~Emma~
I walked down the deserted road, passing oleh what seemed like an endless line of lamps. They weren't much help, only lighting a small patch of the ground, but I was willing to use even something as skimpy as that. I knew that london was a dangerous place when night fell, so it was best I find shelter before someone catches up to me.
But it's already too late. The ominous sound of footsteps on stone reaches my ears. Too late, I think. Don't look behind you, Emma, DON'T look behind you... I can already pick up two things:One, it's an adult, atau a very tall adolescent. The steps are very far apart, so this person must be taking very large strides. I knew that the longer the person's stride, the taller they were. Second; it was a male. It wasn't the usual klop-klop of high heels, but lebih a heavy thump-thump of flat heels.
I took a quick glance behind, and sure enough, I had been correct. There was a man in a beige waistcoat and a black puncak, atas hat, taking large, gaping strides towards me. He has a smirk on his face, as though success was written in the stars above him.
I quicken my pace. So does the man. I slow down. So does the man.
He's following me....
I turn into an alley, hoping to throw him off. But he skillfully walks in after me.
"Why, hello darling...." he says in a sinister, threatening voice. My head hits brick wall. I'm cornered. He knows how vulnerable I am, not even being thirteen. His reptilian eyes appear from under the shadowy brim of his hat, burning into my own with their almost bug-eyed gaze.
"Fancy seeing anda here..." he's akting like he knows me. Has he been stalking me?
I'm about to scream as his left hand sinks into his pocket, most likely searching about for a weapon of some kind.
But then she stops me.
Her voice begins to whisper things in my head too quiet for my own ears to figure out, but then my jantung begins to pound in my ears.
Oh no...not now...no...go away...
"Listen!" I shout at the man. "Why are anda doing this? anda don't know what you're dealing with!"
The man tossed back his head and chuckled as he unsheathed a pocketknife. "Are anda joking, child? I know EXACTLY what I'm dealing with...a penniless, useless child!"
The pounding gets louder, and so do the whispers. I can now make out fragments of the voice.
"Give in..."
"...can help..."
"....if anda just..."
"No!" I clutch my head. A terrible ache takes hold of it, and I can't make out any noises that are coming from outside of my body. The man's lips are moving, but I can't hear a thing. I'm getting weak in the knees, and my whole body begins to tremble.
But this isn't fear.
It's something much worse...
I yelp at the man helplessly. "Stop! anda don't know what you're doing! anda don't know who I am! Leave! Leave now and live, atau stay here and die!"
The man's lips curl into a smirk. He think's I'm joking. But I'm DEAD serious. Why doesn't he understand, why, why?
The pounding overwhelms everything else. A red dot appears in the corner of my left eye. Then another, and another, and before I know it, there's a whole swarm of them in front of me. I try to speak, but something has gotten ahold of my throat. And it's not letting go. Not now... I desperately try to push the voice away. I don't want to hurt anybody, please...
Then it happens.
I burst into a fit of ape-like fury, my teeth gritted and swinging at the man's face as though it was a bulls-eye. Everything in front of me has turned a shade of scarlet. It's too late now.
"What are anda doing? GAWK!" My hand grabs the man's neck, turning the veins on it a sickening shade of purple. The pocketknife clattered to the ground.
"Mercy!" the man gasps. "I'll give anda cash, a home, ANYTHING!"
I pay no attention to his desperate pleas. "I'm sorry," I half-chuckle. "but in my world, there is no such thing as mercy."
But it's not my voice.
It's the voice that was speaking to me in my head before.
I lift the man off the ground with little trouble, and hurl him into the brick dinding selanjutnya to me. "GRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!" I screech in anger.
A huge BOOM emerges as the man's body makes impact with the wall. Dust swirls all around, making it difficult to see.
In it, the red clears up, the terrible pangs go away, and I blink. The voice is gone, but...
The dust settles like an air of doom, revealing the man's shattered corpse in front of me. Blood dripped down his chin.
"No..." I whisper.
The voice speaks again, this time much lebih clearly. See? I saved you.
No! I shout back to it. anda did NOT help me. anda only made the problem worse. Why did anda make me do this?
The voice does not respond.
Sighing, I take a cautious look about to make sure there were no witnesses, and leave in a sprint.
