broken halo }} coralie
May 15, 2020 12:27:34 GMT -5
Post by gamemaker sloane ♕ kaяi ♕ on May 15, 2020 12:27:34 GMT -5
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Red.
Even with their yells of anger and cries for justice echoed behind me the room felt oddly silent. Poppy's body lay lifeless, limp in my arms, and as reality struck the voices behind you grew louder. My rage didn't subside as reality came to light, instead it was ignited.
A dangerous fire ready to destroy an entire forest.
Amrin's voice sung out the loudest, throwing out accusations left and right. My legs were wobbly beneath me, but I managed to stand. Words were meaningless, I'm almost positive that I just screamed. My hands found her shoulders and I shoved, hard. She stumbled backwards and tried to regain her balance, but the sink was to close and her head struck the edge with a sickening crack. Her body came tumbling down.
And so did mine.
I remember ending up on the floor, but I'm not sure how. The doors unlocked and the others swarmed out, but laid there on the cold tile floor, two lifeless bodies on either side.
Finally the rain poured down, and the fire was finally gone.
Strength finally reenters my body and I stand. The others are long gone, the lighting is inconsistent, and I have to glance down to make sure my mind wasn't playing tricks on me. No matter how hard I try to imagine otherwise, the bodies still lay there.
A quick check in the mirror to fix the smudged lipstick and running mascara and I walk away from them, forcing myself not to look back. I leave them behind, along with a piece of my soul.
I let my feet carry me through the mansion, the others must be around, and it is not safe to be alone right now.
Not even safe for me.
My eyes wander around the halls, searching for a sign of another human, but it is nearly impossible in the dark. The lights flash for a brief second and I can see a door left open slightly, just enough that another person could fit through before I'm swallowed in darkness once more.
I use the wall as my guide and manage to find the door knob. Slowly I pull it open and the squeaking of hinges seems to fill the entire mansion.
"Hello?"
Cautiously, I walk into the room. There was no answer so I do not venture further in, in fear that the killer is lurking behind a corner. Just as I am about to walk back out the lights flash on again and I jump. After a deep inhale I scan the room. No one.
I am not sure if I am thankful, or even more terrified.
I begin to walk around the office, my fingers leaving trails in the dust as I run them across the books on the shelf. They are drawn to a crimson cover and as I pull the book out there are no words on the front, only strange symbols that I do not recognize. Quickly I flip through the pages, I am certain they will do me no good, but I let my mind wander.
Useless.
I am really beginning to hate the color red.
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