03-10-2009, 06:31 AM
Stricken down in disbelief, the girl with the jagged pink hair wrapped her arms around herself as her ears took in the cackling symphony of madness. The screams and hideous laughter of the hidden shadows was terrifying, deafening her ears while shattering her soul. Worse beyond that, she was feeling a deep sensation of needles pricking her all over, as if she were becoming overly sensitive to the very air itself. She had no idea what this sensation was, but it heightened the sense of danger to near catastrophic levels within her mind.
The atmosphere was tense, leaving the three women to stand in a triangle, their eyes nervously twitching in every direction in hopes of seeing the first of the many shadows convert to corporeal form. The seconds stretched into minutes as the train of insanity continued to roar around them, until finally the impulsive one of the group cracked. “Enough!” she screamed into the air in frustration. Jabbing her finger forward in dramatic fashion, she gave the order that only she planned to follow. “Attaaaaaack!”
A moment’s burst of adrenaline later, the girl dug her boots deep into the shattered pavement and charged one of the abandoned shops, disappearing violently into its black depths. The shadows surround the building seemed to grow in power before they swallowed the entire building, shrouding it in pure darkness as Ashe could only imagine the malevolence infesting the hunt for Rose.
“Baka!” Uzamaki cursed under her breath before glancing at the shivering girl still at her side. “Don’t get me killed, or I will find you after this event is over and make you regret it!” she threatened.
It didn’t matter.
Ashe broke, throwing her bag around her shoulder and sprinting towards the alley in hopes of alluding her hunters somehow, the futility of an attempt at hiding just not quite drilling its way through her mind’s icy terror yet. The sounds of chaos erupted from behind and around her, a uproarious squeel of glee cutting her to the bone as her mind pondered the fate of the others in her group. She couldn’t help them. Her only course of action was self preservation.
Or perhaps she could draw the creatures away from the group, as a sort of sacrificial lamb. That’s what part of her mind reasoned, anyway.
Hearing the soft footsteps pattering beyond her, she kept her focus on the dumpster that was just before her. “Focus, Ashe, focus!” she chanted to herself. Timing her jump in her mind, she drew closer to her target, preparing her burning legs for the maneuvers she had learned in her early years of gymnastics and basic martial arts training.
Goblins, on the other hand, could care less about training and focusing and given the chaotic nature of their existence, would like to sow the seeds of such chaos at any and all available opportunities.
It was this nature that lead to Ashe’s foot stepping atop a manhole covering in its journey to the dumpster. Or, more to the point, it was this nature that lead one of the fiends to choose that exact moment to throw the covering up in hopes of leaping out and wrecking her plans.
The girl reacted instinctively, taking a half a blink’s spans to widen her eyes and register the shifting of her foundations below her before she adjusted her leap as if diving from a waterbed, arcing through the air with the grace of a seasoned dancer while aiming for the top of the garbage unit.
Chaos being what it is, the malformities that pursued her reacted instinctively as well, the lid to the garbage dump flying upwards as a short vomitous ragman’s head emerged, a sharpened pick of a dagger waving wildly in one of its claws as its widespread teeth gnashed in the air. Ashe landed directly onto the head of the creature before pushing off again, kicking immediately off the wall and twisting into the air, reversing her course of direction to the ladder attached to the wall across from the dumpster, originally out of reach by a few meters.
Her hands caught the ladder and tightly wrapped around it, giving her a moment to glance down at the writhing mass below her. Her eyes widened a moment as she took in the numbers that had flooded the path she had just taken, taking in the forms of the creatures she was fleeing. She wouldn’t fall to this. She was finally coming out of her shock, and the run had done well to allow her mind to cope with the situation that was befalling them. She could only think one thing about the rag covered goblins laughing hysterically at their prey…
They put the “Hell” in “Santa’s Little Helpers”.
The atmosphere was tense, leaving the three women to stand in a triangle, their eyes nervously twitching in every direction in hopes of seeing the first of the many shadows convert to corporeal form. The seconds stretched into minutes as the train of insanity continued to roar around them, until finally the impulsive one of the group cracked. “Enough!” she screamed into the air in frustration. Jabbing her finger forward in dramatic fashion, she gave the order that only she planned to follow. “Attaaaaaack!”
A moment’s burst of adrenaline later, the girl dug her boots deep into the shattered pavement and charged one of the abandoned shops, disappearing violently into its black depths. The shadows surround the building seemed to grow in power before they swallowed the entire building, shrouding it in pure darkness as Ashe could only imagine the malevolence infesting the hunt for Rose.
“Baka!” Uzamaki cursed under her breath before glancing at the shivering girl still at her side. “Don’t get me killed, or I will find you after this event is over and make you regret it!” she threatened.
It didn’t matter.
Ashe broke, throwing her bag around her shoulder and sprinting towards the alley in hopes of alluding her hunters somehow, the futility of an attempt at hiding just not quite drilling its way through her mind’s icy terror yet. The sounds of chaos erupted from behind and around her, a uproarious squeel of glee cutting her to the bone as her mind pondered the fate of the others in her group. She couldn’t help them. Her only course of action was self preservation.
Or perhaps she could draw the creatures away from the group, as a sort of sacrificial lamb. That’s what part of her mind reasoned, anyway.
Hearing the soft footsteps pattering beyond her, she kept her focus on the dumpster that was just before her. “Focus, Ashe, focus!” she chanted to herself. Timing her jump in her mind, she drew closer to her target, preparing her burning legs for the maneuvers she had learned in her early years of gymnastics and basic martial arts training.
Goblins, on the other hand, could care less about training and focusing and given the chaotic nature of their existence, would like to sow the seeds of such chaos at any and all available opportunities.
It was this nature that lead to Ashe’s foot stepping atop a manhole covering in its journey to the dumpster. Or, more to the point, it was this nature that lead one of the fiends to choose that exact moment to throw the covering up in hopes of leaping out and wrecking her plans.
The girl reacted instinctively, taking a half a blink’s spans to widen her eyes and register the shifting of her foundations below her before she adjusted her leap as if diving from a waterbed, arcing through the air with the grace of a seasoned dancer while aiming for the top of the garbage unit.
Chaos being what it is, the malformities that pursued her reacted instinctively as well, the lid to the garbage dump flying upwards as a short vomitous ragman’s head emerged, a sharpened pick of a dagger waving wildly in one of its claws as its widespread teeth gnashed in the air. Ashe landed directly onto the head of the creature before pushing off again, kicking immediately off the wall and twisting into the air, reversing her course of direction to the ladder attached to the wall across from the dumpster, originally out of reach by a few meters.
Her hands caught the ladder and tightly wrapped around it, giving her a moment to glance down at the writhing mass below her. Her eyes widened a moment as she took in the numbers that had flooded the path she had just taken, taking in the forms of the creatures she was fleeing. She wouldn’t fall to this. She was finally coming out of her shock, and the run had done well to allow her mind to cope with the situation that was befalling them. She could only think one thing about the rag covered goblins laughing hysterically at their prey…
They put the “Hell” in “Santa’s Little Helpers”.
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