Hold Me, I'm Scared ♫ Dante and Gaia ♫
Jan 13, 2016 16:38:28 GMT -5
Post by Dante on Jan 13, 2016 16:38:28 GMT -5
It was a little spooky seeing the Luxury District so empty. Only a handful of people walked across the red cobblestone plaza, and they did so with hasty, fearful steps. Their eyes were wary, their shoulders hunched, their arms tense. While there were still a few people walking calmly, they were truly rare, and even they seemed more mindful of their vacant surroundings.
Dante rubbed his arm as he headed up to a shop window. The dead air around him made him uneasy. There weren't people by his sides, pushing him aside to get a look at the displays. The store was full of amazing things—the latest toys, action figures, models, droids, things Dante never got to play with as a child—and yet there was no one around to gawk at them. Even the employees weren't there. Though it was still the afternoon, the shop was closed, left dark and empty. Dante almost felt like a voyeur, embarrassed to be looking in on the dim toy store by himself.
A wavering movement pulled at the corner of Dante's vision. In the faint reflection of the glass, he saw what looked like black flames rising up over his shoulder. The flames rose higher, springing up, flowing out to form a monstrous shape, a pair of bright red lights flashing to life at the very top.
Dante gasped and spun around, eyes flaring wide open to take in the monster before him. His heart leaped as he stared at the towering, thin, twisted shadow. Its back was hunched and broad, its head long and narrow, its arms as thin as pipes but with hands and claws as big as swords. A fearsome screech ripped from the monster's mouth, and Dante screamed, scrambling to the side as the shadow's claws sliced through the air. The blades caught Dante in the back, tearing through his jacket and into his flesh, blood splattering across the cobblestone. He fell forward, smacking his hands and elbows. His breathing was ragged. His body trembled in pain and terror. He flipped onto his back, reached down to his thigh, and gasped once more when he found no gun.
But when he looked back up, the monster was gone. Dante wrapped one arm across his stomach and pressed his hand into his back. He could feel the torn fabric, feel the cuts along his back, feel the blood, feel the sweat pouring down his face. It was all still there. But the monster… it was just gone.
Dante continued to tremble, and he felt a hot lump rise in his throat. He scrambled to his feet and ran as fast as he could, charging through the Luxury District, his eyes darting all around for signs of the monster. Each heavy gasp for air caught in his throat, sounding as if he might burst into tears at any moment. He had to get out of here. He had to get home. Dante's face got hot and slick with tears. Home was too far. He wouldn't make it. The monster would come back. He'd die!
Out of desperation, Dante threw himself through the door of the closest building. He didn't know where he was, and he didn't care. Once he was inside, he shut the door behind him and did what he could to lock it, his hands shaking the entire time.
Dante rubbed his arm as he headed up to a shop window. The dead air around him made him uneasy. There weren't people by his sides, pushing him aside to get a look at the displays. The store was full of amazing things—the latest toys, action figures, models, droids, things Dante never got to play with as a child—and yet there was no one around to gawk at them. Even the employees weren't there. Though it was still the afternoon, the shop was closed, left dark and empty. Dante almost felt like a voyeur, embarrassed to be looking in on the dim toy store by himself.
A wavering movement pulled at the corner of Dante's vision. In the faint reflection of the glass, he saw what looked like black flames rising up over his shoulder. The flames rose higher, springing up, flowing out to form a monstrous shape, a pair of bright red lights flashing to life at the very top.
Dante gasped and spun around, eyes flaring wide open to take in the monster before him. His heart leaped as he stared at the towering, thin, twisted shadow. Its back was hunched and broad, its head long and narrow, its arms as thin as pipes but with hands and claws as big as swords. A fearsome screech ripped from the monster's mouth, and Dante screamed, scrambling to the side as the shadow's claws sliced through the air. The blades caught Dante in the back, tearing through his jacket and into his flesh, blood splattering across the cobblestone. He fell forward, smacking his hands and elbows. His breathing was ragged. His body trembled in pain and terror. He flipped onto his back, reached down to his thigh, and gasped once more when he found no gun.
But when he looked back up, the monster was gone. Dante wrapped one arm across his stomach and pressed his hand into his back. He could feel the torn fabric, feel the cuts along his back, feel the blood, feel the sweat pouring down his face. It was all still there. But the monster… it was just gone.
Dante continued to tremble, and he felt a hot lump rise in his throat. He scrambled to his feet and ran as fast as he could, charging through the Luxury District, his eyes darting all around for signs of the monster. Each heavy gasp for air caught in his throat, sounding as if he might burst into tears at any moment. He had to get out of here. He had to get home. Dante's face got hot and slick with tears. Home was too far. He wouldn't make it. The monster would come back. He'd die!
Out of desperation, Dante threw himself through the door of the closest building. He didn't know where he was, and he didn't care. Once he was inside, he shut the door behind him and did what he could to lock it, his hands shaking the entire time.
