karma's gonna track you down // ally&thekiller
Jan 17, 2023 18:33:21 GMT -5
Post by gamemaker sloane ♕ kaяi ♕ on Jan 17, 2023 18:33:21 GMT -5
A L L Y
She has to find him.
She just has to.
She has to let him know how she feels, really feels. Because they must be soul mates, right? You can’t feel this deeply about someone and it mean nothing. She refuses to believe it. Whoever is up there couldn’t be so cruel.
Could they?
Another swig of whatever was in her hand brought to her mouth, the firey liquid burning her throat on its way down. And she prayed it brought her courage.
Even if it was just enough.
Her legs wobbled as they tried to walk her in a straight line towards the house. Maverick and Naomi had slipped away there, at least, that’s what the whispers were saying. But that meant nothing, right? They must simply want another drink or got a little too cold.
Then a blood curdling scream almost brought her to her knees.
No.
One last drink before she tossed it to the side. He must be okay.
He must be, he must be, he must be.
And there he was, standing in the entrance of that damn house. Alone. A sigh of relief escaped her lips, but the creeping feeling that something wasn’t right began to consume her. Ally threw her arms around Maverick and the warmth of his body swept over her and an instant feeling of calm.
But it didn’t last long.
”Maverick, I…I have to tell you,” she forced her mouth not to slur her words the best she could. He had to listen to her, because drunk words are sober thoughts, right? But it didn’t matter.
Because instead of returning her embrace, he pushed her away.
Just like always.
”Where’s Naomi?!”
”I-I,” the tears began welling up in her eyes, but she cleared her throat and forced them back done. Nothing hurt as much as the sting of rejection, not even death. Her hands tug on the leather jacket she so carefully picked out for the night in an attempt to straighten it. ”I’ll go find her.”
And without another word, she was off.
This would do it. This would finally get Mav to notice her. He would finally have no other choice. Ally turned on her heel and headed towards the greenhouse first. It was impossible to tell where the scream had originated from, but she figured the smartest thing was to work outside in.
The smell of dirt and plants filled her nose the moment she walked in. For somewhere that should have been dark, it was extremely well lit.
And it didn’t take her long to figure out why.
The sound of the projector ticking was deafening, and the images displayed on the greenhouse wall made her audibly gasp. The night. That night was blown up for the world to see. Her hand cupped her mouth and she forced her eyes closed as she backed out. She couldn’t relive that night.
She just couldn’t.
The stairs creaked as she finally made her way inside. The house was enormous, she was bound to get lost, and Naomi may not even be in here.
She may already be long gone.
But for Maverick? Ally had to find out.
The house was almost pitch black, and she was too terrified to find out if the lights worked or not. So, she used her hands and the walls for guidance, praying for once she wouldn’t fall flat on her face. She blindly tore apart the cabinets in the bathroom, the shower curtain, but there was nothing. No flashlight, no Naomi.
Nothing.
Back down the stairs and into a space that resembled something of a living room. She forced herself to squint, to gather in as much of the space as she possible could. At least there were items in here that seemed slightly more useful. Ally gripped her fingers tightly around the fire poker she had managed to salvage as she continued to search the room.
There must be something more.
The squeak of the floorboard.
Someone’s here.
”Hello?” It was barely but a whisper on her lip.
Silence.
She didn’t dare to breathe again.
She just has to.
She has to let him know how she feels, really feels. Because they must be soul mates, right? You can’t feel this deeply about someone and it mean nothing. She refuses to believe it. Whoever is up there couldn’t be so cruel.
Could they?
Another swig of whatever was in her hand brought to her mouth, the firey liquid burning her throat on its way down. And she prayed it brought her courage.
Even if it was just enough.
Her legs wobbled as they tried to walk her in a straight line towards the house. Maverick and Naomi had slipped away there, at least, that’s what the whispers were saying. But that meant nothing, right? They must simply want another drink or got a little too cold.
Then a blood curdling scream almost brought her to her knees.
No.
One last drink before she tossed it to the side. He must be okay.
He must be, he must be, he must be.
And there he was, standing in the entrance of that damn house. Alone. A sigh of relief escaped her lips, but the creeping feeling that something wasn’t right began to consume her. Ally threw her arms around Maverick and the warmth of his body swept over her and an instant feeling of calm.
But it didn’t last long.
”Maverick, I…I have to tell you,” she forced her mouth not to slur her words the best she could. He had to listen to her, because drunk words are sober thoughts, right? But it didn’t matter.
Because instead of returning her embrace, he pushed her away.
Just like always.
”Where’s Naomi?!”
”I-I,” the tears began welling up in her eyes, but she cleared her throat and forced them back done. Nothing hurt as much as the sting of rejection, not even death. Her hands tug on the leather jacket she so carefully picked out for the night in an attempt to straighten it. ”I’ll go find her.”
And without another word, she was off.
This would do it. This would finally get Mav to notice her. He would finally have no other choice. Ally turned on her heel and headed towards the greenhouse first. It was impossible to tell where the scream had originated from, but she figured the smartest thing was to work outside in.
The smell of dirt and plants filled her nose the moment she walked in. For somewhere that should have been dark, it was extremely well lit.
And it didn’t take her long to figure out why.
The sound of the projector ticking was deafening, and the images displayed on the greenhouse wall made her audibly gasp. The night. That night was blown up for the world to see. Her hand cupped her mouth and she forced her eyes closed as she backed out. She couldn’t relive that night.
She just couldn’t.
The stairs creaked as she finally made her way inside. The house was enormous, she was bound to get lost, and Naomi may not even be in here.
She may already be long gone.
But for Maverick? Ally had to find out.
The house was almost pitch black, and she was too terrified to find out if the lights worked or not. So, she used her hands and the walls for guidance, praying for once she wouldn’t fall flat on her face. She blindly tore apart the cabinets in the bathroom, the shower curtain, but there was nothing. No flashlight, no Naomi.
Nothing.
Back down the stairs and into a space that resembled something of a living room. She forced herself to squint, to gather in as much of the space as she possible could. At least there were items in here that seemed slightly more useful. Ally gripped her fingers tightly around the fire poker she had managed to salvage as she continued to search the room.
There must be something more.
The squeak of the floorboard.
Someone’s here.
”Hello?” It was barely but a whisper on her lip.
Silence.
She didn’t dare to breathe again.
