me out of the abyss of my mine. My crimson eyes look down to see Peter's mother tugging on my sleeve.
"Please. Help Peter." She said. It was almost too hard to hear through the weeping.
I kneeled down next to her and put my hands on her shoulders, "What happened? Where's Peter?"
"A large creature . . . Came and stole . . . Peter away. Please safe him."
I turned away. What could I do? It had to be a Nightbreed. It must have been looking for a body. God damn it!
I turned back to her, "Alright. I'll get Peter. You got back into my room. Mine not yours. And wait there. Ok?"
She nodded and left the room. I jumped out through the window in the room, landing outside. I stopped, taking large breathes of air. I was searching for the scent. I guess you could say I'm part bloodhound. As the scent came to me I recognized Peter's innocent, pure child smell I ran towards the woods as top speed, much faster then any mortal. Of course, being only 30 minutes left before sun up I needed to run at the speed.
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What I found wasn't what I wanted.
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Riho's bedtime story
Chapter 7
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I rushed out, leaving my coat behind. I stood in the hall trying to figure out which way was Peter's room. I heard another loud cry for help. This pointed me in the right direction.
When I got to the child's bedroom I saw Peter's mother on the floor in the doorway crying her heart out. The father laid in front of what I'm guessing was Peter's bed. My nose was assaulted with the smell of death. He was dead, throat torn straight out. I felt nothing, no sadness, no depression, and strangely no anger. Just blank, my mind was wiped clean of all thoughts.
A hand pulled me out of the abyss of my mine. My crimson eyes look down to see Peter's mother tugging on my sleeve.
"Please. Help Peter." She said. It was almost too hard to hear through the weeping.
I kneeled down next to her and put my hands on her shoulders, "What happened? Where's Peter?"
"A large creature . . . Came and stole . . . Peter away. Please safe him."
I turned away. What could I do? It had to be a Nightbreed. It must have been looking for a body. God damn it!
I turned back to her, "Alright. I'll get Peter. You got back into my room. Mine not yours. And wait there. Ok?"
She nodded and left the room. I jumped out through the window in the room, landing outside. I stopped, taking large breathes of air. I was searching for the scent. I guess you could say I'm part bloodhound. As the scent came to me I recognized Peter's innocent, pure child smell I ran towards the woods as top speed, much faster then any mortal. Of course, being only 30 minutes left before sun up I needed to run at the speed.
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What I found wasn't what I wanted.