This is my first fanfic so it's probably really rubbish. If anyone wants to
review you're welcome but I'd prefer constructive criticisms rather than
just plain criticisms.
Anyway, here goes.
Btw, I don't own the x-men or any of the characters associated with it but
Camilla Stone is mine – if you want to use her for your stories just ask.
It was difficult to see - there was no sun shining outside despite it being the middle of July, and with the curtains drawn over the windows there was hardly any light getting into the huge room. The lack of light meant that Camilla had to take small, slow steps to make sure she didn't bump into anything – or anyone. She didn't know how long she'd been in the room but she felt as if she was being followed, but as there was no light she couldn't see anything when she turned around to see what was causing the eerie feeling that haunted her.
She continued to work her way carefully through the room glancing at the shadows as she went, half expecting something to jump out from behind them and attack her. After turning around for the umpteenth time, Camilla noticed a break in the wall up ahead - it looked like there was a yellow line going down the wall and it took a moment before she realised that it was a door that was open slightly and the yellow line was a crack of light filtering through.
Despite the fact that she could barely see where she was going Camilla quickened her pace, but despite the fact that she was almost running she wasn't getting any closer to the wall with the door. For what felt like hours she kept running towards the door blindly but never getting any closer. Just when she'd given up hope of ever getting to the door, her out stretched hand rested upon the door knob. She turned the old and rusted door knob clockwise and used all of her strength to pull the door towards her but it wouldn't move. Just like the way she'd got to the door, opening it was proving to be just as difficult and she spent another lifetime pulling and twisting the door knob in a vain attempt to get to the other side.
By this point Camilla knew that she had to get out of the room. The feeling that she'd been followed through the room was back and it was even stronger than before – she knew that she was not alone in the room. She didn't know who or what was in the room with her but she sure as hell didn't want to stick around and find out. She could a rustling noise behind her and it was getting louder as whatever it was that was hunting her was getting closer. Her attempts to open the door were frantic by know and she was sweating with the effort to open the huge, heavy door. The thing was so close and she knew it wasn't safe to be in the room anymore
"Come on, pleaseohpleaseohplease open. C'mon open...why won't you open?!! Help!! Help!! Please help me" she was banging frantically on the door now praying to God that there was someone on the other side who would open the door for her. The thing that was hunting her was practically breathing down her neck and she knew that she was done for. No amount of praying, cursing or banging would get the door open or her out of this room.
Her only hope was to leg it away from the wall so that It couldn't corner her, but even then she knew her chances of survival were slim to none. Just as It was bearing down on her she squirmed away and ran off to the side. Camilla had no idea where she was going or how she was going to get out of the room – she just knew that if she didn't get out she was going to die.
"What do I do? What do I do? What do I do?" she asked herself out loud, but the only reply was from inside her head "RUN! RUN! RUN!"
She turned her head to see where It was now, to see how close behind her It was but when she looked she couldn't see It anymore – it had gone. She was so shocked she stopped running and stood there panting, wondering if she was safe. Suddenly, something moved behind her and as she turned around she knew the game was over – she'd lost. Just as It lunged at her and Camilla thought she'd breathed her last breath she jerked awake.
It was difficult to see - there was no sun shining outside despite it being the middle of July, and with the curtains drawn over the windows there was hardly any light getting into the huge room. The lack of light meant that Camilla had to take small, slow steps to make sure she didn't bump into anything – or anyone. She didn't know how long she'd been in the room but she felt as if she was being followed, but as there was no light she couldn't see anything when she turned around to see what was causing the eerie feeling that haunted her.
She continued to work her way carefully through the room glancing at the shadows as she went, half expecting something to jump out from behind them and attack her. After turning around for the umpteenth time, Camilla noticed a break in the wall up ahead - it looked like there was a yellow line going down the wall and it took a moment before she realised that it was a door that was open slightly and the yellow line was a crack of light filtering through.
Despite the fact that she could barely see where she was going Camilla quickened her pace, but despite the fact that she was almost running she wasn't getting any closer to the wall with the door. For what felt like hours she kept running towards the door blindly but never getting any closer. Just when she'd given up hope of ever getting to the door, her out stretched hand rested upon the door knob. She turned the old and rusted door knob clockwise and used all of her strength to pull the door towards her but it wouldn't move. Just like the way she'd got to the door, opening it was proving to be just as difficult and she spent another lifetime pulling and twisting the door knob in a vain attempt to get to the other side.
By this point Camilla knew that she had to get out of the room. The feeling that she'd been followed through the room was back and it was even stronger than before – she knew that she was not alone in the room. She didn't know who or what was in the room with her but she sure as hell didn't want to stick around and find out. She could a rustling noise behind her and it was getting louder as whatever it was that was hunting her was getting closer. Her attempts to open the door were frantic by know and she was sweating with the effort to open the huge, heavy door. The thing was so close and she knew it wasn't safe to be in the room anymore
"Come on, pleaseohpleaseohplease open. C'mon open...why won't you open?!! Help!! Help!! Please help me" she was banging frantically on the door now praying to God that there was someone on the other side who would open the door for her. The thing that was hunting her was practically breathing down her neck and she knew that she was done for. No amount of praying, cursing or banging would get the door open or her out of this room.
Her only hope was to leg it away from the wall so that It couldn't corner her, but even then she knew her chances of survival were slim to none. Just as It was bearing down on her she squirmed away and ran off to the side. Camilla had no idea where she was going or how she was going to get out of the room – she just knew that if she didn't get out she was going to die.
"What do I do? What do I do? What do I do?" she asked herself out loud, but the only reply was from inside her head "RUN! RUN! RUN!"
She turned her head to see where It was now, to see how close behind her It was but when she looked she couldn't see It anymore – it had gone. She was so shocked she stopped running and stood there panting, wondering if she was safe. Suddenly, something moved behind her and as she turned around she knew the game was over – she'd lost. Just as It lunged at her and Camilla thought she'd breathed her last breath she jerked awake.