Hola! Como esta? Um…amigos…um…ok, I give up, I don't really speak Spanish.
But, down to business, as always. The reviews were superb! Thanks for the support guys, really helps me keep writing…:)
And, nope, this is not a blue chapter…don't eat meh! D: Once again, I interrupt this PowerPuff broadcast with a villain snippet. A most needed one if you ask me, because you peoples are full of questions! :D I'm lovin' it! (BTW though, I hate McDonalds, blech…)
Footsteps echoed rapidly down the dim hallway. Ragged breaths and muted whimpers accompanied the slap, slap of feet pounding on stone floors. Terrified, eyes wide, mouth open and gasping, legs aching, and sore footed, the teenage girl fled down the darkened interior space, rushing along as quickly as she could manage. As she passed an ominous closed door, she jerked to a stop and desperately yanked on the brass, old fashioned handle. The door shuddered in its frame but didn't open. With a strangled sob, the young female leaned her forehead against the surface, hopelessly slamming a fist against the unyielding barrier. Regaining composure, she turned and rested her back on wall, still gasping for air, her chest heaving. She closed her eyes, ran a hand through her very short, colorfully dyed hair and took a few deep breaths, trying to calm the frantic pace of her heart.
After a moment or two of rest, she reopened her golden-brown eyes, used both hands to push out of her leaning position and continued dashing down the hall, unsure as to where it led, but silently praying for an escape from this hell. As she staggered down the increasingly black stone tunnel, she threw a quick look over her shoulder, before shaking her head fiercely and pushing onwards.
But as she did, a sinister chuckle reverberated from behind the fleeing girl. She grit her teeth, urgency urging on her flying feet.
"You think you can run from me?" sounded the amused voice from behind.
Thickly, she tried to swallow but her tongue was swollen with thirst and stuck to the top of her parched throat. Her eyes burned and head pounded, but she blinked and struggled on.
"Are you afraid?" cooed the voice playfully, sounding a little closer this time.
Her breath caught unevenly, but she was unable to speed up anymore.
"Okay, just stop," growled the voice, now directly in front of her.
With a gasp a terror, she did, falling to her knees, shredding her skinny jeans, but the girl was beyond caring. Trembling, she began crawling away the other direction, reaching for the wall to claw her way back to her feet.
"This has gone on long enough, don't you think?" murmured the voice in her ear.
With an ear-piercing shriek, she fell back to her knees, eyes squeezed shut, flailing her arms around her head, trying to ward…him, her, IT off…
"Swee – sweetheart?" choked a distant voice. The girl curled into a trembling ball, leaning against the wall, her hands over her face, not responding to the voice.
"Get out of my head…" the teenager moaned.
"Is that you, Honey?" sounded the other confused voice, and a middle-aged, kind-looking woman appeared out of the darkness. Finally, the girl looked up and the terror in her eyes was briefly replaced by hope.
"Mom?" she croaked in disbelief, her shaking hands pushing her back to her knees. The woman's warm hazel eyes connected with the girl's similar orbs.
"My baby!" the woman smiled comfortingly and opened her arms to the younger girl, who returned the watery grin.
"Oh my God, Mom, do you know the way out? What the hell is in here with us? How did you even get here?" the girl stuttered as she limped towards her mother. The woman's smile widened, revealing a sharp set of fangs. The previously reassured girl stumbled in step, terror taking over again.
"Mom…what the hell?" she whispered hoarsely.
"Oh, my little girl…I've been here all along!" snarled the woman, eyes sparkling blackly, taking a few steps closer, inches from
"NO!" she screamed, putting her hands over her ears and running back up the way she had just come, a broken sob strangling her from further screams. But as she reached the door again, another figure loomed out of the darkness.
The fleeing girl stopped again and cowered in the shadows.
"LEAVE ME ALONE!" she shrieked in anger and fear.
The other stepped a little closer, revealing himself to be a teenaged boy, very tall and very thin, with light brown hair. This newcomer was also panting, as if he had just arrived from sprinting.
The girl shook her head fiercely and blinked back tears, backing away distrustfully.
"No…no…Dan, NO get away! Don't come any closer!"
The boy titled his head to the side, his eyebrows furrowed.
"What the hell are you talking about? Come on, we gotta get out of here!"
"HELL NO! STAY AWAY FROM ME, YOU ARE NOT DANIEL!"
"You have to believe me, or we'll both die down here! Come on, now! We HAVE to get out of here, before that…thing gets back! Hurry, help me bust this door down!"
The boy threw himself at the door, which again refused to budge. When the girl didn't move to help, he approached her, still faintly gasping from exertion, concern in his eyes.
"Come on…or do you want to die?" He fixed her with a distressed look of worry. The girl blinked but didn't move. Slowly, as she watched, his pitying expression melted into a bemused gaze. A forked tongue slithered out of his mouth.
"Well, do you want to die?" he snarled, reaching one hand out to grab her shoulder, but the girl whipped around and fled back down the tunnel in her original direction.
"YOU WANT TO DIE?" screeched an unearthly voice behind her before giving chase.
Now sobbing openly, the girl raced on into the darkness, feeling the hot breath of the inhuman thing on the back of her neck.
"DO YOU?" it roared, disturbingly close to the teen's ear, who gave a shriek, tripped on something in the darkness, and abruptly face-planted. Her pursuer passed over her in a flutter of freezing cold. The bellowing roar twisted into a horrible high-pierced squeal.
The disgusting salty flavor of tears, sweat, blood, and dirt entered her mouth. The girl struggled off her face, using pure survival instincts to power herself away from whatever she had tripped over.
Inexplicably, a bright spotlight came on in that instant, focusing on the mound she had lost her footing on. The white light blinded her unadjusted eyes for a second, but after a second of squinting she could discern what the object was.
A rotting face. Half the flesh was ripped away, the skull exposed, bugs crawled in and out of its mouth and eye sockets. The foul stench hit her, her stomach recoiled, and the girl suddenly vomited where she knelt. The odd spotlight vanished just as quickly as it had appeared.
When her insides where done emptying themselves, the girl crawled weakly away with head down. Her entire body, inside and out, was aching and bleeding, and it took all of her inner strength a resolve of mind not to collapse into a trembling and defenseless ball.
But, without relent, the malicious voice continued to attack her from the shadows.
"Well, are you ready to die? A very important question that far too many people overlook…"
She whimpered and closed her eyes, not allowing herself to see what form approached now. Not wanting to know which of her family, her friends would attack next…
"Are you? I hope so…because you've run out of time!"
Steely claws raked down her back. Fiery pain blossomed, blood gushed, and her spine snapped. Her life flashed before her eyes, becoming confusing memories that her clouded mind now couldn't even verify as real or not.
The girl crumpled to the ground, her dying screams of agony filling the cavernous tunnels.
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Ahem… once again, I must apologize for the dark violence. But, that's just the way my villain rolls…
Personally, I'm not thrilled to pieces with this snippet...it was hard to write and for me hard to read. Anybody else? Suggestions? Something that wasn't clear or clean?
Also, opinions on the villian, I'd love to hear 'em too! Any theories or hypothoizes? Questions rock too!
I'll get the Blue chapter out ASAP, promise! :D