Post by Deleted on Mar 9, 2015 9:04:22 GMT -5
*CREEEEAK*
Her eyes snapped open as the echo faded and the dark room settled in front of her. As her eyes fought to adjust to the harshness of the dark, the cold of the floor she was on started to pinch. To ease the pinch Amy gingerly battled to her feet with the only sounds filling the void being the clap of her hands pushing against concrete. Eyes adjusted, she scanned an empty, vast room with a single wooden door in front of her, illuminated by a lone bulb. Seeing little option, she started for the door but stopped suddenly as pain roared through her temple as if something had burrowed its way from one ear and darted its way to the other in split second time. The yell of pain bounced from wall to wall as she gripped her head and pushing it inwards and suddenly she felt like this empty room was the cause of his pain.
A crash interrupts his pain, causing him to stare at the door in front of him. The crash was quickly followed by a familiar yell, so familiar that it caused Amy to stumble to the door and pull. The door felt heavier than expected but nothing would have stopped her as the voice she had heard every day for years continued to curse. She yanked hard and the door finally followed the force and unveiled a hallway. A hallway that she had travelled through for an age before but never like this, never with such unfamiliarity.
In front of Amy was a barely visible hallway, surrounded by white stretching from a shiny brown floor all the way to a dirty, fading ceiling. The only things breaking the white walls were various slanted landscapes portraits but they were hard to identify in the darkness. Amy heard only silence except for the rhythmic beating of the rain outside.
As she squinted to peel the dark away, a steady swinging noise creaked its way through the empty cavern. The strange creaking continued to sway its way to her ears as she felt the magnetic pull, dragging her half-conscious body towards the mysterious sound. Ever so slightly stepping towards the unknown horror caused her body to prickle and slither in an unknown apprehension and fear. The slow and gentle noise left an unknown black hole in her stomach as she found her coming to a dark and disheveling wooden door and despite stepping slowly the door grew larger as the door came closer.
To her horror, the door reeked its way open in front of her to unveil the source of the swinging creak. There it was in front of her, rocking and taunting, slowly and purposefully. The hammer drove her wild as her heart pounded its way from the pit of her stomach, all the way up to the top of her throat. Swallowing away her terror, she stepped forward as the rocking chair swung despite being empty. Allowing her hand to stretch from the side of her body, towards the empty and swaying chair but just as the tip of her finger is just about to fondle the chair, it abruptly stops. With the sole creaking noise gone, the only noise was the heavy breathing escaping from poor Amy’s mouth.
The intake and outtake seemed to allow Amy a few seconds of reprieve to drown in her confusion and fear before the door behind her suddenly roared behind her. The slamming of the door caused her to turn with such pace, her neck clicked but that was the last thing on her mind as she came face to face with the evil that had been hiding in the shadows. The sick, smiling face that was peeking through the curtain of hair that hung lazily from the temple of his head. She knew about the sleek green eyes that stabbed her with their gaze and greedily drunk in her fear and features. The hair draped and clung to the cheeks, keeping some of the evil hidden from her gaze but the spread grin was prevalent as ever. The smile that seemed to not only taunt but drip feed her soul away from her along with her conscious thought.
The smile soon started to break as the black of his mouth began to allow the slow and deep laugh scratch its way past throat and to her ears. The laugh continued to attack as he slowly allowed the hair to part and the darkness deep in his eyes began to suck her in, began to cloud around her and squeeze her into unconsciousness and as she floated to the floor, all she felt were the tears bathing her cheeks and her eyes being filled with the face of Kristoff Michaelson getting ever closer to her face…
The force of the dream startled her awake so hard that the chair she was tied to shouted in pain from the movement. The startled scream echoed around the room and bounced back to her as she tried her best to adjust to the room, still seeing Kristoff’s face inches from her own but the furrow of her brow seem to cause the face to slow shrink away into dust.
