My View From the Window ~ Chapter Five
I have never felt a silence so dense as the seconds that followed.
My eyes never left the fortune teller’s face, who was still
staring down with an amused, trace-like delirium
at the Tarot card in her hand. My surroundings had turned
chillingly still, like a dark arctic tundra, and for a
moment I found myself forgetting about everything but my confused
thoughts.
I took it upon myself to speak first.
“................................Wh...............what.....?” I
stammered quietly, gazing over towards the woman across
from me. “.................What........what did you
say...........?”
A loud shuffling came from the entrance behind me, and all at once
I heard Tifa exclaim softly, “.....Oh,
no, Vincent, come back....! Where are you going...? Vincent....!”
I turned in time to see his dark form shove aside the tent flap
and storm quickly outside, and Tifa and
Cloud immediately directed their eyes to the ground. I stared
after Vincent for several seconds, then slowly turned
to face the woman once again. Several more seconds of silence
ensued, and then gradually I felt a smile creeping
up onto my face, followed by a fit of hysterical laughter that
grew louder as it progressed. “.....Are....are you
insane??!” I choked breathlessly through my giggling.
“...Re...reincarnation??! That’s the stupidest thing I’ve ever
heard!! Imagine....me, a reincarnation of some dead woman...!
Hahahaha!! Lady, you’ve completely flipped!!” I
got to my feet, shoving aside a hanging dream catcher, and dusted
myself off. “I’m outta here, I’m not going to
listen to this crap for one more--”
“Do you accuse the spirits of lying?” the fortuneteller questioned
nastily, glaring up towards my face.
“...Yeah, yeah, the ‘spirits’, lady. They always were the
dishonest sort.” I let out another amused laugh,
then turned and headed towards the entranceway.
“.......Reincarnation.....that’s the stupidest thing I’ve ever--”
“Deny the truth and those you love will perish.” The woman
casually shifted the cards before her into a
neat pile, then slowly glanced up towards me. “You believe that
simply by ignoring it that it will all simply
disappear...?”
“You’re out of your mind, you hear me??!” I snapped, whirling back
around to face her once again. “Who
could ever believe any of that rebirth crap??”
“One that knows the truth...” The fortuneteller gently placed the
deck back into the treasure chest beside
her, gazing towards the ground. “However, I should have expected
that you would not believe. But when Rael
finds you, all will come clear...”
“You are the--” I stopped suddenly, gazing down towards her.
“........R....Rael....? Who’s--”
I was silenced as suddenly her head snapped up towards me, and all
at once she raised her arms above
her. “Do you hear??” she shrieked loudly, closing her eyes. “The
spirits....they despise the infidel!! They are
demanding just punishment!! They screech for your blood!!”
I emitted a terrified scream and whipped my hands in front of my
face as a powerful blast of wind lashed
around my body and I could hear the piercing noise of a choir of
unearthly voices howling in my ear. I could feel
the presence of numerous invisible beings swirling about me,
bellowing shrilly in my ears, clawing at my clothes.
I forced my eyes open, and all at once the windstorm stopped.
Panting, I slowly lowered my arms from before my eyes and gazed
around me. The tent was unusually
silent and dark, with the exception of several wind chimes and
dream catchers swaying lightly in the murkiness,
and as my eyes fell to the pillow across from me I could tell that
the woman was no longer there.
*****
He had not moved.
Vincent and I sat alone in the mechanical trolley as it moved
silently down the wire, and behind me I
could see the elaborate form of the Gold Saucer gradually
disappearing from sight. Tifa and Cloud had stayed
behind to assist in the cleanup, but they had insisted that both
Vincent and I return back to his apartment. Vincent
had remained silent since we had met up with him after departing
from the tent, and now he even refused to make
eye contact with me at all.
I had been staring over at him for quite some time from across the
trolley, but now I slowly directed my
vision towards my feet. What’s he so uptight about...? I
thought, rather depressed. It was only some stupid fortune
teller....it’s not like.....
“Y’know, it’s not the truth!” I suddenly piped up, then internally
slapped myself for talking amongst my
thoughts.
Vincent didn’t reply, but after a moment’s hesitation slowly
shifted his gaze over onto my face.
“.......Um....what...what I mean is, the fortune teller was
wrong,” I told him quietly, rubbing the back of
my neck. “I’m....I’m not the reincarnation of anyone, I’m really
not. She just made all that up, I know she did...”
