Sinful Feline
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Side note- This is the begainings of an rp, horror, men from outer space, changlings? kind of rp. Anyone who'd like to join in and warp it some more, would be welcomed. This is suppose to eventually turn into my story writers class final, but with out some input from others it sure wont get me anything close to an A lol-
Outside a mid summers storm took it's fury out upon the forest night.
She had awoken with a start, her heart racing triple time, unsure as to what had triggered this alarming response. As she sat up preparing to draw back the thin sheet that covered her form she thought she heard a sound with in the 4 walls of her room. Stopping in mid motion she changed her direction and reached for the cord of the lamp upon the table beside her bed, fingers shaking she reached for the cord, fumbled once then gripped the tiny chain and pulled, jerking her hand back to her side immediately. The light gave little help to calm her nerves, its small pool of illumination reached no further then the foot of her bed and what ever had made the sound was nearer to the door then her bed, for the moment that is her mind stepped in to correct her. Eyes straining to see what seem to be an outline of a person a few feet from the lights pool, she leaned a bit closer to the beds edge, then gasped and back tracked across the thin cotton sheets as the form stepped into the lights edge. It looked like her….Her but not her, for how could it be her if she was over here….Stop trying to rationalize and move her mind barked, and move she did. Once she had managed to scramble off the bed, right herself and try to figure out what in the hell was going on the form was moving closer, its mouth opening but sounds unlike anything she could make sense of where flowing from the mouth. With each step the form took towards her bed, she took one away tell the windows edge pressed into the small of her back. The sounds slowly became words, each having the same tone of urgency, Spanish ,French, German, they where words repeated in other languages, Godd how she wished she had taken another language back in school, finally English, the forum repeated the words in English! The look on her face must have given away that she knew English, because now the *Other her* spoke in a rapid voice with more urgency then before…..Run! Run now! No stop for eyes of red! Run human! The form had moved around the bed and saw no more then 6 feet from reaching her as its mouth opened and a sound so inhuman shrieked from its throat. With out a further thought she turned and slammed the window open, diving for the ground and silently thanking godd she’d not rented a two story cabin.
No sooner had she hit the ground that she was up and running, casting a glance back at her cabin illuminated like a fairytale by the full moon, and wishing to godd she had never looked. From the window the form still stood screeching at her and from the forest darkness around her cabin a dozen or more sets of red eyes seemed to find her and move forth at once. She ran, not looking over her shoulder again, not paying attention to the rocks and twigs that gouged into her bare feet or the bushes that snagged and ripped both her night dress and her flesh with out care. She had no idea where she was going, or of what she was running from, her only thought was to get as far away from what ever those things where , to find safety or…or die trying..
Up ahead she saw a faint outline of another cabin, one that did not look as new or well tended as her own, but hell, it was shelter and hopefully the last resident had left behind something she could use as a weapon should those things have followed her. Racing up the broken front steps she nearly collided with the door frame before regaining her balance and tugging desperately at the door handle tell she gained entrance and slammed the door behind her.
With her body against the door, she presses her forehead to the cold wood. Trying in vein to slow her hearts thunderous beatings, calm her ragged breathing and think straight...Think ...Think...THINK!! Her inner voice screamed. ..What are they? ... What do they want? ...What is the other ...Other her?!?...And for the love of her fleeing sanity...Why are they all after her!!!....
Not a single answer to the questions that kept repeating through her mind like a tape recorder on high speed...repeating out loud, at first to soft for her ears to hear over her own heart beat, then louder tell the screeching was nearly drown out ..Calm... I must remain calm... I MUST REMA....: she suddenly snaps her mouth closed in mid word, nearly biting the tip of her tongue off. If she was speaking loud enough to silence her own inner voice then she must be yelling loud enough to wake....no, not wake the dead...loud enough for Them to hear her as well.
