Post by Orome on Oct 6, 2006 17:44:23 GMT -5
Prologue
The last rays of sunlight filtered in through the windows of 510 Pine Avenue, casting dark shadows across the hardwood of the master bedroom. With a light blue towel wrapped tightly around her, the young woman stepped from the ensuite, her small feet padding softly towards window. Holding the towel close to her with one hand, she slid the window open, and drew the curtains closed, allowing them to billow in the breeze.
Dropping the towel into a wicker hamper, Aeryn Wyatt stood in front of a large full length mirror, staring into her eyes, green like her fathers, and looking tired from her day at St. Michaels Hospital. She looked down at the dark red polish on her toes and ran her eyes up over her body, the butterfly tattoo on her calve a striking violet against her pale skin. Her eyes rolled over the curves of her body, still taught with youth, and landed on her left arm. She frowned as she looked over the long scar on her forearm. A five inch long tear in her otherwise firm, unmarred flesh, a souvenir of a crazed patient a few months earilier. She turned from the mirror and switched off the light, plunging the room into darkness. Sighing, Aeryn slipped into bed, pulling the sheet up over her and trying to forget the world as she fell asleep.
Aeryn awoke, a silver haze around her and moonlight crawling pale across the hardwood. Her dark hair framed her face as she sat up and fumbled for the light.
Flick.
Nothing.
Flick Flick.
Still nothing.
She looked at her clock, or where her clock would have been, an old black digital, with bright green numbers. The power was out. She fumbled at her bedside for her flashlight. Her fingers searched the drawer for the cylindrical shape of the MagLite she kept there.
"f**k!" she gasped, as her fingers found the sharp edge of a old nail. She could taste blood as she brought her index finger to her lips.
Reaching back in, and carefully avoiding the nail, she found the flashlight. Bringing it to her face she gave it a quick twist. She frowned. Not as bright as it should be, but better than nothing. She pushed back the covers, shivering as the breeze hit her bare skin, making her goosepimple. She heard the rain pouring now, heavy, loudly pinging as drops bounced off her Miata. Swinging her legs around and putting her feet on the floor, she stood up, shining the flashlight ahead of her, towards the open window. She made her way over, feeling the water beneath her where the rain had swept in. She held the light in her teeth as she pulled the window shut.
Flash.
She jumped backwards, dropping the flashlight, and plunging into darkness.
"Shit," She sighed.
Jumping at lightning like a kid
Aeryn looked back towards the window.
Was it just lightning?
She shook her head, and fumbled for the light on the floor.
Eyes...yellow eyes
The light switched on as she gripped it.
It was lightning...get a grip
Thunder rolled heavily as she stood for a moment, reassured with the light in her hands. She turned around and pointed it towards her door, the dark shape of her robe hanging on it's brass hook, standing clearly against the white of her door, even in the darkness. She threw the robe over her shoulders, and tying the belt around her waist, headed towards the kitchen. The sound of the heavy rain, and the soft sound of her feet were the only things the pierce the silence as she made herself a sandwich. She took a candle from the counter and lit it. The scent of strawberry filled the room as she turned off the flashlight and bit into her sandwich. Flash. The room lit up, casting strange shadows in all directions.
Quit spooking yourself, you baby
She finished her sandwich, grabbed the flashlight, and blew out the candle. Pulling her robe closer to her, she moved towards her bedroom, ignoring the sounds of the storm outside.
Flash.
The hallway lit up as she moved across the house.
Crash.
The sound of steel buckling under weight.
Aeryn, sped around, her heart racing.
Shit, shit, shit...please don't...
Chunks of red steel stuck out from beneath the greens and reds of the large maple that had, since she was a little girl, stood in her front yard. Glass was scattered everywhere. Aeryn frowned, on the edge of tears. She lifted her head at the rumbling sound that was down the street. Turning to see the massive tower of smoke and debris, she let out a silent scream and ran, fast as she could, her robe falling to the ground in her panick, towards her basement. Slamming the door behind her, she leapt down the stairs, missing the last step and crashing hard into the concrete.
The roar outside grew louder. Aeryn curled in a ball, tears flowing down her face, already red and blotchy, in a corner beneath the stairs. She covered her ears, as the sound of breakign glass, and splintering wood surrounded her. The surrounding cacophony sending shivers of terror though her, she closed her eyes. The basement windows imploded, and she screamed as the glass fell around her. The door above tore off its hinges, and the steps cracked sending chunks of heavy pine towards her. She opened her eyes and waved her hands frantically in front of her, on slamming into her arm, splintering into the old scar. She winced and another board came at her, she ducked, but it caught the top of her brow.
....eyes...yellow eyes
She moaned, she could feel blood on her face. Disoriented, she tried to stand, staggering on one knee, then falling forwards onto the cold concrete.
