Post by ani on Nov 20, 2005 21:48:00 GMT -5
It was March. It was raining. It was cold. The fast squeak of her rubbershoes against the drenched asphalt was competing to the huffing and puffing of breath coming from her. She was about sixteen years old, clad in tight jeans and a dark brown tanktop, hands coiled tightly on the straps of a backpack pressed on her back. Her frantic eyes roamed around her surroundings.
There was nobody there.
The skies were dark and gloomy. The streetlights continued to flicker. The dustbins and wet newspapers decorated the whole alley. The place looked safe, but she knew better. She wasn't about to stop.
Didn't you wish for this? Probably. Everything was too boring. She wished so many times to feel an exhilaration, an adrenaline rush over her non-adventurous life. Now this was her chance, she figured out a way to bring it on herself. But why did it feel that there was something more? Ever since she woke up this morning, she had felt that something was already amiss.
There is always something amiss in your life. Maybe. She didn't really care anymore. She was numb of it all ever since she turned fourteen. From her family, down to every aspect of her life, she had been nonchalant about the short ends that were in her face. It was ironic though. Despite of her circumstance, she still didn't know what it was she should look for.
But hold on, you're getting ahead of yourself! Right. She was sure her semi-existing audience would want to know what she was doing drenched in the streets of New Jersey running her lungs out. Semi-existing. She liked to call that on her audience. They exist but they don't really. They were part of her head, and had been watching her ever since she was born, waiting intently for anything that would happen to her--anything at all. They atleast deserved to know. She bet they would like this. They always want something climactic.
She swerved on the next alley, then stopped to breathe. A chill ran up to her spine and went all throught her body. There, a few ways ahead of her, was a metal railing, barring the water sewage on the other side--a dead end.
Cardigan Cross! What are you doing?! she scolded herself. She guessed this is how it's going to be when you're about to die. Engage in a sh*tty conversation with yourself. She shouldn't have messed with those people. She should've kept her mouth shut. She should've kept her cover. That boy was none of her business. He was already dead when she found him. Why the hell did I have to scream?! She was damn stupid. She could almost laugh at herself.
That boy was pretty cute too. It was such a waste.
She fell on her knees, feeling her warm tears grace her cold cheeks. This was it. Is this really? This was how everything was going to end. Why am I living anyway? There was nothing to look forward to, what was she about to lose? Screw the semi-existing audience. They couldn't do anything but watch afterall. This would be just quick. They were carrying guns, like those men in black people, just one pull of the trigger and that was IT.
But I don't want to die yet...!
The thundering footsteps, splashing and sloshing on the previous alley made it in her ears. Lifting herself up, her heart stopped. The tears couldn't stop falling. She hated it when she cries, but what could she do? Stumbling and falling, she made it to the metal railings.
"HELP!" she called as loud as she could. There was no answer but the rain, falling more fiercely as if it heard her plea. "HELP ME...Anyone...!!" she pressed her tummy on the railing, as if screaming on the rushing waters of the canal below.
"There she is," She heard a stern low voice behind her. "Damn this rain...Make it quick. I don't want the boss to know somebody saw us!"
The girl, Cardigan, span to look around. There were two sturdy men in an American suit stood at the base of the alley, a silver revolver pointed right at her. They're here. Her parched lips separated. She paled.
"Shoot her now, damnit!" The taller one shouted and the man with the revolver fired!
At the sound of the fire, the space between her and the bullet was suddenly distorted. That was when everything came to a complete stop. Well, everything except for Cardigan. She clutched her chest.
"What on...Earth..." she whispered.
There was a black thing, a being, that started to come out of the distorted space. It fell on the ground and scrambled to its feet. It had antennae, it looked like a bug. And it was walking straight at her.
Cardigan took a step back. It was slimy.
Or is the thing coming out of it really a slime?
It didn't make sense. She had never seen anything quite like it, but it looked familiar. Her forehead wrinkled. There was more black things coming out of the distorted space.
What is going on here...? She looked around, her heartbeat growing faster. The trees, the water, the pavement, the skies were all getting sucked into the distortion.
Horror, amazement, startlement zoomed up in her system. This was unbelievable.
