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Post by Skye Spyder on Aug 25, 2012 20:27:11 GMT -5
How could the skies be so dark? The wind so cold? The world so empty? The night so quiet..? Eerie in it's shadowed silence... and she was afraid. So very very afraid. Around her the snow fell from the heavens in large flakes that drifted downward and piled on top of on another to further deepen the ankle high snow drifts.
Shivering she looked back over her shoulder. No one and nothing but snow and ice. She looked down at her foot prints. Those would've give her away... She sighed, feeling hopeless, as she pulled her thin sweater closer around herself. He normally waited to give her a head start. Then she'd hear the sounds of his truck gunning down the street after her. Why didn't the neighbors do anything? Why didn't they help her...?
Even if she didn't manage to get away she didn't have anywhere to go, no one would understand her, and she'd end up back with him somehow anyway. She could always hope thought. First off she had to get away though... Looking around she saw houses and cars, no people of course, an alleyway. She smiled with renewed hope and crossed the street towards it.
The alley was dark, she accidentally stepped in a puddle of water, breaking the thin layer of ice over it so that her shoe got ice in it and her jeans got wet. With another, more exasperated, sigh she started to walk back through the alley, jumping as a cat meowed from behind one of the garage cans. She placed a hand over her pounding heart and took a couple deep breaths to calm herself.
The cat, a dark brown with bright green eyes, was very skinny and dirty. She frowned and took a few steps closer not wanting to scare it. She felt bad for the cat and wanted to help but wasn't sure how friendly it would be. Crouching down she held her hand out to it and smiled when it nuzzled her hand. Taking a moment to pet the cold fur of the cat she felt a little better. It wasn't as scary at night now that she wasn't completely alone. When the cat started purring she cautiously picked it up only to have the cat trying to nuzzle its way into her sweater. She gladly shared the warmth, not caring how dirty the cat might be. Being snuggled and loved was something she missed.
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Post by Midnightsunprotector on Sept 7, 2012 15:10:18 GMT -5
The smooth sound of Saxophone, flute and piano filled the room. He moved his hands against the clay and pressed at certain areas making a slight curve to the sculpture. He wiped away a sweat drop that was heading to his eye with his arm. Kyle had been working on a project for his job for days now. And no matter what he did It never seemed right or At least to his satisfactory. For some reason this one seemed tilted or was it him? He stood up and washed his hands off with a damp cloth and sighed at his creation. Why was he slipping this was only his second project and already he is having trouble creating what he see's in his mind. He walked over to his desk and looked over at his drawing and blue print. There was the perfect figure with the right curves and sharp angles he glanced back at his final work and saw that it looked nothing like it. Except the head the head of the sculpture seemed to be perfect just how it was in his drawings. He smiled and got a knife as he walked up to it and began to carve it off. Slowly and smoothly so he can mold it on to half of a body that was some what to his liking. The knife slid through and cut through as he gently took off the head and set it on the table. He looked at all the broken and separate pieces that were laid out around his room. For some odd reason he could have swore he saw them move. That was it he needed a break from this the last thing he needs is to think that his artwork is going to come to life and attack him. He washed his hands again with the damp towel and clicked a button on his stereo turning off the music. He stood up and stretched his arms as he walked over to the entrance of his workshop and opened the door. He glanced back at his unfinished work and flipped the switch as the room went black. He closed the door from behind him and walked down the hallway and into his living room as he reached for a coat and pulled one arm and then the other through the sleeve. He walked over to his kitchen and took off the lid from his garbage can setting it aside as he Pulled on the strings and yanked the trash bag out of the can. He tied it setting it gently on the floor and gripping it with his one hand. His other hand reached for the lid grabbing it by its handle and placing it back on the trashcan. He walked to the back of the house leading to the Alley way.As he put on one boot at a time and he opened the door and took a step outside.
The cold winter wind slapped him in the face as he quickly shut the door from behind him. He walked over to his trash can outside and took the lid off placing his trash bag inside of it. He sighed as he looked over and saw something red that caught his eye. He walked over and saw that it was a person...A woman. He hurried and squatted down by her.She was holding onto a cat cuddling it. "Hello Ma'am Are you okay? Would you like to come in?" He spoke in a normal tone of voice trying his best not to startle her or the cat.
