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Faerie Apoc, Addergoole Year 9 – landing page here (or on LJ)
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Hell Night, Year 9 of the Addergoole School
The halls were dark and the noises echoing through them sounded nasty. Timora had told Calvin she’d meet him at breakfast, though, and he was the nicest guy who’d ever shown an interest in her, so, scary or not, she headed out into the halls.
Things got worse the further she got from her room. The floor seemed sticky, muddy, grabbing at her ankles in the pretty shoes that really weren’t all that practical. The halls seemed to close in on her, and walls weren’t where they were supposed to be. Strange gooey things squirted out at her from around corners, staining her pretty white shirt and the skirt that she’d bought at the store specially for this not-really-a-date. Hands grabbed at her, tugging her in all directions.
She struggled on through, hoping that Calvin would understand, hoping that everything would be okay, until she found a quiet, better-lit hallway, a stairway in sight. There. The goo on her shirt was drying clear. Her skirt was fine, if a little wrinkled. She’d be fine. She’d be…
Hands from nowhere grabbed her around the neck, while other hands grabbed both her wrists, fingernails digging in deeply as she was stretched in three directions, tugged nearly off her feet. Startled as much as frightened, Timora screamed.
The scream seemed to rip through her, coming out her toes and her spine as much as it did out of her mouth, ripping the hallway, shaking the foundations of the underground school. The hands around her let go, and she went tumbling to the floor to the very faint sound of feet running away.
Behind her, she heard a quiet, strangled sound of anguish. She turned around slowly, to see a tall boy staring in horror at her. At her, when his hair looked like a hedgehog was sitting on his head and he had more buckles on his clothes than a gathering of Pilgrims.
“What?” she asked, her voice hoarse from screaming and, somehow, still making the walls quake. The wide-eyed boy, with another strangled sound, turned and fled.
“I don’t…” Timora began, just as a hand clamped over her mouth.
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Run little boy, run! 🙂 Hopefully that’s a, “Please stop shaking the foundations,” hand over the mouth and not a, “Haha, so long as you can’t speak, I’ve got you!” hand over the mouth.
*grin* Hopefully! (Actually, I was thinking of taking votes on that one…)
Hmm. Given the description of how the scream seemed to be coming from more than just her mouth, I wonder if covering her mouth is even enough to stop things.
*grin* there is that!
Aw, man, I really don’t want this to end there.
Weeeeel, Clare _did_ donate, and she _can_ chose this story for an extension… 🙂 (Or it could win in the voting)
I am waiting to find out what you write for my other prompt, but this is definitely a strong contender for my donation!
has also donated towards this one being continued 😀
Yay!
Okay, I think someone’s Change/power just got triggered. Possibility – not running away from Timora – running away from the person behind her?
That is also a possibility, yes 😀
You know, I am hoping Calvin turns up soon. Not the guy with the hand over her mouth, but the guy who came running when someone screamed… Also, that sounds like useful Change. Sonic powers are pretty awesome, and ones that come from the full body are awesome.
(I’ll note that Calvin showed up in a story in the last set – the rescue too late). (NO-one came running; they all ran away). But it’s awesome, yes
Very awesome! So, does she end up with Calvin? Or someone else? This one is interesting.
I’m pretty sure but not certain that someone paid for an extension on this 😀
Oh, good! I do want to know what happens next. I honestly want her to rescue herself.
I’ve written that story, though; both Shahin and Kaia rescued themselves.
I happen to like the Rescue Herself motif. It is a bias, I know. Also, statistically speaking, one person rescuing themselves each year is possible, and indeed likely given that stress can trigger a Change.
I know you do; I don’t dislike it, but I also don’t want to write it again in Addergoole right now.