Earthbound Fate: Chapter Three
A/N: After a cheery ending to chapter two, I'm back again with chapter three! Thank you for waiting so patiently, as I didn't finish this by the end of last week like I said. I know it's a very short chapter, but forgive me! Please?!
It's a good thing I didn't make any promises... I really want to get chapters up on time though. I need to think of it like homework, or coursework. Has to be on time. Only more enjoyable of course! Anyways, let me stop wasting time and let you read the chapter! R&R and criticism is always appreciated!
I wrapped my chocolate smothered hands around my knees and rested my head on top of them. Even though they were sharp and pointy, I couldn't care less right now.
The only thing that matters to me is chocolate. Not the dead body upstairs. No. There isn't a body upstairs. Just chocolate. Nothing else. Chocolate's good right?
I sucked my chocolate caked hands. I like milk chocolate. It's chocolately.
I got up, grabbing the chocolate wrapper, and at a slow pace, shuffled over to the bin.
Just a normal bin, in a normal house...without an owner.
I paused, mid step, and plonked myself in the centre of the cold, tiled kitchen floor, resuming my previous position. Hands around knees. Knees tucked under chin. Position of safety.
I'm safe. That's all that matters...
I need to stop. I can't deny it... Can I?
Yes...I can.
This woman never existed...right? I've never known a Ms. Spooner. Yes, I've never heard of that name before in my life.
No, I can't. Running away will only make me as weak as a...human.
No. I knew a Ms. Spooner all right. But I have to move on. There's nothing denial can do for me that wont hurt me even more.
I rose up from the checker-tiled floor, grabbed my chocolate wrapper and walked upstairs. I traced my tongue around the bottom of the wrapper, poking around the corners for any remaining crumbs.
Chocolate is still good though.
I ascended up the old, wooden stairs, reached the landing, and looked straight at the door.
That damn door. It stared at me, almost intimidatingly; its twisted oak wood forming a gnarled, ancient, wrinkled face that seemed to give me a dry, crooked, grin as twisted as its old, deformed self.
I wish I'd never opened it.
Fearfully, I advanced the doorknob, and extended a hand over the jewel encrusted doorknob, but left it slightly hovering over it.
Do I want to do this? I mean, she's done so much for me. Would it really hurt to just open the door, pick up her corpse and give it a decent burial instead of leaving it to be found by the villagers and simply dumped into a pit in the middle of the plains?
My conscience was torn between two options; pay back all the good Ms. Spooner has down for me, or leave, like the selfish person I've become.
Well, I could just leave, couldn't I? After all, if anybody caught me with the body, they'll get the wrong idea and think it was me who killed her.
So...I could just save my own backside and leave her to rot in the house she so carefully cared for, the garden she so lovingly tended to, the village she so willingly assisted.
No, saying that would only make me feel worse...
Before I could decide on what to do next, a loud rapping on the front door abruptly jerked me out of my thoughts. I tensed instinctively; the sudden drop of my body temperature told me something was wrong.
Who were they?
Careful as to not be seen through any of the downstairs windows, I peered around the corner and down the staircase.
Through the framed, mottled windows, I could see a large blob of dark shadows; the form of a tall, muscular villager, presumably a man. Maybe even a couple of them.
Unbeknownst to me, my face had already fallen into a deep frown; something I'd need to stop if I don't want wrinkles later in life.
I was not in the mood to deal with petty, dimwitted villagers.
Yes, it's not like they want me anyways. I'll just sneak out of the window and pretend I was never here.
I was on my way out of the wood framed clear glass window when it hit me.
My bag was downstairs.
My bag was my house. My house was my life.
My uncontrollable paranoia gave me the urge to always have my most valuable belongings at all times; just in case my house was targeted and burnt or I had to make an emergency move.
I never thought that one day it will work to my disadvantage.
Cringing at my atrocious luck, I made my way down the stairs, making sure to go really slowly...
Creak.
Ah. Forgot about that stair.
The rapping, which had never stopped to begin with, became twice as loud. It was obvious this guy wasn't going to leave anytime soon.
Well, he can wait all night if that's what he wants.
But to my horror, several more shadows appeared through the mottled glass, signifying the arrival of more villagers.
Then out of the blue, the rapping stop, but a cold hiss, filled with hatred replaced it, giving me an instant feeling of dread.
"I know you're in there, Dorè"
My blood ran cold. If I was tense before, now I was downright frightened.
What did they want with me?
A/N: Well, that was a not too impressive (or long) chapter three! Boring, I know, but what's death without a decent guilt fest? Did that rhyme?! No? I'm an idiot...
It's kind of guilt based, I guess, with lots of indecision. It seems like she wants to comfort herself mentally, so she tries to deny ever knowing her, even resorting to seeking comfort in a chocolate bar. Sure, chocolate can solve just about anything, but she's not exactly human so it doesn't count.
Anyways, sorry for the late update! Exams are coming up, so I wont be able update as often due to revision... Don't worry though, I'll never abandon this! Do expect few more boring chapters though; things need to pick up nice and slowly! Things will start to change from here though!
And another big shout out to WH1T3R4V3N! I WILL STAY LOYAL TO HER UNTILL I LEAVE THIS SITE(AND I DON'T PLAN ON LEAVING ANYTIME SOON!)!
She's a superb writer, and the long-awaited sequel to Herobrine Rising is up and running! Check it out, read, enjoy, review, engross yourself, drool, whatever you people do nowadays! It's worthwhile, I promise!