The underground subway station was abandoned; it hadn't been used for
years, but for one girl, she liked to spend her nights there. The
darkness, the isolation, they made her feel powerful. She was one with
her demons in that dingy cave.
Both sides of the tunnel were blocked; the walls had caved in, allowing for very little moonlight to pass through in broken beams. They cast odd, menacing shadows on the ground. That night, the girl sneaked in past the 'Do Not Enter' barriers and lightly shut the door.
She walked down the stairs, embracing the darkness so heavy, it was near impossible to see. But not for this young adolescent. She stood in the center of the platform, closed her eyes and leaned back, took off her thick coat and dropped it beside her. She spread her arms out and stood there in that uncanny stance for a few minutes, before shadows darker than the blackness of the tunnel began to creep up her ankles.
She opened her eyes, no whites, the black as deep as the shadows that engulfed her. "You have come," she whispered in an eerie calm, "My demons."
They got stronger with each visit of hers. They fed on her, and in return gave her that fleeting sense of power that lingered long after she was gone.
The Shadows were now up to her neck.
A guard opened the door and shone his torch down into the station, illuminating her. She turned and bared her teeth at him, sharp as daggers, long as fingers. Her jaws parted unnaturally wide, the Shadows seeping into her eyes.
The guard dropped his torch and stumbled backwards, nearly tripping in his shaky attempts to get out of there. His mouth opened in a soundless scream as he fled the station.
"Hush, my children. He does not need to be killed. No one will ever believe him," she calmed the arguing voices in her head. Her voice was soft, almost blending with the silence, "No one will ever find us."
Both sides of the tunnel were blocked; the walls had caved in, allowing for very little moonlight to pass through in broken beams. They cast odd, menacing shadows on the ground. That night, the girl sneaked in past the 'Do Not Enter' barriers and lightly shut the door.
She walked down the stairs, embracing the darkness so heavy, it was near impossible to see. But not for this young adolescent. She stood in the center of the platform, closed her eyes and leaned back, took off her thick coat and dropped it beside her. She spread her arms out and stood there in that uncanny stance for a few minutes, before shadows darker than the blackness of the tunnel began to creep up her ankles.
She opened her eyes, no whites, the black as deep as the shadows that engulfed her. "You have come," she whispered in an eerie calm, "My demons."
They got stronger with each visit of hers. They fed on her, and in return gave her that fleeting sense of power that lingered long after she was gone.
The Shadows were now up to her neck.
A guard opened the door and shone his torch down into the station, illuminating her. She turned and bared her teeth at him, sharp as daggers, long as fingers. Her jaws parted unnaturally wide, the Shadows seeping into her eyes.
The guard dropped his torch and stumbled backwards, nearly tripping in his shaky attempts to get out of there. His mouth opened in a soundless scream as he fled the station.
"Hush, my children. He does not need to be killed. No one will ever believe him," she calmed the arguing voices in her head. Her voice was soft, almost blending with the silence, "No one will ever find us."
No comments:
Post a Comment