2009-09-22, 09:06 AM
(This post was last modified: 2009-09-22, 04:13 PM by TøbiasBlack.)
I was at a crossroads with what to do next, but, I decided that whatever the noise was, that it was not going to interfere with my plans. I wasn't going to give up. Plus, if I had have stopped and stepped outside of the protective rings, then I'd be unable to repeat the spell again for 26 years, and I would sooner hang myself than have to wait 26 years to escape from this hell.
I took out the silver medallion, focused all of my energies into it, and began to recite the magic words, when again I heard the loud thud of machinery falling, but this time there was a voice accompanying it. It was too faint to make out what it said, or who was the one making it, but I shut the thought out of my mind and resumed my focus towards this spell.
After finishing reciting the spell, I placed the medallion's charm on top of the hardened black slime, and took out some gauze bandages to wrap up my hands. The blood would only interfere with the effectiveness of the next part of the ritual, and, i didn't want to risk getting my hands infected with typhoid, or something. Yet again i heard another thud coming from outside of my small encasement, but this time the sound was even louder than before and I could faintly discern what the voice was calling out.
"Abby? Abby, where are you? Abby, Abby?" the voice called out. I couldn't tell who it was as of yet, but, the fact that they knew my name greatly narrowed down my list of possibles; it was either one of my close friends, my boyfriend, or my brother, but since he was busy fighting overseas, I knew it couldn't be Isaac. So it was either my boyfriend Marco, or maybe it was Elenore. I didn't know, and i wasn't going to worry about it.
Carefully I took out the next ingredient, and I set the contents of the container down gently besides the black slime, and, after wiping the blood off of the knife I had used on my hands, I grabbed it firmly by the handle and thrust it into the black ooze. Suddenly, when the blade pierced the gunk, I heard a loud shriek come from somewhere close, and then felt the ground shake and yet another loud thud from outside.
"Abby! Abby, if you're in here, you have to come out to me, the warehouse is falling apart! Abby, please!" I could sense the terror in the voice, but I still could not figure out who exactly came and wanted to interrupt me. But, it wasn't that big of a concern of mine, even if they managed to find this room the door is barricaded so no one can come in and break the seal on the ground. "Abby, please, it's Ella and Brandt, please, come home with us! We don't want you to die in here!"
Suddenly, another loud bang and the sounds of explosions broke my almost perfect concentration and sent shockwaves throughout the entire building. I could hear my friends shouting out to me from outside, but it was in vain. I took the red silk scarf and laid it neatly into the handle of the knife, and began to recite the final incantation. However, many times during the incantation various tremors and shocks shook me and the floor I was sitting on. Eventually a massive I-beam fell and landed about a foot from where I was.
"Abby, come on! The roof is collapsing, we have to get out!" I could hear them now pounding on the door, and I could faintly see Brandt peering in at me through the dirty, stained window, beating it with the flat of his hand. "Abby!" I turned back and returned to my chanting, drawing closer to the final stanza. Suddenly, another loud, thunderous, dark shout broke out and shook me down to my core, sending a chill running down my spine. I took the scarf off of the blade handle after finishing the incantation, and i noticed that the blade of the knife was know as black as the ooze that used to be in the middle of the small black circle, and that the ooze was gone.
"Ha! only one more part, then I'm free," I said aloud. Carefully lifting the blade out of the concrete, I put the silver medallion in the center of the black ring, and poured the remaining ooze in the tupperware tub on top of it. As soon as the ooze fell onto the charm, again, I heard a loud BANG, followed by more tremors and even more support beams falling in the distance. Ignoring the sound of glass breaking and the pounding on the door behind me by my friends, I recited the final seal of the ritual, then lifted the knife over my head.
Suddenly, I felt arms reaching out for me, touching me all over my body. They were cold, slimy, and wet, grabbing at my arms, trying to pull them back and stop me from completing my ritual. They grabbed at my torso, and at my legs, they were cold and I felt cold having them on me; I tried to resist them, but the arms were strong. The kept pulling at me, pulling my hair, my shirt, my shoes, my pants, everywhere and anywhere they could grab hold of me they did. I was not going to let myself succumb to them, but they were powerful, and I was growing tired from having exerted so much of myself into this ritual. Plus, there was yet another thunderous boom, and a portion of the roof collapsed in front of me. The arms were grabbing my body, and the roof was collapsing, and I was terrified, but I had come so far, so close to completing this ritual; I had only one option, and that was...
~~~~~
[ ]drive the knife into the ground before they pull her away from the ritual.
[ ]swing the knife backwards, break the arms hold, and escape the building before it collapses.
[ ]surrender to the arms will and be pulled into the void.
