Chapter 19:
2nd night: Part five
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Only one review? I feel neglected =( Heh, just kidding guys. Sorry about the long wait; I've been working on a few original stories instead. But here you go, fresh from the computer ^^
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The Abyss was cold. Colder than it should've been. Shuddering, Lina tugged on her backpack and pressed forward into the misty area. The fog clung to the horizon and the moon seemed to dim. Lina stopped walking when her feet were nearly touching the water. She slowly looked out into the distance, her eyes scanning the area with ease. But even with her vision she couldn't see anything past the thick fog.
She was about to turn around, walk back to the Cherry Atrium, when something floating on the water caught her eye. Kneeling down, Lina lifted up her flashlight and looked out for whatever it was.
"But… weren't these broken before?" She murmured, looking at the long set of wooden planks that led to a small island not to far away. Shaking her head, she stood and slowly began to walk across them. "Oh well, never look a gift horse in the mouth."
As she reached the island, a large wave of De Ja Vo hit her. Shooting out of the ground was a large stone that resembled a grave marker. Shivering slightly, Lina moved towards it. Looking around, she saw a small carving that looked like the one she had had in her possession not to long ago. Only this one was purple.
After collecting it, she stood and brushed off any dirt that may have collected on her personage. She then moved back towards the house. She never liked the Abyss; it sent shivers up her spine just thinking of how Sylphiel had died there.
The Cherry Atrium was, by far, the room she felt the most comfortable in. The wide, open space offered a strange comfort to her. At least she wouldn't have to worry about being cramped in any "battle".
Walking down the path, Lina fingered her camera. Slowly, her mind began to wander away. She remembered when her mother had given the camera to Zelgadis. It was strange how Zelgadis had acted after that. Whenever Lina had asked to see it, he refused. It must have had something to do with they way their mother died.
Lina stopped in her step and closed her eyes, fighting tears. Their mother had hung herself, the day before Lina's birthday, from the branches of the large Cherry Blossom tree they had planted in the yard. That tree used to be her favorite spot, but now Lina wouldn't go near it.
"And all I have left is a small hair clip," Lina paused, realizing she had begun to speak aloud. Shaking her head, she gently slid her backpack off her shoulders and reached inside. Grasping the object of desire, she pulled it out and looked it over. It wasn't the most beautiful thing in the world, not by far, but it meant so much to her.
It was one of those hair clips you stick in a ponytail using a stick. She gently ran her fingers over the glossy, smooth surface. It was a medium sized clip in an oval shape that had a peach/beige background with a deep brown boarder and crescent moon. She smiled as she pulled her hair back into a high ponytail again and slipped the clip into her hair.
She slowly continued, following the long path before her. She gently looked up, trying to get a glimpse of the moon. Startled, she let out a small cry as she took a step backwards. Up on the balcony stood a ghostly pale man. His dark hair resembled Zel's in a way. He was staring out; looking over the yard. Slowly, the image faded away, leaving only an eerie essence.
Lina sighed and placed her hand to her heart, trying to slow it. Taking a deep breath, she continued down the path, several thoughts occupying her attention. As she slowly began to walk up the few steps that led to the porch, all of the feeling rushed out of her and she could almost feel her skin pale.
Slowly, Lina looked around the area. As her vision settled on her right, she nearly shrieked as once again a pale figured appeared. This one, however was much more startling. It was a small girl, crawling out from under the porch. The girl slowly craned her head to look at Lina, her cold eyes sending shivers up Lina's spine. Slowly, the figure disappeared in to the darkness that seemed to surround her.
Struggling to keep her breath, Lina hurried back to the corridor. She wanted to get out of this; the sooner, the better.