Leon...
The last rays of sunlight filtered in through the windows of 510 Pine Avenue, casting dark shadows across the hardwood of the master bedroom. With a light blue towel wrapped tightly around her, the young woman stepped from the ensuite, her small feet padding softly towards window. Holding the towel close to her with one hand, she slid the window open, and drew the curtains closed, allowing them to billow in the breeze.
Dropping the towel into a wicker hamper, Aeryn Wyatt stood in front of a large full length mirror, staring into her eyes, green like her fathers, and looking tired from her day at St. Michaels Hospital. She looked down at the dark red polish on her toes and ran her eyes up over her body, the butterfly tattoo on her calve a striking violet against her pale skin. Her eyes rolled over the curves of her body, still taught with youth, and landed on her left arm. She frowned as she looked over the long scar on her forearm. A five inch long tear in her otherwise firm, unmarred flesh, a souvenir of a crazed patient a few months earilier. She turned from the mirror and switched off the light, plunging the room into darkness. Sighing, Aeryn slipped into bed, pulling the sheet up over her and trying to forget the world as she fell asleep.
Aeryn awoke, a silver haze around her and moonlight crawling pale across the hardwood. Her dark hair framed her face as she sat up and fumbled for the light.
Flick.
Nothing.
Flick Flick.
Still nothing.
She looked at her clock, or where her clock would have been, an old black digital, with bright green numbers. The power was out. She fumbled at her bedside for her flashlight. Her fingers searched the drawer for the cylindrical shape of the MagLite she kept there.
"f**k!" she gasped, as her fingers found the sharp edge of a old nail. She could taste blood as she brought her index finger to her lips.
Reaching back in, and carefully avoiding the nail, she found the flashlight. Bringing it to her face she gave it a quick twist. She frowned. Not as bright as it should be, but better than nothing. She pushed back the covers, shivering as the breeze hit her bare skin, making her goosepimple. She heard the rain pouring now, heavy, loudly pinging as drops bounced off her Miata. Swinging her legs around and putting her feet on the floor, she stood up, shining the flashlight ahead of her, towards the open window. She made her way over, feeling the water beneath her where the rain had swept in. She held the light in her teeth as she pulled the window shut.
Flash.
She jumped backwards, dropping the flashlight, and plunging into darkness.
"Shit," She sighed.
Jumping at lightning like a kid
Aeryn looked back towards the window.
Was it just lightning?
She shook her head, and fumbled for the light on the floor.
Eyes...yellow eyes
The light switched on as she gripped it.
It was lightning...get a grip
Thunder rolled heavily as she stood for a moment, reassured with the light in her hands. She turned around and pointed it towards her door, the dark shape of her robe hanging on it's brass hook, standing clearly against the white of her door, even in the darkness. She threw the robe over her shoulders, and tying the belt around her waist, headed towards the kitchen. The sound of the heavy rain, and the soft sound of her feet were the only things the pierce the silence as she made herself a sandwich. She took a candle from the counter and lit it. The scent of strawberry filled the room as she turned off the flashlight and bit into her sandwich. Flash. The room lit up, casting strange shadows in all directions.
Quit spooking yourself, you baby
She finished her sandwich, grabbed the flashlight, and blew out the candle. Pulling her robe closer to her, she moved towards her bedroom, ignoring the sounds of the storm outside.
Flash.
The hallway lit up as she moved across the house.
Crash.
The sound of steel buckling under weight.
Aeryn, sped around, her heart racing.
Shit, shit, shit...please don't...
Chunks of red steel stuck out from beneath the greens and reds of the large maple that had, since she was a little girl, stood in her front yard. Glass was scattered everywhere. Aeryn frowned, on the edge of tears. She lifted her head at the rumbling sound that was down the street. Turning to see the massive tower of smoke and debris, she let out a silent scream and ran, fast as she could, her robe falling to the ground in her panick, towards her basement. Slamming the door behind her, she leapt down the stairs, missing the last step and crashing hard into the concrete.
The roar outside grew louder. Aeryn curled in a ball, tears flowing down her face, already red and blotchy, in a corner beneath the stairs. She covered her ears, as the sound of breakign glass, and splintering wood surrounded her. The surrounding cacophony sending shivers of terror though her, she closed her eyes. The basement windows imploded, and she screamed as the glass fell around her. The door above tore off its hinges, and the steps cracked sending chunks of heavy pine towards her. She opened her eyes and waved her hands frantically in front of her, on slamming into her arm, splintering into the old scar. She winced and another board came at her, she ducked, but it caught the top of her brow.
....eyes...yellow eyes
She moaned, she could feel blood on her face. Disoriented, she tried to stand, staggering on one knee, then falling forwards onto the cold concrete.
Leon...
