Chapter 1: His Mark
A figure laid dormant within the shady shadows as Christy lied with her face between her sleeved arms. "That'll be 7 dollars." The cashier said. Olive conceded to this and paid for her little ice cream before opening it afterwards. Christy hunched over. Olive laid beside her on the sidewalk with a smirk, even bumping an elbow, "Come on, now." She spoke. The young girl had light orange hair with a wrapped ponytail. A small black, puffy jacket covered her upper torso with blue jeans covering the lower end as pre usual. Her sibling on the other hand wore no extra clothing but instead appeared with a short-sleeved shirt that held bits of stains, as if previously spilling something. Olive had a tanner skin almost reddish in nature and had on regular fingerless gloves, "Not like this is a day-to-day basis." Christy swiftly shifts her head at Olive, "It ain't that. I mean why go all the way out here?" Olive kept scooping the ice cream with her fingertips, "Ah! Got a point. Everything turns out worse as you go west, right? I mean, he's white enough alright. Then again, most I know go out her..." "What I'm saying is..." Christy interrupted, "why here of all places? Why not area fifty-one, or Bermuda?" "Don't really get it either." said Olive, "Maybe he left a diary of some type and thought no one would be stupid enough to come out here."
"Blah!" whined Christy, pulling herself back, "Wish Pandora poof from bum-nuck nowhere." She said as her fist mimicked an imploded confetti, "Maybe then we'll notice something."
Olive padded her youngest again, which left Christy appear annoyed, but once she placed her sights on ahead it became clear. Soft winds blew over them. The sounds protruded out. Water drops shivered the small pond that had enlarge overtime. Small voices echoed within the sewers. Numerous eyes they were, smoldering eyes they were along with a glinted sight whose heavy beam pierced through the darken alleyway. Olive tightens her grip around her sibling's arm and firmly fasten her own eyes, as if compelled. She knew her hasten side would not match well but at the least she knew a retort would buy her some time. What fate she would have herself put under hardly worried the young adult. Christy is what matters.
And from possibly nowhere it fainted away into that blacken shadow as a car drove on by, leaving them both to settle yet begin to move away if out of safety. "Sis.." Christy whimpered. Olive had at first grasped her own chest but finally crouched at her sister's level with straightening brows, "Listen: I may not be as familiar with this place but stay at my side, kay?" She asked. Christy nodded, "Just remember: One step at a time. If worse comes to shove, we're gonna get you out of dodge." "Bu.." Christy just kept her mouth zipped and held Olive's hand. As they manage to get on Olive's bike an arguable strain whisked at the young child's back, as if glaring acutely at her. She tried and spoke up, but Olive quickly grunted out, "Don't..." as she places her helmet on. The motorcycle was moved back, and they later drove on. Air heavily brushed at their sides with bits of their hair gesturing from the back of the helmet. Though the motor processed to muffle over their now muted ears, a growl had left Christy with a twitchy arm for a moment or less. It was as if she burdened a single sound of which produced a continuing inhuman growl and grew to sound more devilish in nature. Then, as if by a being of near shadowy shape, a shine of red eyes glisten among the now grassy regions with features she hardly knew, or ever in fact. Bats hung high up above with little time to hasten to areas laid too far below. The sound of cracked twigs and sticks filled the youngling's hearing with pounding yet gouged flesh added to such a mixture. What came next was a whisper, "The Pawn. That damned thing." They would come to stop hours after. Christy had grown fixated on those sudden sounds as her breath grew short. Olive came to ask what cause her to be in the negative but wished she had ceased.
As Olive took her time to park nearest to the apartment, the two looked shook yet decided to tuck away the same memories one would not wish to recall. They both wandered up the stairs before Olive thought to reach for the keys and unlocked the door. She went inside but Christy wished to walk around but her eldest replied in the negative. Then as Billy dashed towards the doorway her arms quivered as she frowns with that same straighten set of brows, like it got her point across.
"You scared the crap out of me!" Billy, adjusted his glasses and spoke, "My apologizes, sis, I just heard the door faintly open and thought..." "Thou..." She then pinched at the very middle of her nose, and swayed her hand, "Look I get it, but mind giving me a warning next time?" she remarked, closing the door as Christy walked in, "A thing just followed us, okay?" "You don't mean..." "No, not him. Something else came after us this time." She peeked through the curtain, though did so with a more straighten mind. Nothing outside stood out but despite this Olive watched for another moment or two.
She turned at her brother with ease right after, "Just don't do it again. I swear you're gonna give me a heart attack." "O'course, sorry." Christy crossed her legs as she sat at one of the larger beds, staring down like she had spotted bloody murder already. Billy, lied at her side with a hand at her back, "You need anything?" "N..n..no.." Christy said, stumbling over her words. Though he illuminated the heighten television she never felt the need or want to amuse herself. Billy, though hungry at this time, hadn't wanted the courage of eating at this time. It would seem in bad taste. Whatever damned creature there was had also reminded him as to why this wasn't a brighten journey. By the fourth evening, they try and loosen the stress that bound them to the past. Yet for the youngling the image had at times left her paused much like one who is the most gawk at such sights.
Her body came to shiver, too. Olive as she advanced at the table with Christy, thought to tell her sister that if this kept up, they'd turn back. Unmaking her ball state, the young child stretched out before Olive gripped it, leaving them both to struggle, "I know." she grunted. She lowered voice after, "But you're still a child." "James..." "Will be fine. We both know this; you and I." Christy lowered her guard, even sniffling outright, "I made a promise." Olive arose a smile, "Yes, and I'm very proud of you." With no moment longer, she placed a kiss against her forehead and scooted each other's chairs between one another, as if whispering a secret. "I mean he would have done the same for me." Christy said, "But he's not of this world, Chris." Olive reminded, wrapping an arm around her, "This isn't his future. This isn't his time. We can't just pluck him from his mess." She reached in her pocket and stared deeply at a picture of two youngster kids and many others that either stood in the front or back, "Just... Yeah." She said, simply putting it away. The clock would later hit ten and Olive tucked her to bed. Afterwards, she perked her head as scratches flooded her ears. Her hands ceased her sister's hearing as the sounds kept their wrestling at the nether regions of the door. Kicking at the bed nearest, Billy jerked a bit but came wide awake at the sudden racket.
The noise had steadied but curiosity left them peeking at the windows. It became no surprise that nothing stood near the door and with a moment halted their movement if to wait and see what popped from nowhere. No action was given, yet both knew further sleep was out of the question. Olive worn her black jacket and put-on pant that held the exact color. "You keep an eye on her." Olive said to Billy as she placed her gloves on. "What must I do?" He asked with a whisper. She grabbed hold of her bike helmet and headed for the door, "Keep the door lock. Keep Christy away from the windows in case things get worse." "What about the police?" He added on. She calmly opened the door however turned towards him, "Nothing. Definitely not human." "Nothing?!" He quietly screamed, which had them glancing at Christy who appeared to be moving and turning though out of discomfort. They looked back at each other, again, "Right. If it is, which I highly doubt, keep her hidden and call the police." "Okay, got it." "However, if I'm not back till noon get out of here." She then shoved the helmet on whilst marching down those same steps from before. As the door started to shut Billy took aim at something below his ankles. Claw marks stained the door frame much like claws harming human skin. They appear enormous, and with a moment his twitched ear as a scream was heard, as if sounding like some gigantic hound.