There was a second or two of silence, and then he brushed aside a
strand of black hair that had fallen
across his face. “............Oh, really.........?”
“.....Well, you don’t believe any of that reincarnation crap, do
you??” I asked him. “You know, being
reborn as something else depending on your actions in a past
life......You really don’t think any of that’s true, do
you??”
He stared over at me for several seconds, then shifted his gaze
back out the window beside him. “......I
guess not....”
Once again an eerie silence filled the trolley, and suddenly found
myself growing rather impatient.
“....Then why the hell do you keep actin’ so weird for??!” I
snapped nastily, standing up. “It’s bad enough you
won’t even let me know who this damn woman is, but now you think
that I actually am her?! Why do you always
act like there’s a stick up your ass??!”
He didn’t even look towards me, simply continued staring out
towards the ground below, then slowly shut
his eyes and exhaled a weary sigh. “...........No, I guess you
wouldn’t be Lucrecia, would you...?”
“.........................H.....huh??” I blinked several times,
gaping over at him, then slowly lowered myself
back into a sitting position. Neither of us spoke a word until the
trolley reached the station.
*****
I tugged lightly on the needle in my hands, yanking the thread
through the clothing I held, then slipped it
back through again with a rather clumsy twist of my wrist. After
Vincent and I had returned to the apartment, he
had literally hung up his coat, taken off his boots, and walked
straight forward into his labyrinth of a library next to
his bedroom without a word and had not emerged since. I had been
left alone in the shadowy living room, and
after several minutes of shocked stillness I had slowly returned
to sewing my lacerated street clothes. The room
had remained silent the entire while, and occasionally my eyes
would shift over to the large window to my right,
now stained with numerous bullet holes scattered about the glass,
out towards the city. The sun was now setting,
coating the heavens with blurred streaks of varying pastels, and
faintly in the decreasing light I could see flakes of
snow gradually beginning to drop to the streets once again. Other
than that and my scarce, awkward mending of
my clothing, the world remained immobile, painted against a canvas
of smeared colors.
“Goddammit!!” I hissed quietly to myself as there was a
sharp spark in my left index finger and I could
see small droplets of blood spattering to the carpet. “Why is
sewing so damn hard?? No wonder I decided against
that job offer of a seamstress....” I lifted the garment in my
hands up to my face, eyeing the remaining incisions
and grumbling at the clumsy stitching. “Oh well. So it looks like
a horse’s ass. At least I should be able to wear
it...”
A rustling noise came from the hallway, and as a glanced upwards I
met a pair of scarlet eyes staring
down at my position on the floor. Vincent glanced over at me
expressionlessly, holding an open book in one hand
and resting the other in his pocket. My body stirred internally
from some sort of unwanted tension at being
watched so intensely beneath his stoic gaze, and slowly I shifted
my eyes away from him towards the floor.
“......Hi...”
He didn’t react for a second, then slowly reached up and removed
the pair of reading glasses from his
face. “............I thought maybe I should come out and see if
you needed anything. Forgive me for being so
isolated, but I’ve had a lot on my mind recently...”
“...........It’s all right,” I replied monotonously, casually
attempting to go back to my embroidery but
realizing my hands had begun to quiver. “I’m ok, you don’t need to
worry. I’m just finishing up the stitching in
my dress and then I think I’m going to bed. I’ve been doing a lot
of thinking, and I feel really guilty about
intruding on you like this. I....I think I’ll head back out to the
streets tomorrow.”
Once again he remained motionless for a second, then all of a
sudden spontaneously slammed the book in
his hand closed, and turned slightly to the side, heading back
towards the library. “......For the record....” he began
composedly, casting a glance back over his shoulder down at me,
“.......I’d prefer if you stayed.”
I blinked several times, and then he took advantage of my silence
and turned completely, walking back in
the direction of the athenaeum. I stared after him for several
seconds, then raised a hand to my cheek and felt how
hot it had grown. “.........What.....what’s the matter with you,
Allie...?” I scolded myself softly, gazing down at the
needlework in my hands. “What are you getting so worked up
about...? So he’s some lonely guy that wants
someone to keep company with........Why the hell is that making
you blush....?”
