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Chapter 1: Seeds of Evil
The darkness enveloped the small woman, touching every muscle in her body; swallowing her whole. She ran as fast as her legs could carry her. She ran into an endless fear, supported by the only fact of knowledge this could not be real. Her jet black hair was pulled into a ponytail, her brown eyes set on the target ahead: a small glimmer of light teasing her in the distance. The woman jumped over some fallen pillar, giving her a sense of comfort which made no sense at all. What ever was chasing her seemed to gain speed as she rounded an invisible corner. She came to a wall where she was sure the light source came from, but it had disappeared as well as her hope of escaping. The creatures behind her made disgusting sounds, making her stomach churn. She backed up, her arms out wide as she slid down in a corner, her arms hugging her closely for support. The monsters limped lifelessly as they came for her, tentacles writhing around her pale skin, touching her face and neck ready to devour her soul. They reached her as the darkness swallowed her whole…
Sweat poured from her forehead as she sat up in her bunker, listening to the night sounds of the desert. It was only a dream. She thought to herself, placing a shaky hand upon her head. She sighed, covering her body up in the off-white sheets the forces provided for her. The woman wore a black tank-top, slightly torn…everywhere. Her long gray pants covered her small, pale feet as she curled up into a ball trying to calm her quick beating heart. It seemed not to relax. She jerked her head towards the flap of the tent as a figure entered. It was a man clad in a full body suit of armor. It was only the Chief. She released her breathe she was holding, afraid it was those terrible beasts in her dream.
“You all right?” He asked, setting himself down on the end of her bunk.
“Yes…I’m fine, John. Just a bad dream.” She nodded, closing her brown eyes. She shifted her pillow revealing a Battle Rifle.
“Keep that close, huh?” Chief asked, nodding at the weapon.
The woman raised her eyebrows but smiled, “Yeah, I do. Just a precaution…you know.” She smirked, slightly blushing. She couldn’t see John’s reaction, but it was clear he was amused by the chuckle he emitted.
“Might I ask, what was the dream about?” He asked, resting his back against one of the posts.
Her smile faded and she grimaced, “Why?”
“Just wondering.” He replied, crossing his arms.
The woman hesitated, but sighed, “The Flood…it’s every night when I go to sleep. I have to have at least two dreams with them in it.” She replied in a small voice, covering herself tighter in the sheets.
John nodded and looked away, his orange visor catching the pale moonlight. “Don’t let it bother you…” He was cut off as one of the soldiers entered the tent.
“Sir, the perimeter is secure.” He stated, holding one of the flaps open with his left hand. In the other he held a SMG, gripping it tightly.
Chief nodded, “Thank you. You may go.” He sighed as the soldier left the tent. Chief turned himself towards the woman, pointing at her, “Don’t worry about it. All you have to worry about is actually facing them. Get some rest, General.”
Avian nodded and placed her head on the pillow. Tomorrow’s going to be a busy day.
 Laceration Pinicle · Mon Oct 22, 2007 @ 08:18pm · 1 Comments |
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