"What are these things?!" Her voice was shaky. She kicked the creature out of her way. A loud screech boomed in her ears and her eyesight bent in a crazy angle. The next thing she saw was the distortion, getting bigger and bigger and bigger.
It was her cue to scream.
There was nobody there.
The skies were dark and gloomy. The streetlights continued to flicker. The dustbins and wet newspapers decorated the whole alley. The place looked safe, but she knew better. She wasn't about to stop.
Didn't you wish for this? Probably. Everything was too boring. She wished so many times to feel an exhilaration, an adrenaline rush over her non-adventurous life. Now this was her chance, she figured out a way to bring it on herself. But why did it feel that there was something more? Ever since she woke up this morning, she had felt that something was already amiss.
There is always something amiss in your life. Maybe. She didn't really care anymore. She was numb of it all ever since she turned fourteen. From her family, down to every aspect of her life, she had been nonchalant about the short ends that were in her face. It was ironic though. Despite of her circumstance, she still didn't know what it was she should look for.
But hold on, you're getting ahead of yourself! Right. She was sure her semi-existing audience would want to know what she was doing drenched in the streets of New Jersey running her lungs out. Semi-existing. She liked to call that on her audience. They exist but they don't really. They were part of her head, and had been watching her ever since she was born, waiting intently for anything that would happen to her--anything at all. They atleast deserved to know. She bet they would like this. They always want something climactic.
She swerved on the next alley, then stopped to breathe. A chill ran up to her spine and went all throught her body. There, a few ways ahead of her, was a metal railing, barring the water sewage on the other side--a dead end.
Cardigan Cross! What are you doing?! she scolded herself. She guessed this is how it's going to be when you're about to die. Engage in a sh*tty conversation with yourself. She shouldn't have messed with those people. She should've kept her mouth shut. She should've kept her cover. That boy was none of her business. He was already dead when she found him. Why the hell did I have to scream?! She was damn stupid. She could almost laugh at herself.
That boy was pretty cute too. It was such a waste.
She fell on her knees, feeling her warm tears grace her cold cheeks. This was it. Is this really? This was how everything was going to end. Why am I living anyway? There was nothing to look forward to, what was she about to lose? Screw the semi-existing audience. They couldn't do anything but watch afterall. This would be just quick. They were carrying guns, like those men in black people, just one pull of the trigger and that was IT.
But I don't want to die yet...!
The thundering footsteps, splashing and sloshing on the previous alley made it in her ears. Lifting herself up, her heart stopped. The tears couldn't stop falling. She hated it when she cries, but what could she do? Stumbling and falling, she made it to the metal railings.
"HELP!" she called as loud as she could. There was no answer but the rain, falling more fiercely as if it heard her plea. "HELP ME...Anyone...!!" she pressed her tummy on the railing, as if screaming on the rushing waters of the canal below.
"There she is," She heard a stern low voice behind her. "Damn this rain...Make it quick. I don't want the boss to know somebody saw us!"
The girl, Cardigan, span to look around. There were two sturdy men in an American suit stood at the base of the alley, a silver revolver pointed right at her. They're here. Her parched lips separated. She paled.
"Shoot her now, damnit!" The taller one shouted and the man with the revolver fired!
At the sound of the fire, the space between her and the bullet was suddenly distorted. That was when everything came to a complete stop. Well, everything except for Cardigan. She clutched her chest.
"What on...Earth..." she whispered.
There was a black thing, a being, that started to come out of the distorted space. It fell on the ground and scrambled to its feet. It had antennae, it looked like a bug. And it was walking straight at her.
Cardigan took a step back. It was slimy.
Or is the thing coming out of it really a slime?
It didn't make sense. She had never seen anything quite like it, but it looked familiar. Her forehead wrinkled. There was more black things coming out of the distorted space.
What is going on here...? She looked around, her heartbeat growing faster. The trees, the water, the pavement, the skies were all getting sucked into the distortion.
Horror, amazement, startlement zoomed up in her system. This was unbelievable.
"What are these things?!" Her voice was shaky. She kicked the creature out of her way. A loud screech boomed in her ears and her eyesight bent in a crazy angle. The next thing she saw was the distortion, getting bigger and bigger and bigger.
It was her cue to scream.