Chapter 2
(Author's Note: Thank you for the reviews..and yes I will continue as the movie off..)
A silence fell over the old house; the scent of something putrid distilled the night air. Dusk had come and the house is pictured as dead. Coating the walls was the red crimson that was unmistakably blood that painted the yellowish white walls. The image of a little girl sitting on the ground with her knees tucked to her chest, her white limbs wrapped around her bare legs. Her breathing was deep and horsed yet her eyes showed sickened fear. The smell was rank that coated her senses and clothing tears mingled with gore. Ghost was shaking her face as pale as her name pallid and gaunt with unnatural terror. On the floor lay her grandmother Barbara dead, the breath stolen from her lips. The beast that had taken out such cruel vengeance on an uncaring world had fled. Tears ran freely down Ghost's chin not for the death of her Grandmother, but for the escape of what destroyed such a fragile being. Falling snow outside made the scene seem more haunting then it already was. After hours of sitting there Ghost got to her feet, the muscles in her legs not wanting to cooperate. Finally she fan over to the window absentmindedly stepping over the corpse without even looking at it as she placed her hand on the window sill leaving a bloody print.
"Brigitte! Brigitte! Come Back!", she cried fitfully pressing her forehead to the glass and closing her eyes tightly murmuring incoherently knowing that she was for once alone and frightened of this.
The cold air pulsed threw her lungs as she ran without looking back. She knew there would be nowhere to go. To the world she was a monster..a freak..all she knew that that she had to get out. She avidly heeded Ginger's words wondering if they were taunts of her imagination or maybe the truth. head north is all she knew the words echoing in her head as her pawed feet hit the harsh snow under her. A calmness came over her as she tracked threw the woods and over the many small hills all going into a blur. She remembered sentencing so many to death Trina, Sam, Tyler. They were all her fault, or that is what she was telling herself blind with fury and frustration.
She had been traveling for days and had to stop due to exhaustion and lack of nourishment. The woods were quiet and the air was colder making her feel somewhat uneasy. Letting her jaw lacken some letting the drool fall onto the icy white snow below her. Seeing an old hunting lodge outside a small village she by human instinct headed toward it. Stopping herself abruptly after seeing a man sitting on the porch in an old rocking chair with a shotgun in hand. He was very old wearing a pair of large spectacles over his beady eyes. Brigitte cautiously got closer a low growl coming from her throat. The man seemed to pause hearing it up turning his face.
"Who's there?", he said in a scratchy voice picking up the shotgun. The old man looked at her threw his glasses and gave a hearty laugh.
"Hey there fella..are you lost?",he asks odviously unable to see well. Slowly she moved closer feeling an ache in her stomach as she walked to the man. The man put his hand out a few inches from her face as his brow furrowed.
"Ah you hungry?",the man asked nicely and pulled a tray with a piece of steak on it and placed it on the floor of the patio for her. Reluctantly she moved closer being cautious of the man with the shotgun and placed her muzzle down sniffing the meat under her. Deciding that it would be a familiar change she slowly started to eat it. Brigitte decided upon herself that she would wait this out since the man could be good shelter for a day or two.
(to be continued)
(Author's Note: Thank you for the reviews..and yes I will continue as the movie off..)
A silence fell over the old house; the scent of something putrid distilled the night air. Dusk had come and the house is pictured as dead. Coating the walls was the red crimson that was unmistakably blood that painted the yellowish white walls. The image of a little girl sitting on the ground with her knees tucked to her chest, her white limbs wrapped around her bare legs. Her breathing was deep and horsed yet her eyes showed sickened fear. The smell was rank that coated her senses and clothing tears mingled with gore. Ghost was shaking her face as pale as her name pallid and gaunt with unnatural terror. On the floor lay her grandmother Barbara dead, the breath stolen from her lips. The beast that had taken out such cruel vengeance on an uncaring world had fled. Tears ran freely down Ghost's chin not for the death of her Grandmother, but for the escape of what destroyed such a fragile being. Falling snow outside made the scene seem more haunting then it already was. After hours of sitting there Ghost got to her feet, the muscles in her legs not wanting to cooperate. Finally she fan over to the window absentmindedly stepping over the corpse without even looking at it as she placed her hand on the window sill leaving a bloody print.
"Brigitte! Brigitte! Come Back!", she cried fitfully pressing her forehead to the glass and closing her eyes tightly murmuring incoherently knowing that she was for once alone and frightened of this.
The cold air pulsed threw her lungs as she ran without looking back. She knew there would be nowhere to go. To the world she was a monster..a freak..all she knew that that she had to get out. She avidly heeded Ginger's words wondering if they were taunts of her imagination or maybe the truth. head north is all she knew the words echoing in her head as her pawed feet hit the harsh snow under her. A calmness came over her as she tracked threw the woods and over the many small hills all going into a blur. She remembered sentencing so many to death Trina, Sam, Tyler. They were all her fault, or that is what she was telling herself blind with fury and frustration.
She had been traveling for days and had to stop due to exhaustion and lack of nourishment. The woods were quiet and the air was colder making her feel somewhat uneasy. Letting her jaw lacken some letting the drool fall onto the icy white snow below her. Seeing an old hunting lodge outside a small village she by human instinct headed toward it. Stopping herself abruptly after seeing a man sitting on the porch in an old rocking chair with a shotgun in hand. He was very old wearing a pair of large spectacles over his beady eyes. Brigitte cautiously got closer a low growl coming from her throat. The man seemed to pause hearing it up turning his face.
"Who's there?", he said in a scratchy voice picking up the shotgun. The old man looked at her threw his glasses and gave a hearty laugh.
"Hey there fella..are you lost?",he asks odviously unable to see well. Slowly she moved closer feeling an ache in her stomach as she walked to the man. The man put his hand out a few inches from her face as his brow furrowed.
"Ah you hungry?",the man asked nicely and pulled a tray with a piece of steak on it and placed it on the floor of the patio for her. Reluctantly she moved closer being cautious of the man with the shotgun and placed her muzzle down sniffing the meat under her. Deciding that it would be a familiar change she slowly started to eat it. Brigitte decided upon herself that she would wait this out since the man could be good shelter for a day or two.
(to be continued)