Silenced now she strains to hear beyond the door, over the storms increasing squall and her bodies fear increased volume. A sudden boom of thunder deafens her and in the stillness that follows the crash her ears strains harder. A soft thudding from beyond the door...Followed by a softer dragging echo... thud... draggg...Thud... Draggg... Silence... Her once closed eyes snap open, her ear now pressed to the ungiving wood, ignoring the tiny needle like splinters that slip under her skin...Concentrating on the sound that now washes over her ear drums...what is ...I know that sou.....it reminds her of a child playing with a balloon...Inflate... Deflate...Infla...Breathing!! That sound is breathing.... But not normal human breathing, more like an asthmatic struggle for air......O-My Godd! It’s listening against the door! One of those things is pressed to the wooden frame doing exactly what she is doing...Listening!! ... Her mind screams this thought as her body reacts. Bracing her feet on the rotting wood floor she waits for what ever is on the other side to attempt to open the door....But nothing happens....No sudden shove...No banging... Nothing but the steady struggle for air greets her fraying nerves....
Creek......
A new sound, but not from outside...Her body goes rigged, the sound was to loud for it to be from outside....It came from inside, inside and by the volume, very close behind her. Tensing now as if awaiting a death blow... No not waiting for it, expecting it. But it doesn’t come. Instead a voice deep in baritone, slightly slurred assaults her backside. Its tone a cross of anger and confusion....
What in the hell is going on!! This is my house....My House! Do you hear me Little Miss brake in, cover the clean floor in mud and make enough noise to wake the dead...This is My House and I demand to know what you think yo...
: she swivels her body around to face the owner of the outraged voice. At 6ft5 and 270 lbs. he is normally seen as alarming, but given the current circumstance he is beyond terrifying in size and girth as he fills the doorway 10feet from her. Ignoring her body language as he gives his little speech tell her face is revealed in the dim light, his words curling back into his mouth just about as fast as they once flowed out.
The horror written on it is clear enough for even a blind man to see, her reaction leaving him bewildered. His mouth still hangs open for a moment, and then snaps closed as if at a loss for words, while she on the other hand has plenty of them.
However few of them make a clear picture of what is going on... “They...things...follow...red eyes.... She...Me...It... What do they...Wh... “: Several loud thuds echo out from planks that make up the porch just beyond the closed door, silencing her frightened babble of nonsense as well as bringing the first signs of alarm to the mans posture.
Outside a mid summers storm took it's fury out upon the forest night.
She had awoken with a start, her heart racing triple time, unsure as to what had triggered this alarming response. As she sat up preparing to draw back the thin sheet that covered her form she thought she heard a sound with in the 4 walls of her room. Stopping in mid motion she changed her direction and reached for the cord of the lamp upon the table beside her bed, fingers shaking she reached for the cord, fumbled once then gripped the tiny chain and pulled, jerking her hand back to her side immediately. The light gave little help to calm her nerves, its small pool of illumination reached no further then the foot of her bed and what ever had made the sound was nearer to the door then her bed, for the moment that is her mind stepped in to correct her. Eyes straining to see what seem to be an outline of a person a few feet from the lights pool, she leaned a bit closer to the beds edge, then gasped and back tracked across the thin cotton sheets as the form stepped into the lights edge. It looked like her….Her but not her, for how could it be her if she was over here….Stop trying to rationalize and move her mind barked, and move she did. Once she had managed to scramble off the bed, right herself and try to figure out what in the hell was going on the form was moving closer, its mouth opening but sounds unlike anything she could make sense of where flowing from the mouth. With each step the form took towards her bed, she took one away tell the windows edge pressed into the small of her back. The sounds slowly became words, each having the same tone of urgency, Spanish ,French, German, they where words repeated in other languages, Godd how she wished she had taken another language back in school, finally English, the forum repeated the words in English! The look on her face must have given away that she knew English, because now the *Other her* spoke in a rapid voice with more urgency then before…..Run! Run now! No stop for eyes of red! Run human! The form had moved around the bed and saw no more then 6 feet from reaching her as its mouth opened and a sound so inhuman shrieked from its throat. With out a further thought she turned and slammed the window open, diving for the ground and silently thanking godd she’d not rented a two story cabin.
