"A stone was brought and placed over the mouth of the den, and the king sealed it..." (Daniel 6:17)
(Frank.2.0) Chapter Two - Genesis Contd.
Unknown Female, Dist. 13
A brief fear held her breath in shudders. Sputters of hot air shook from her lips which trembled, red and as cold as the quivering soul her chest held shakily together. Both hands shook tremulously and burnt hotter than fire. She scraped uselessly at her face. Nails dug at the flesh and ripped scrapes of supple, pale, thick skin with puddles of blood sliding from the dark meat inside. The pain was untouchable. Ripples of intense emotion wove through each of her nerves, and twitches shook like earthquakes through her sore and aching figure.
Her hands both feverishly scraped. They couldn't stop - no matter what else she did, she couldn't let them stop. She would die; she would die, and boiling pools of dark blood continued soaking her blue cloak. Streaks of scarlet ran races over the paleness of her arms as she constantly tore. The figure came rapidly. White and searing, like a burning shadow through the crippling black fear. Her hands were held in vices, and the pain seemed to ache even harder now. Words were being jumbled and thrown at her relentlessly, and her head shook. Burning, painful, throbbing sensations etched thick regret into her wrists. Her neck twitched uncontrollably; bobbed. Her teeth snarled at the thing because 'no matter what she did' -
It was like it was all too late. It all had her pinned. She didn't know what it was. It could have been life - its heaving, painful, throbbing weight. She was aware of the way it hurled on top of her and screeched roars into her mind, and everything... hurt. Her thoughts weren't thoughts. She listened to them screaming at her. Shrill. The ghost atop her thrashed and attacked and her teeth couldn't halt in the manner in which they...
Bit down.
It was attacking her - it had her; it had her. She couldn't construe in that moment if it were dangerous. It possessed her small frame. And like a demon - like a - like a...
It stood and clawed holes into her gaping chest with talons, and the pain was still untouchable. Atop her, it just felt like ice. She lay hopeless in an ocean of her own fluids. In every vein, she could feel the life... drain.
Her Bible was laying beside her. It was drenched in a thick puddle of muddled blood.
10/6/14: (Frank.2.0) - Still one of the old chapters. Once the submissions roll in more, we'll begin conjuring new ones.