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Post by Skye Spyder on Sept 7, 2012 15:49:03 GMT -5
She shivered and petted the cat happily until she heard the sounds of the door opening. Her heart lurched. Had he found her already? This quickly? She though she had more time. Backing away down the alley slowly she started to turn and run until she saw it wasn't the man she feared, but a completely new face instead. Letting out a sigh of relief she shifted the cat in her arms and nodded vigorously after a quick glance around at the snow.
Her hands were cold as ice and she was losing feeling in them, teeth chattering, goosebumps along her arms, and her foot was soaking wet. A warm house sounded wonderful.
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Post by Midnightsunprotector on Sept 7, 2012 16:04:10 GMT -5
He saw her reaction and worried was she in any sort of trouble. He stood up and motioned with his hands to follow her. "Follow me" He turned and lead the way to his house which was right there. He opened the door and took of his shoes at the door hanging his jacket on the hook and he rubbed his arm turning up the heat by a few degrees."What's your name?" He looked to her curiously.
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Post by Skye Spyder on Sept 7, 2012 18:15:58 GMT -5
She gratefully followed him inside, enjoying the feeling of warmth. The cat in her arms seemed to enjoy it too, green eyes looking around curiously before meowing softly and settling down into the girls arms.
When he asked for her name she hesitated. Biting her lip she cautiously lifted a hand and signed her name slowly. Here is where she was afraid she'd be sent back to... Her... 'home'. The place she hated and fear more than anything else in the world. As she signed she mouthed the word 'Autumn'.
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Post by Midnightsunprotector on Sept 7, 2012 20:35:50 GMT -5
He stared at her and her hand motions as his eyes noticed the familiar motions. They were letter's oh she was Deaf? He caught half of the sign and tried to piece it together in his head. U-T-U-M-N........He looked at her and tried to think of names that could have utumn in the name.....He took out his touch screen phone and typed in utumn and his phone autocorrected the word into Autumn. He looked at her and smiled " Autumn Is that your name?" He smiled hoping that she could hear him and that she understood.
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Post by Skye Spyder on Sept 8, 2012 16:30:10 GMT -5
She was worried he wouldn't understand, light brow eyes showing this emotion without really meaning too. When he took out his phone she almost stopped him, afraid he was going to call someone to take her back to her personal hell. She started inching toward the door to make a break for it, but she caught the smile and when he said her name she returned the smile and nodded quickly, relief showing on her face. Had she found someone who understood? Even if he just understood finger spelling she'd be grateful.
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Post by Midnightsunprotector on Sept 8, 2012 23:47:49 GMT -5
He smiled at her as he tilted his head. "Are you mute, Since you can hear me?" He motioned for her to follow him as he walked through the living room and into the kitchen as he put a new garbage bag in the trashcan. "And please make yourself at home"
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Post by Skye Spyder on Sept 22, 2012 4:58:28 GMT -5
She nodded. She was indeed mute, but not by any accident. The man that now ruled her life had 'accidentally' shot her with a nail gun. She'd had to have her larynx removed and a new breathing passage made and it was a trouble to take care of. She was wearing a scarf at the moment to keep it covered up.
When he lead her into the kitchen she pulled the scarf off and pointed to the small square patch of gauze on her neck.
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Post by Midnightsunprotector on Sept 22, 2012 11:46:52 GMT -5
He grabbed an empty garbage bag shook it in the air letting the bag open up as he placed it in the trashcan.He rolled the edges over and closed the lid turning around to see her remove her scarf and a small square patch on her throat. "Oh my, I'm sorry Autumn" He began to think fir a second not knowing if she.could eat solid food or needed it precut or eve. Blended. "Can you eat solids?" If she coyldn't he wouldn't mind helping her with preparing the foodespeviallt for her he could only imagine
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Post by Skye Spyder on Apr 28, 2014 14:49:56 GMT -5
She nodded again that she could. As long as she did so slowly that is... Next the allowed her eyes to roam around the interior curiously before they landed back on him. She studied him for a long moment, taking him in. Where had someone so nice have been all this time?
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