No sooner had she hit the ground that she was up and running, casting a glance back at her cabin illuminated like a fairytale by the full moon, and wishing to godd she had never looked. From the window the form still stood screeching at her and from the forest darkness around her cabin a dozen or more sets of red eyes seemed to find her and move forth at once. She ran, not looking over her shoulder again, not paying attention to the rocks and twigs that gouged into her bare feet or the bushes that snagged and ripped both her night dress and her flesh with out care. She had no idea where she was going, or of what she was running from, her only thought was to get as far away from what ever those things where , to find safety or…or die trying..
Up ahead she saw a faint outline of another cabin, one that did not look as new or well tended as her own, but hell, it was shelter and hopefully the last resident had left behind something she could use as a weapon should those things have followed her. Racing up the broken front steps she nearly collided with the door frame before regaining her balance and tugging desperately at the door handle tell she gained entrance and slammed the door behind her.
With her body against the door, she presses her forehead to the cold wood. Trying in vein to slow her hearts thunderous beatings, calm her ragged breathing and think straight...Think ...Think...THINK!! Her inner voice screamed. ..What are they? ... What do they want? ...What is the other ...Other her?!?...And for the love of her fleeing sanity...Why are they all after her!!!....
Not a single answer to the questions that kept repeating through her mind like a tape recorder on high speed...repeating out loud, at first to soft for her ears to hear over her own heart beat, then louder tell the screeching was nearly drown out ..Calm... I must remain calm... I MUST REMA....: she suddenly snaps her mouth closed in mid word, nearly biting the tip of her tongue off. If she was speaking loud enough to silence her own inner voice then she must be yelling loud enough to wake....no, not wake the dead...loud enough for Them to hear her as well.
Silenced now she strains to hear beyond the door, over the storms increasing squall and her bodies fear increased volume. A sudden boom of thunder deafens her and in the stillness that follows the crash her ears strains harder. A soft thudding from beyond the door...Followed by a softer dragging echo... thud... draggg...Thud... Draggg... Silence... Her once closed eyes snap open, her ear now pressed to the ungiving wood, ignoring the tiny needle like splinters that slip under her skin...Concentrating on the sound that now washes over her ear drums...what is ...I know that sou.....it reminds her of a child playing with a balloon...Inflate... Deflate...Infla...Breathing!! That sound is breathing.... But not normal human breathing, more like an asthmatic struggle for air......O-My Godd! It’s listening against the door! One of those things is pressed to the wooden frame doing exactly what she is doing...Listening!! ... Her mind screams this thought as her body reacts. Bracing her feet on the rotting wood floor she waits for what ever is on the other side to attempt to open the door....But nothing happens....No sudden shove...No banging... Nothing but the steady struggle for air greets her fraying nerves....
Creek......
A new sound, but not from outside...Her body goes rigged, the sound was to loud for it to be from outside....It came from inside, inside and by the volume, very close behind her. Tensing now as if awaiting a death blow... No not waiting for it, expecting it. But it doesn’t come. Instead a voice deep in baritone, slightly slurred assaults her backside. Its tone a cross of anger and confusion....
What in the hell is going on!! This is my house....My House! Do you hear me Little Miss brake in, cover the clean floor in mud and make enough noise to wake the dead...This is My House and I demand to know what you think yo...
: she swivels her body around to face the owner of the outraged voice. At 6ft5 and 270 lbs. he is normally seen as alarming, but given the current circumstance he is beyond terrifying in size and girth as he fills the doorway 10feet from her. Ignoring her body language as he gives his little speech tell her face is revealed in the dim light, his words curling back into his mouth just about as fast as they once flowed out.
The horror written on it is clear enough for even a blind man to see, her reaction leaving him bewildered. His mouth still hangs open for a moment, and then snaps closed as if at a loss for words, while she on the other hand has plenty of them.
However few of them make a clear picture of what is going on... “They...things...follow...red eyes.... She...Me...It... What do they...Wh... “: Several loud thuds echo out from planks that make up the porch just beyond the closed door, silencing her frightened babble of nonsense as well as bringing the first signs of alarm to the mans posture.