Post by Lyric on Feb 10, 2009 7:28:36 GMT -7
Lyric wrapped her arms tight around herself as she made her way away from the burning street lamps, away from the main streets bustling behind her, her shadow cast long across the cobble path of the darkened alley. Her destination unknown, she followed the path before her cautiously. Her mind raced as she walked ever onward, the alley going on seemingly for miles. Lyric didn't know where she was, yet some how it all felt so familiar. As if her feet had traversed these stones before. It felt as if she'd taken this path before. But still, her mind recognised none of it. The brick of the alley walls, the stones of the street, the rank stench of sewer, the painted signs...none of it gave her clue to her surroundings. Still, she continued. Each step deeper into the forgotten alley, echoed throughout the masonry that surrounded her.
She was alone in the dark, but she looked over her shoulder continuously just the same. More so when echoes of her steps seemed to grow louder. "I'm alone.", she tried to reassure herself again and again. But her paranoia only grew. With every step, every stride, her heart beat faster. Lyric quickened her pace, silently evading the invisible threat her mind told her was there. She dredged the depths of mind, searching for some sign of familiarity. Something to explain where she was. Where she was headed. Why she there at all. Why she wasn't with...Her mind blanked. The more she tried to remember, the more the memory evaded her.
Wrong it all felt wrong. She shouldn't be here. This wasn't where she was supposed to be. It felt like a bad dream gone terribly awry. As she looked over her shoulder once more, Lyric saw it. Wrapped deep in the shadows. A shadow its self perhaps? No. Her eyes struggled to focus as the panic began to take her. It was a man. Dark and sinister as he stalked after her. His pace taunted her. It was as if he were simply out for a stroll. But his posture, betrayed a hidden agenda.
His steps echoed of their own now. Each one distinct and ominous than the last as he drew ever closer. Lyric couldn't see his face. Even with her vampiric eyes she could find no details, no features, nothing to give this creature's identity away. The shadows held him far too close abreast for her to see anything. She didn't see the alley dead end into a brick wall, either. Before she realised it. She was trapped. No way to escape. No way out. Her fear saturated the very walls that kept her prisoner now as the shadowed figured crept closer and closer.
The sound of her heart racing pounded loud in her ears, drowning out his taunting steps as he drew closer. She wanted to scream, but her voice betrayed her. She tried to think, to figure a way out, but her mind was paralysed. Words unknown to her repeated in head. Over and over. Over and over.
All around the Mulberry Bush,
The monkey chased the weasel.
The monkey stopped to pull up his sock
Pop! goes the weasel.
He was humming. This man, this shadow, as it stalked her, as it, as he hunted her, he hummed. His tone seemed almost delighted, cheerful even as he closed in on her. His prey. The figure shrouded in darkness stopped, just mere feet from where Lyric stood with her back pressed desperately to the rough brick. Her eyes sought any sign of his identity. Any feature. Something to tell her what she was dealing with precisely. There was nothing to be seen.
A hissed gasp caught in Lyric's throat. Finally, her gaze fell on something she recognised. The harsh glare of light reflecting the sharp edge of a blade...
She was alone in the dark, but she looked over her shoulder continuously just the same. More so when echoes of her steps seemed to grow louder. "I'm alone.", she tried to reassure herself again and again. But her paranoia only grew. With every step, every stride, her heart beat faster. Lyric quickened her pace, silently evading the invisible threat her mind told her was there. She dredged the depths of mind, searching for some sign of familiarity. Something to explain where she was. Where she was headed. Why she there at all. Why she wasn't with...Her mind blanked. The more she tried to remember, the more the memory evaded her.
Wrong it all felt wrong. She shouldn't be here. This wasn't where she was supposed to be. It felt like a bad dream gone terribly awry. As she looked over her shoulder once more, Lyric saw it. Wrapped deep in the shadows. A shadow its self perhaps? No. Her eyes struggled to focus as the panic began to take her. It was a man. Dark and sinister as he stalked after her. His pace taunted her. It was as if he were simply out for a stroll. But his posture, betrayed a hidden agenda.
His steps echoed of their own now. Each one distinct and ominous than the last as he drew ever closer. Lyric couldn't see his face. Even with her vampiric eyes she could find no details, no features, nothing to give this creature's identity away. The shadows held him far too close abreast for her to see anything. She didn't see the alley dead end into a brick wall, either. Before she realised it. She was trapped. No way to escape. No way out. Her fear saturated the very walls that kept her prisoner now as the shadowed figured crept closer and closer.
The sound of her heart racing pounded loud in her ears, drowning out his taunting steps as he drew closer. She wanted to scream, but her voice betrayed her. She tried to think, to figure a way out, but her mind was paralysed. Words unknown to her repeated in head. Over and over. Over and over.
All around the Mulberry Bush,
The monkey chased the weasel.
The monkey stopped to pull up his sock
Pop! goes the weasel.
He was humming. This man, this shadow, as it stalked her, as it, as he hunted her, he hummed. His tone seemed almost delighted, cheerful even as he closed in on her. His prey. The figure shrouded in darkness stopped, just mere feet from where Lyric stood with her back pressed desperately to the rough brick. Her eyes sought any sign of his identity. Any feature. Something to tell her what she was dealing with precisely. There was nothing to be seen.
A hissed gasp caught in Lyric's throat. Finally, her gaze fell on something she recognised. The harsh glare of light reflecting the sharp edge of a blade...