*****
“....Ugghh...” My body twitched involuntarily at the remaining
bitter taste of a nightmare in my mind,
then shifted over onto its opposite hip. I clung to the blankets
draped over my shoulders in an unsteady, shivering
embrace and pulled them further up to my face, attempting to
muffle the vague shadows of unsettling dreams that
still flickered behind my closed eyes. Faintly outside my
subconscious I could hear the clock toll three times,
echoing in the silent hallway, and the sound of sleet ricocheting
lightly on the window. “...Brrrrr....” A knifelike
seism shot down my spine, stirring my icy body awake and causing
my eyelids to slowly flutter open. “...Nnn...?” I
blinked incoherently several times, facing the back of the scarlet
couch directly before my eyes, then shifted up
onto one elbow and gazed around. “.......Vincent’s apartment....”
I whispered hoarsely, pushing back several
strands of hair that had tumbled across my face. “.....It was a
dream.....all a dream....”
I was silenced as my aroused ears suddenly picked up a soft noise
streaming quietly in arcs above my
head, and as I forced myself to listen more intently I could
recognize the flapping of leathery wings. All at once I
emitted a smothered scream and threw the covers over my head,
ducking protectively beneath the custody of the
quilts around me. “Oh shit!!!” I cried, most likely much
louder than I meant to. “Oh, shit!! Oh, God, kill me
now!! Oh, my God, don’t do this to me--!!”
I choked out another cry as suddenly someone seized the blankets
above me and roughly tore them away,
and I leapt up into a defensive sitting position and covered my
head with my arms. “..........Vi.....Vincent!!” I
exclaimed loudly, distinguishing his pale complexion in the
darkness. “What...the...hell....!!”
“...I heard you scream,” he interrupted, pushing aside the covers.
“You scared me half to death, I thought
you were in trouble. What’s the matter??”
“What’s the matter??!” I echoed in disbelief, staring at his face.
“What’s the matter??! Can’t you hear
what’s the matter??! Are you deaf??!!!”
“...What...?” He glanced up at the ceiling, then noticed a small,
dark shape circling around above him.
“What in the--”
“It’s a bat!!” I shouted loudly, throwing my arms over my head
once again. “Can’t you tell??! It’s a
goddam ba-at!!!! Get it away from me, please!!! Just get rid of
it, Vincent--!!”
“....A......?” He stared up towards the airborne silhouette above
his head, then slowly reached to the side,
slipped the pillowcase off the cushion beside me, and with one
swift thrust upwards he managed to capture the bat
and clench the top fringe of the bed linen to trap it inside. He
held it up by his face, watching the enclosed animal
struggle around in a panic. “....This?” he asked doubtfully,
holding the pillowcase over towards me. “This is what
you’ve been screaming about...?”
“Aaahhhh!! I said to get it away!!” I shrieked in
alarm, covering my face with my hands. “I hate bats!!! I
can’t stand them!! They must be the goddam ugliest things on the
entire planet!! All hairy and bloodsucking....
brrr!! Will you just get rid of it, for Christ’s
sake??! Oh, God, please, Vincent--!!”
“.....All right, all right,” he interrupted, gradually turning and
heading out towards his bedroom. “Calm
down, you’re ok. I’ll just go set it free out the window. I don’t
know how it got inside in the first place, but.....”
His voice insinuatingly grew fainter as he left the room, and I
stared after him for several seconds through my
fingers before finally lowering my hands from my face and exhaling
a breathless sigh.
“.................I hate them........” I whispered throatily,
clenching my quivering fingers into tight fists.
“......Absolutely despise them......”
I sat alone in the living room for probably close to a minute and
a half, and then I slowly shifted up to my
feet and took several trembling steps over towards the window. The
city was hardly visible in the darkness, but I
could see the small specks of various colored light speckled all
over the black mural of the surrounding backdrop.
The street below was forsaken and dismal, still varnished with a
thin coat of white snow. I stared blankly out
towards the desolate landscape, then breathed out a quiet sigh.
........It’s so beautiful... I thought, resting my
forehead against the cold glass. .....Why is this the viewpoint
of the city I never get to see from the street...? And
why is it that every time I feel depressed or confused, this is
the place I come to...?
I continued to gaze out towards the slumbering city for several
more seconds, then slowly shifted my
vision towards my reflection on the glass before me. “This is all
so stupid,” I announced aloud, staring towards the
murky image of myself projected back at me. “I don’t know why, but
it is. I want it all to stop. I want everyone to
leave me alone. And first thing tomorrow, I’m going to head
straight out that--”
I stopped as my vision slowly crept from my reflection to over my
shoulder, and I felt a jolt as I noticed
the form of a pale woman standing only a foot or two from behind
me. Her reflected icy blue eyes glared angrily
over towards me, and after several seconds she gradually turned
and walked away from my back until she
eventually dissipated into the air.
