munineye

Esme gasped for breath as the portal snapped shut behind her; Thomas' hand released her leg. He stood, his thin frame folded in blue robes, shading her from the skylight that spread colored light throughout the circular atrium. Warm, inviting sunlight beamed through the opposite archway, the afternoon's sun gilding the deep walls of the white marble room. She still shivered, the chill of the swamp would not leave her bones. "Esme, are you hurt?" Thomas asked hurriedly, eyes running over her thin frame and then darting back towards the sunlit arch. "No, I'm fine," she said, accepting his hand to balance her way back to her feet. Her voice wa

Esme ran from the darkened complex, long hair streaming out behind her, the light fabric of her party dress laying flat against her prickly skin. She shivered as she ran, the cold reaching her nose and lips and ears first. Her eyes were solidly black, curls of smoke reaching out from them and then fading in the cold winter's air. Her hands crackled with energy still, black lightning seemed to spark across her knuckles as she ran. It's done, she thought with a melancholic tone, It's done and I won't have to do this ever again. She stopped to catch her breath, scanning the horizon for the barren tree she was seeking in this marsh. She had cas

She touched her pale, washed out face with a cigarette between her fingers and the bright neon casting hollow shadows on her eyes sockets, making her look even more dead than she already did. She was trying to see if she had something in her eye, examining her face in the reflection of a theater's window, sweet lipped and doe eyed girls with tits nearly popping out of their too-small bras painted on parchment stared back at her. She snorted, pulled back, the reflection winging away into the night as she looked past the window and cheap poster, staring at nothing, really, and taking a long drag on her cigarette. She blew the smoke from her t

The first thing I remembered afterward was the bright sun hitting my eyelids, the warmth from the sun drying the mud and trails of blood on my skin, heating me after the long, cold, horrific night. My eyes creaked open, I lay there watching a beetle creep across the fallen leaves. I raised one blood- and mud-encrusted hand to wipe at my face, marveling at the stubble that had grown so quickly overnight. Night. I shuddered involuntarily, thinking of the horrors that had befallen myself and my dearest- No. I levered myself upright with one arm, slipping slightly in the pool of water I was half-submersed in. Slowly, slippery, I made my way out

Her footsteps crunched as she shuffled through the dense mass of fallen leaves. I'm not sure how she found me, I'd been hiding out for over a week while they ravaged the city around my house. Maybe it's because she's eaten someone drunk, I thought, She always comes over once she's gotten drunk. Well, when she was alive, anyway. I stayed very still, willing the very wind to not blow in her direction so she couldn't smell that I was still in the apartment. Not that the stink of crappy canned food and gasoline wasn't already apparent. I guess she thought I was out already, but she knocked politely anyway, running into the door face first onc