I walked down the deserted road, passing oleh what seemed like an endless line of lamps. They weren't much help, only lighting a small patch of the ground, but I was willing to use even something as skimpy as that. I knew that london was a dangerous place when night fell, so it was best I find shelter before someone catches up to me.
But it's already too late. The ominous sound of footsteps on stone reaches my ears. Too late, I think. Don't look behind you, Emma, DON'T look behind you... I can already pick up two things:One, it's an adult, atau a very tall adolescent. The steps are very far apart, so this person must be taking very large strides. I knew that the longer the person's stride, the taller they were. Second; it was a male. It wasn't the usual klop-klop of high heels, but lebih a heavy thump-thump of flat heels.
I took a quick glance behind, and sure enough, I had been correct. There was a man in a beige waistcoat and a black puncak, atas hat, taking large, gaping strides towards me. He has a smirk on his face, as though success was written in the stars above him.
I quicken my pace. So does the man. I slow down. So does the man.
He's following me....
I turn into an alley, hoping to throw him off. But he skillfully walks in after me.
"Why, hello darling...." he says in a sinister, threatening voice. My head hits brick wall. I'm cornered. He knows how vulnerable I am, not even being thirteen. His reptilian eyes appear from under the shadowy brim of his hat, burning into my own with their almost bug-eyed gaze.
"Fancy seeing anda here..." he's akting like he knows me. Has he been stalking me?
I'm about to scream as his left hand sinks into his pocket, most likely searching about for a weapon of some kind.
But then she stops me.
Her voice begins to whisper things in my head too quiet for my own ears to figure out, but then my jantung begins to pound in my ears.
Oh no...not now...no...go away...
"Listen!" I shout at the man. "Why are anda doing this? anda don't know what you're dealing with!"
The man tossed back his head and chuckled as he unsheathed a pocketknife. "Are anda joking, child? I know EXACTLY what I'm dealing with...a penniless, useless child!"
The pounding gets louder, and so do the whispers. I can now make out fragments of the voice.
"Give in..."
"...can help..."
"....if anda just..."
"No!" I clutch my head. A terrible ache takes hold of it, and I can't make out any noises that are coming from outside of my body. The man's lips are moving, but I can't hear a thing. I'm getting weak in the knees, and my whole body begins to tremble.
But this isn't fear.
It's something much worse...
I yelp at the man helplessly. "Stop! anda don't know what you're doing! anda don't know who I am! Leave! Leave now and live, atau stay here and die!"
The man's lips curl into a smirk. He think's I'm joking. But I'm DEAD serious. Why doesn't he understand, why, why?
The pounding overwhelms everything else. A red dot appears in the corner of my left eye. Then another, and another, and before I know it, there's a whole swarm of them in front of me. I try to speak, but something has gotten ahold of my throat. And it's not letting go. Not now... I desperately try to push the voice away. I don't want to hurt anybody, please...
Then it happens.
I burst into a fit of ape-like fury, my teeth gritted and swinging at the man's face as though it was a bulls-eye. Everything in front of me has turned a shade of scarlet. It's too late now.
"What are anda doing? GAWK!" My hand grabs the man's neck, turning the veins on it a sickening shade of purple. The pocketknife clattered to the ground.
"Mercy!" the man gasps. "I'll give anda cash, a home, ANYTHING!"
I pay no attention to his desperate pleas. "I'm sorry," I half-chuckle. "but in my world, there is no such thing as mercy."
But it's not my voice.
It's the voice that was speaking to me in my head before.
I lift the man off the ground with little trouble, and hurl him into the brick dinding selanjutnya to me. "GRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!" I screech in anger.
A huge BOOM emerges as the man's body makes impact with the wall. Dust swirls all around, making it difficult to see.
In it, the red clears up, the terrible pangs go away, and I blink. The voice is gone, but...
The dust settles like an air of doom, revealing the man's shattered corpse in front of me. Blood dripped down his chin.
"No..." I whisper.
The voice speaks again, this time much lebih clearly. See? I saved you.
No! I shout back to it. anda did NOT help me. anda only made the problem worse. Why did anda make me do this?
The voice does not respond.
Sighing, I take a cautious look about to make sure there were no witnesses, and leave in a sprint.