All at once I whirled about, facing the spot where the woman had
been standing, but all that came into
view was the engulfing blanket of darkness around me. I stood,
staring down at the carpet before me, for several
seconds, then managed to choke through my panting breaths,
“................L..........Lucrecia........?......That’s......
that’s who it was, wasn’t it....?..............It was Lucrecia
again.....!!”
A loud noise came from above me.
Immediately I froze in place, then slowly lifted my eyes to the
ceiling. Nothing happened for a second,
but then I heard it again--a conspicuous creaking sound coming
from the floor over my head, finally succeeded by
another, further across the ceiling, like a gradual chain of soft
footsteps. I drew in a sharp gasp that got caught in
my throat and clasped my hands across my chest, gaping
incoherently the woodwork above me. The noise came
again, soft but deafening in the coarse silence, gradually moving
its way across the story over my head. Another--a
tumultuous creaking of aged floorboards, echoing mercilessly in
the darkness about me. “........U...ughh.....” I
choked quietly, slowly slinking back towards the couch.
“.......Some.....someone’s here.......Someone’s in the
house.....!!”
I glanced down at my hands, which were quivering noticeably in the
absence of light, then gripped them
tightly against my bosom and snapped my head over towards the
hallway. “......Oh...oh my God.....I....I can’t even
think...! Ok, ok, chill out, Allie, you have to get out of here--”
I was silenced as a hand whipped out of the darkness, clamping
across my mouth and whipping me firmly
against the wall. I emitted a muffled shriek, then, panting,
glanced up towards the face of my assaulter. Instantly I
recognized Vincent’s ashen countenance, only an inch or two from
mine, and I could feel his ragged, warm breaths
brushing against my face. I exhaled a series of frightened
whimpers, and immediately he exerted some extra
pressure or his hand over my mouth. “......Shhh...” he whispered
softly through his staggering breaths, gazing
straight into my eyes. “......Ok, Allie, listen to me.....You’ve
got to be quiet, all right...? There’s someone here, do
you understand me...? And I think I know who it is........So
you’ve got to get the hell out of here as quickly as
possible, ok? I’m going to take my hand away.....Don’t scream,
understand?? Stay quiet.” After receiving a series
of panicked nods, he gradually removed his palm from across my
lips. I clenched my eyes shut, stifling a terrified,
suppressed cry, then slowly gazed up at his face. He watched me to
see my reaction, then bent closer in order for
me to hear him. “.......Ok, listen closely, Allie....” he
instructed me quietly, hesitating briefly as another creaking
footstep came from the ceiling above his head.
“........................I..........I want you to go into the
library,
ok?....Turn left at the door and go up to the large clapboard
bookcase in the corner. Pull it away from the wall.
It’ll lead into a hidden staircase that will bring you outside. I
want you to go down the stairs and get out of here,
do you understand??”
I stared at him for several seconds in silence, then slowly
nodded. “..........Y.....Yes...........”
“Don’t turn back for anything, do you understand me?” he told me,
brushing away a sweaty lock of blond
hair that had sprawled across my face. “Don’t stop. Just keep
going until you reach safety, ok?...”
“..................But..............but what about---”
“Shhh!!” he hissed quietly, casting a glance above him as another
footfall came from the ceiling. “You
just go. I’ll be fine. Don’t you dare turn around and come back
for me, do you understand? Don’t stop running
until you have no idea where you are, all
right?....................Are you ready....?”
I forced myself to swallow, then nodded shakily.
“.....All right...” Vincent stood up straight and looked upwards
towards the ceiling. “.......Go.”
I felt a powerful jolt, and all at once I whirled about and dashed
down the hallway towards the library.
My hammering heartbeat and huffing breaths clogged my ears,
blurring my sight, prowling viciously over my skin.
The corridor seemed so long to me now, and it seemed like I had
been running forever before I finally reached the
library. It was much darker in this room than the surrounding
ones, due to the lack of a window, and I had to
hesitate for several seconds in order for my eyes to adjust to the
change in light. The chamber was rather large but
appeared smaller, since every wall was lined with a series of
massive bookcases stuffed full with various works of
literature. I could faintly see cobwebs hanging from the corners
and from the elegant, dark candelabras bolted to
the walls.
My vision fell to the bookcase to my left.
It was significantly larger than the others, filled with an
innumerable amount of diversified books. It
loomed like a dark, ominous shadow against the indistinct wall,
standing a good foot or so higher above my head.