It took her a few minutes to realise she was back in the dark, cavern of a room that she had spent the last……was it 3 weeks now? She had lost count of the days, to which she could only tell by the light leaking in from the frequent visits. The visits that always ended in pain and questions but no answers that seemed to please her captor. Kristoff continued to demand her to break for him, to become his pawn and his follower but the more she agreed and pleading “yes” to his demands, the more he tortured and the more he stretched any resolve from just letting go of the life source that pumped inside her. Just thinking about what was to come, caused her face to groove and the tears tried to escape but with no more liquid inside her, only dust managed to caress her cheek.
Shaking her hands in vain, just like she had many times before, she let out a pathetic sob and started to allow the dark cloud to descend when she heard it…she heard the soft creak as the door behind her began to creak its way slowly open and she knew what it meant. He was here…
“Bad dream?” asked the smooth yet malevolent voice before a low, dry laugh crept its way around the room and circled around Amy before resting on her ear drum. “Well, while you are awake, I have a few familiar questions…”
“Please, Kristoff…not again, I don’t know what you want from me”, the pleads fell aimlessly from her mouth and tumbled to the floor, exactly where Kristoff Michaelson stepped on them as he paced to stand in front of her. She tried to keep her eyes to the floor but her chin was soon forced upwards to look him in the eyes. The sick feeling she was familiar to by now began to rise as Kristoff’s hand smoothly slid the red strands of hair from clinging to her cheek.
“My dear, I can see you are close. I can see you are close to finally knowing what it means to follow me, I just have to be sure. I just need to know that you follow me because you are broken and fearful, not because of some fleeting hope that it will allow you some freedom from me.” The voice continued to silkily badger her as she looked up at his face, ranging from a smile to true compassion. “I just want you to make the choice for the right reasons”
“Please Kristoff, I choose to follow. I promise I do.” The promise slipped from her and floated up to him but she knew he didn’t believe it, she knew the answer before he spoke it.
“Promises are not what I want, it’s undying allegiance. Allegiance that you will give to me, by the end of tonight…I already know it…” The final sentence infected her ears as Kristoff’s face began to slowly descend towards her face and the dread she felt rose once again…
Her eyes snapped open as the echo faded and the dark room settled in front of her. As her eyes fought to adjust to the harshness of the dark, the cold of the floor she was on started to pinch. To ease the pinch Amy gingerly battled to her feet with the only sounds filling the void being the clap of her hands pushing against concrete. Eyes adjusted, she scanned an empty, vast room with a single wooden door in front of her, illuminated by a lone bulb. Seeing little option, she started for the door but stopped suddenly as pain roared through her temple as if something had burrowed its way from one ear and darted its way to the other in split second time. The yell of pain bounced from wall to wall as she gripped her head and pushing it inwards and suddenly she felt like this empty room was the cause of his pain.
A crash interrupts his pain, causing him to stare at the door in front of him. The crash was quickly followed by a familiar yell, so familiar that it caused Amy to stumble to the door and pull. The door felt heavier than expected but nothing would have stopped her as the voice she had heard every day for years continued to curse. She yanked hard and the door finally followed the force and unveiled a hallway. A hallway that she had travelled through for an age before but never like this, never with such unfamiliarity.
In front of Amy was a barely visible hallway, surrounded by white stretching from a shiny brown floor all the way to a dirty, fading ceiling. The only things breaking the white walls were various slanted landscapes portraits but they were hard to identify in the darkness. Amy heard only silence except for the rhythmic beating of the rain outside.
As she squinted to peel the dark away, a steady swinging noise creaked its way through the empty cavern. The strange creaking continued to sway its way to her ears as she felt the magnetic pull, dragging her half-conscious body towards the mysterious sound. Ever so slightly stepping towards the unknown horror caused her body to prickle and slither in an unknown apprehension and fear. The slow and gentle noise left an unknown black hole in her stomach as she found her coming to a dark and disheveling wooden door and despite stepping slowly the door grew larger as the door came closer.
