Post by waterlily43 on Sept 16, 2007 1:15:05 GMT -5
A little exerpt of Jun's background ^.^
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SPLAT
What was that sound?
SPLAT
It was all she could hear and it was wet, defeaning in the otherwise silent room, echoing in her ears, running slithery trails in her mind.
NO!
She opened her eyes, startled awake by the sudden intrusion. Awake? Was she asleep? Then it must be the most realistic dream she'd ever made.
She glanced down at her hands. They were sticky, wet, coated with a crimson substance with that suffocating coppery smell, the same smell that invaded her dream. The entire front of her shirt, her face, her hair, were all sprayed by the same substance. Like she had just taken a shower in it.
She could taste that coppery smell on her lips, on her tongue and bile rose in her throat and she retched onto the ground.
SPLAT
Her vision gradually lost its whiteness, and she saw the hilt of a familiar looking sword hanigng in mid-air. No, it wasn't floating, just the blade was stuck into something else, and blood was dripping off the sword and that was where the sound came from, those SPLATs that were driving her crazy, crazy, crazy...
That something else was a headless torso.
She screamed.
MASTER! She wanted to cry, but the only sound she could make was a feeble "Ma--" before her voice failed her, choked on her, and she couldn't breath, her heart lurching so painfully her breath stayed stuck in her throat, hindered by the enormous lump lodged there, refusing to budge no matter how she swallowed.
She searched around for his head, it was laying just next to his body, like a discarded puppet whose head had been yanked off by a mischievous child.
It must be a nightmare, just a nightmare. She couldn't be kneeling there looking at her master's severed head, it was too ludicrous to be true. He would wake her up any second now, call her his lazy discipile, anything, just be whole again, she would endure any kind of punishment...
SPLAT
She expected his eyes to be vengeful but there was nothing except sadness and worry, one that would be permanently etched on his face. He always worried about her, even though he hid it under harsh scoldings, she knew, she knew, she knew but never told him that she did. All she would do was disobey him.
Now he would never scold her again.
She reached out, closing his eyes with her hand, her trembling hand.
SPLAT
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SPLAT
What was that sound?
SPLAT
It was all she could hear and it was wet, defeaning in the otherwise silent room, echoing in her ears, running slithery trails in her mind.
NO!
She opened her eyes, startled awake by the sudden intrusion. Awake? Was she asleep? Then it must be the most realistic dream she'd ever made.
She glanced down at her hands. They were sticky, wet, coated with a crimson substance with that suffocating coppery smell, the same smell that invaded her dream. The entire front of her shirt, her face, her hair, were all sprayed by the same substance. Like she had just taken a shower in it.
She could taste that coppery smell on her lips, on her tongue and bile rose in her throat and she retched onto the ground.
SPLAT
Her vision gradually lost its whiteness, and she saw the hilt of a familiar looking sword hanigng in mid-air. No, it wasn't floating, just the blade was stuck into something else, and blood was dripping off the sword and that was where the sound came from, those SPLATs that were driving her crazy, crazy, crazy...
That something else was a headless torso.
She screamed.
MASTER! She wanted to cry, but the only sound she could make was a feeble "Ma--" before her voice failed her, choked on her, and she couldn't breath, her heart lurching so painfully her breath stayed stuck in her throat, hindered by the enormous lump lodged there, refusing to budge no matter how she swallowed.
She searched around for his head, it was laying just next to his body, like a discarded puppet whose head had been yanked off by a mischievous child.
It must be a nightmare, just a nightmare. She couldn't be kneeling there looking at her master's severed head, it was too ludicrous to be true. He would wake her up any second now, call her his lazy discipile, anything, just be whole again, she would endure any kind of punishment...
SPLAT
She expected his eyes to be vengeful but there was nothing except sadness and worry, one that would be permanently etched on his face. He always worried about her, even though he hid it under harsh scoldings, she knew, she knew, she knew but never told him that she did. All she would do was disobey him.
Now he would never scold her again.
She reached out, closing his eyes with her hand, her trembling hand.
SPLAT