I stared at it in silence for a good thirty seconds, then forced
myself to swallow and made a dash towards it, blinded
to my surroundings due to the intense blackness engulfing the
room. I hurriedly slipped my fingers around the
shelf closest to my height, feeling the sticky cobwebs hanging
from the above ledge cling to my fingers, and with a
strained moan I only managed to drag the bookcase maybe two or
three inches away from the wall. It was
surprisingly heavy, and I watched in horror as several
publications plummeted from the mantels and plunged to the
dusty rug beneath my feet with a deafening thump. I froze
for a minute, panting and staring down at the open
binders on the floor (which seemed to be volumes of hand-written
scientific observations and graphs), then turned
my head back towards the doorway. Everything remained silent.
I watched the postern for several more seconds, then turned back
towards the bookcase and gave another
strained tug. It shifted several inches further away from the
wall, causing several more notebooks to fall to the
floor. “......uuuughhh...” I gave one final forced yank on the
cumbrous wooden shelf in my hands, then drew back
to observe my progress. I had succeeded in dragging the left side
of the bookcase about a foot or so away from the
wall, partially revealing a hidden doorway leading into a darkened
passageway. I stared at the gateway for a
minute or two, then gave one final glance back towards the hallway
before I hesitated, inhaled a sharp breath, and
took several steps into the darkness beyond.
Past the hatchway was a long flight of cold stone stairs.
The narrow passageway surrounding me was completely black, with
the exception of some dim light
emanating from the library above me. On either side of me I could
sense the presence of two icy brick walls
stretching up to the low ceiling above my head, and the air
clawing predatorily at my skin reeked heavily of dust,
wet stone, and carrion. I covered my mouth and choked in disgust,
forcing myself to continue further down the
stairwell. “...........You can do this, Allie......” I assured
myself quietly, feeling shakily with my foot for the next
step below me. “.......You’re almost there.....just keep going,
and you’ll be--”
I was cut off as a series of gunshots spontaneously rang out from
the apartment behind me, surprisingly
overpowering in the compressed passageway around me. All at once I
drew in a terrified gasp, whirled back
around, and shot my vision back up towards the doorway at the top
of the staircase, fastening my hands together in
front of my heart. Deathly silence ensued.
I couldn’t move; my legs had become cemented to the brick beneath
me. I gaped for several more seconds
up at the doorway, panting, then emitted a choked,
“.................V..............Vincent.....??” I took one step up
towards the hatch. “.......V....Vincent...!!!”
My breaths were heaving now. The sickening blanket of powerful
silence combined with the concentrated
darkness smothered my body, and for a second I thought I was going
to faint. “...Vincent...!” I cried despondently.
“...Vincent, are you there??” I took another panicked step up the
staircase. “...Vincent, please answer me!!”
All was still for a moment, but then I could faintly perceive the
sound of the same heavy footsteps I had
heard above me only minutes before making their way across the
living room behind me. I froze for a second,
stumbling back down the two stairs I had ascended, then whirled
about and made a dash down into the depths of
the passageway.
The bottom of the staircase lead into a remarkably large brick
chamber, entirely submerged in darkness.
The powerful odors I had smelled before were much stronger now, so
much so that I could feel my sinuses burn
and my eyes begin to water. The room seemed to continue on in two
directions: a wide supplement of the
enclosure I now stood in to my right or a seemingly narrowing
passage proceeding before me. I glanced back and
forth between these two choices, then back up towards the
staircase behind me. The scent of decaying flesh seemed
to be originating from the blackened route to my right, and now I
could also hear the sound of dripping water and a
series of quiet squeaking noises, which I could only assume were
rats.
I drew in a sharp breath, forcing myself to relax, and stood in
silence with my eyes closed for probably
about five minutes. When I finally reopened them, I cast one
glance back over to my right before I continued
forward to the passageway before me.
As I had guessed, the brick walls gradually began to close around
me, and soon I found myself ascending
yet another adamantine stairway. This one was significantly darker
than the first, however, and I was forced to
cling pathetically to the brick bastions to either side of me for
support. “...........Ok, Allie.......” I huffed quietly,
straining my eyes against the intense murkiness. “...You’re gonna
be all right, ok?? And Vincent too. Vincent’s
fine. He’s gonna be waiting for you when you finally get outside.
And then you can just go home and everything
will be just like it was before, ok....???”