To her horror, the door reeked its way open in front of her to unveil the source of the swinging creak. There it was in front of her, rocking and taunting, slowly and purposefully. The hammer drove her wild as her heart pounded its way from the pit of her stomach, all the way up to the top of her throat. Swallowing away her terror, she stepped forward as the rocking chair swung despite being empty. Allowing her hand to stretch from the side of her body, towards the empty and swaying chair but just as the tip of her finger is just about to fondle the chair, it abruptly stops. With the sole creaking noise gone, the only noise was the heavy breathing escaping from poor Amy’s mouth.
The intake and outtake seemed to allow Amy a few seconds of reprieve to drown in her confusion and fear before the door behind her suddenly roared behind her. The slamming of the door caused her to turn with such pace, her neck clicked but that was the last thing on her mind as she came face to face with the evil that had been hiding in the shadows. The sick, smiling face that was peeking through the curtain of hair that hung lazily from the temple of his head. She knew about the sleek green eyes that stabbed her with their gaze and greedily drunk in her fear and features. The hair draped and clung to the cheeks, keeping some of the evil hidden from her gaze but the spread grin was prevalent as ever. The smile that seemed to not only taunt but drip feed her soul away from her along with her conscious thought.
The smile soon started to break as the black of his mouth began to allow the slow and deep laugh scratch its way past throat and to her ears. The laugh continued to attack as he slowly allowed the hair to part and the darkness deep in his eyes began to suck her in, began to cloud around her and squeeze her into unconsciousness and as she floated to the floor, all she felt were the tears bathing her cheeks and her eyes being filled with the face of Kristoff Michaelson getting ever closer to her face…
The force of the dream startled her awake so hard that the chair she was tied to shouted in pain from the movement. The startled scream echoed around the room and bounced back to her as she tried her best to adjust to the room, still seeing Kristoff’s face inches from her own but the furrow of her brow seem to cause the face to slow shrink away into dust.
It took her a few minutes to realise she was back in the dark, cavern of a room that she had spent the last……was it 3 weeks now? She had lost count of the days, to which she could only tell by the light leaking in from the frequent visits. The visits that always ended in pain and questions but no answers that seemed to please her captor. Kristoff continued to demand her to break for him, to become his pawn and his follower but the more she agreed and pleading “yes” to his demands, the more he tortured and the more he stretched any resolve from just letting go of the life source that pumped inside her. Just thinking about what was to come, caused her face to groove and the tears tried to escape but with no more liquid inside her, only dust managed to caress her cheek.
Shaking her hands in vain, just like she had many times before, she let out a pathetic sob and started to allow the dark cloud to descend when she heard it…she heard the soft creak as the door behind her began to creak its way slowly open and she knew what it meant. He was here…
“Bad dream?” asked the smooth yet malevolent voice before a low, dry laugh crept its way around the room and circled around Amy before resting on her ear drum. “Well, while you are awake, I have a few familiar questions…”
“Please, Kristoff…not again, I don’t know what you want from me”, the pleads fell aimlessly from her mouth and tumbled to the floor, exactly where Kristoff Michaelson stepped on them as he paced to stand in front of her. She tried to keep her eyes to the floor but her chin was soon forced upwards to look him in the eyes. The sick feeling she was familiar to by now began to rise as Kristoff’s hand smoothly slid the red strands of hair from clinging to her cheek.
“My dear, I can see you are close. I can see you are close to finally knowing what it means to follow me, I just have to be sure. I just need to know that you follow me because you are broken and fearful, not because of some fleeting hope that it will allow you some freedom from me.” The voice continued to silkily badger her as she looked up at his face, ranging from a smile to true compassion. “I just want you to make the choice for the right reasons”
“Please Kristoff, I choose to follow. I promise I do.” The promise slipped from her and floated up to him but she knew he didn’t believe it, she knew the answer before he spoke it.
“Promises are not what I want, it’s undying allegiance. Allegiance that you will give to me, by the end of tonight…I already know it…” The final sentence infected her ears as Kristoff’s face began to slowly descend towards her face and the dread she felt rose once again…