~~~~~
sorry guys, wrote that before i left for class this morning.
each of the 3 options leads to one of 3 vastly different story outcomes, so really, depending on which one wins out, thats the basic... genre, i guess is the right word, for the story overall. whichever ones lose, ill describe the plots ive in mind for them.
I took out the silver medallion, focused all of my energies into it, and began to recite the magic words, when again I heard the loud thud of machinery falling, but this time there was a voice accompanying it. It was too faint to make out what it said, or who was the one making it, but I shut the thought out of my mind and resumed my focus towards this spell.
After finishing reciting the spell, I placed the medallion's charm on top of the hardened black slime, and took out some gauze bandages to wrap up my hands. The blood would only interfere with the effectiveness of the next part of the ritual, and, i didn't want to risk getting my hands infected with typhoid, or something. Yet again i heard another thud coming from outside of my small encasement, but this time the sound was even louder than before and I could faintly discern what the voice was calling out.
"Abby? Abby, where are you? Abby, Abby?" the voice called out. I couldn't tell who it was as of yet, but, the fact that they knew my name greatly narrowed down my list of possibles; it was either one of my close friends, my boyfriend, or my brother, but since he was busy fighting overseas, I knew it couldn't be Isaac. So it was either my boyfriend Marco, or maybe it was Elenore. I didn't know, and i wasn't going to worry about it.
Carefully I took out the next ingredient, and I set the contents of the container down gently besides the black slime, and, after wiping the blood off of the knife I had used on my hands, I grabbed it firmly by the handle and thrust it into the black ooze. Suddenly, when the blade pierced the gunk, I heard a loud shriek come from somewhere close, and then felt the ground shake and yet another loud thud from outside.
"Abby! Abby, if you're in here, you have to come out to me, the warehouse is falling apart! Abby, please!" I could sense the terror in the voice, but I still could not figure out who exactly came and wanted to interrupt me. But, it wasn't that big of a concern of mine, even if they managed to find this room the door is barricaded so no one can come in and break the seal on the ground. "Abby, please, it's Ella and Brandt, please, come home with us! We don't want you to die in here!"
Suddenly, another loud bang and the sounds of explosions broke my almost perfect concentration and sent shockwaves throughout the entire building. I could hear my friends shouting out to me from outside, but it was in vain. I took the red silk scarf and laid it neatly into the handle of the knife, and began to recite the final incantation. However, many times during the incantation various tremors and shocks shook me and the floor I was sitting on. Eventually a massive I-beam fell and landed about a foot from where I was.
"Abby, come on! The roof is collapsing, we have to get out!" I could hear them now pounding on the door, and I could faintly see Brandt peering in at me through the dirty, stained window, beating it with the flat of his hand. "Abby!" I turned back and returned to my chanting, drawing closer to the final stanza. Suddenly, another loud, thunderous, dark shout broke out and shook me down to my core, sending a chill running down my spine. I took the scarf off of the blade handle after finishing the incantation, and i noticed that the blade of the knife was know as black as the ooze that used to be in the middle of the small black circle, and that the ooze was gone.
"Ha! only one more part, then I'm free," I said aloud. Carefully lifting the blade out of the concrete, I put the silver medallion in the center of the black ring, and poured the remaining ooze in the tupperware tub on top of it. As soon as the ooze fell onto the charm, again, I heard a loud BANG, followed by more tremors and even more support beams falling in the distance. Ignoring the sound of glass breaking and the pounding on the door behind me by my friends, I recited the final seal of the ritual, then lifted the knife over my head.
Suddenly, I felt arms reaching out for me, touching me all over my body. They were cold, slimy, and wet, grabbing at my arms, trying to pull them back and stop me from completing my ritual. They grabbed at my torso, and at my legs, they were cold and I felt cold having them on me; I tried to resist them, but the arms were strong. The kept pulling at me, pulling my hair, my shirt, my shoes, my pants, everywhere and anywhere they could grab hold of me they did. I was not going to let myself succumb to them, but they were powerful, and I was growing tired from having exerted so much of myself into this ritual. Plus, there was yet another thunderous boom, and a portion of the roof collapsed in front of me. The arms were grabbing my body, and the roof was collapsing, and I was terrified, but I had come so far, so close to completing this ritual; I had only one option, and that was...
~~~~~
[ ]drive the knife into the ground before they pull her away from the ritual.
[ ]swing the knife backwards, break the arms hold, and escape the building before it collapses.
[ ]surrender to the arms will and be pulled into the void.
~~~~~
sorry guys, wrote that before i left for class this morning.
each of the 3 options leads to one of 3 vastly different story outcomes, so really, depending on which one wins out, thats the basic... genre, i guess is the right word, for the story overall. whichever ones lose, ill describe the plots ive in mind for them.