I was stopped abruptly as my hands before me suddenly hit against
cold stone, and faintly in the darkness
I could see the outline of another wall blocking my path, bluntly
ending the staircase. “..........Oh shit......” I
whispered shakily to myself, pushing weakly against the barrier
before me. “.......Oh shit......oh, c’mon, please.....
Don’t do this to me.....o God, please don’t do this to me....!!”
I took a small step back from the wall, hurriedly sweeping over it
with my eyes, and then I crouched down
and ran my fingers over several bricks that seemed to be a darker
color than the others. I shoved feebly against
one, then let out a sigh of relief as it shifted backwards
slightly from the force. “...Yes!!” I cried softly, placing
both my hands against the weakened stones and pressing against
them again. “Thank God! Oh thank you God!!
I’m going to get out of here, I’m so out of here--!!”
I was silenced as my ears picked up a faint scurrying noise coming
from the wall before me, and I
immediately let out a terrified gasp as I spotted numerous black
specks scampering up my arm. “Oh God!!!!!” I
shrieked tumultuously, jerking backwards and clawing viciously at
my sleeve. “Oh Jesus Christ!!” I could see
more of them now--thousands of spiders flowing out from the wall
before me, spilling to the floor, invading the
walls. “.........They’re.....they’re everywhere!!” I choked
shakily, staring around me in horror. “...Oh my God,
there’re billions of the goddam things......!!!!” I emitted
another scream as I could feel them crawling up my arms,
scratching at my legs. “They’re all over me!!!! Oh my God
oh my God oh my God--!!!!” I tore violently at my
clothes and the back of my neck, then rammed the wall with my
shoulder. “Come on!!!!!” I shrieked, drawing
back and repeating the action. “What the hell is wrong with
you?!!! Give way, dammit!!! Let....me...out...of...
here...!!!!!!!” With one final attack several of the bricks
finally slid through the wall and fell onto the ground
beyond, allowing refreshing light to enter into the chamber.
Immediately I bent down and forced my way through
the small opening, then fell to my knees onto the ground and
continued to slash at my body. “Get them off me, get
them off me!!” Innumerable black spiders fell from my clothes and
hair to the grass beneath me.
Panting, I finally ceased my hysterics and slowly glanced around
me. I sat towards the back of the small
graveyard between the buildings I had noticed the first day I had
awakened in Vincent’s apartment, facing the
posteriors of all the gravestones and monuments. I gradually
shifted to my feet and dusted myself off, gaping
blankly at the cemetery before me, then slowly took several steps
forward, out into the center of the graveyard.
I cast several glances about me towards the obelisks I passed,
holding my arms against me as the
atmosphere about me turned noticeably cooler. “.......It’s so
quiet....” I whispered to myself. “.....Like.....like
death....I wonder if this is all the dead hear...?”
I stopped abruptly as my eyes fell to a certain gravestone, then
turned and wiped the layer of dust away
from the inscription. “........... ‘Lucrecia’.........” I read
quietly, lifting a hand to my mouth. “.........Oh.....oh my
God........Is....is this her grave........?” All at once I was
struck with an intense wave of nausea, and I turned away
from the monument. “..U..ugh.....That’s....that’s so--” I halted a
second time as I noticed the gravestone I was now
facing, then removed the dirt caking the marble engraving.
“..........W.........wait a second....” I choked hoarsely,
drawing backwards. “.........This...this one too......Why.....why
do they both say ‘Lucrecia’....?”
I turned back around towards the rest of the cemetery behind me,
then approached another random
cenotaph. “........... “Lucrecia’......this one’s for her
too....?” My vision shifted up towards the remainder of the
graveyard, and immediately I drew in a gasp and stumbled several
feet backwards. “.........Oh my God.....” I
whispered in shock, surveying the entirety of the necropolis.
“.....A.....all of them.....every single gravestone.....
they’re all for Lucrecia........every single one has her name on
it.....!!”
Suddenly the cemetery seemed very cramped, as if it was choking
the air out of my surroundings while it
gradually engulfed my body, and as my blood began to freeze over
and my skin began to grow cold I managed to
squeeze my eyes shut and dash past the remaining monuments, out
towards the road, leaving behind only a trail of
footprints in the snow surrounding the silent, unmoving
gravestones.
~ End of Chapter Five ~
* Author's Note ~ Eww, strange!! Haha, this
story is getting so weird!! Anyway, this scene is a cool one to draw,
and, being the only artist of fanart, I'll get on it right away! LOL
NO LIFE!!! *
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