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beyond the shadows
“They told us that the shadows outside the gate were hungry. I just wanted to know what they tasted like.”
Chapter 1
The leaves brushed against each other as the wind fought its way through the gaps in the branches. The streets were lined with clocks at every corner, people compulsively checking the time as the sun began to hide itself behind the gates surrounding Windermere. As the sunlight barely touched the tip of the towering church bell, businesses began locking up—bolting their doors shut and pulling down the blinds in a hurry. One might think the town was preparing for a natural disaster, but this was just another day for this rural town.
Adelina rushed back to her house, running through the now-empty streets as she kept glancing at her watch. She couldn’t believe she had lost track of time—her exhales leaving her mouth in rhythm with her sneakers hitting the pavement. Just as the sun fully disappeared, she made it to her house, slamming the door behind her and making sure every bolt was secured.
“Adelina!” a stern voice called from the kitchen. “Where in the hell were you?”
It was Adelina’s mom, Mrs. Katz. Her face was full of worry; her eyebrows knitted together as she shot a cold glare at the teen girl.
“Mom…” she began, though the words froze in her throat. She didn’t know whether to tell the truth or make up some half-thought-out excuse about where she’d been. Her shoulders dropped, her breath still heavy from sprinting across the town. “I… wasn’t looking at the clock.”
Mrs. Katz scoffed, somewhere between annoyance and disbelief. “The town is flooded with clocks and timers, and you’re trying to tell me you weren’t checking?”
Adelina sighed, her eyes dropping to the floor as she stepped closer to her mom. She pulled her mother into a tight hug, not wanting to admit what had distracted her enough to forget the time. Mrs. Katz let out an exaggerated sigh, hugging her daughter back.
“Dinner’s on the table. Clean up and shower once you’re done,” she said softly, pulling back from the hug. Mrs. Katz headed upstairs—her footsteps fading, the sound confirming for Adelina that her mother was safely in her room now.
Throwing herself on the dining chair, Adelina slumped over the table. Her breath was finally calming down as she rested her head on her forearms. Her mind rushed with endless possibilities as she’d never actually seen what happened past dark– just heard the warnings that were passed down to children like bedtime stories meant to scare them. But don’t stories always have a root? It was instilled in her from a young age that if the sun was gone, she was to remain inside the house until it came back up. She used to ask her mom what would happen if someone lingered out there longer than they should have. Mrs. Katz would just tighten her jaw and tell her to wash up for dinner.
She shifted positions, propping her head up with one hand, her elbow pressed into the table for balance. With the other, she messed with her food without purpose, her spoon scraped the plate like a clock ticking too loud. Her heart still hadn’t settled from the sprint home. From almost missing her curfew.
As she blinked slowly, half-chewed memories rose to the surface– of days at the creak. Laughter echoed through the trees that were now too quiet. She didn’t know why they always came back at night. Perhaps it was the silence. Maybe it was the way the wind seemed to howl among the leaves.
Adelina’s gaze flicked towards the window, where the curtains pressed against the frame like a barrier. Without thinking, she rose. Her fingers curled around the hem of the fabric, she was hesitant. She inhaled, holding it in as she tugged the curtains open.
It was just enough to show her what she knew already; the streets were empty. Still… waiting. The wind stirred the leaves in spirals across the sidewalks. A streetlight buzzed in the corner– flickering ever so slightly– casting a pale gold across the spot where someone once dared to climb. The lamppost still wore the marks of rust where hands gripped too tight.
No one really talked about what happened. Not anymore, at least. It was as though the town had decided silence was safer– as if silence could erase what really happened that fateful day. Not Adelina though, she remembered. She remembered a person who always pushed boundaries and scoffed at warnings. Adelina remembered a voice– a stubborn one, that laughed in the dark.
“It’s just darkness,” they once told her, “Why are we so scared of it?”
Those words stuck to Adelina’s mind as if it was a crown woven from thorns.
Something moved out there, or maybe nothing did. But something out there was luring Adelina in. The kind that pried at your thoughts– the feeling that waited for you to be curious enough to follow.
Adelina snapped the curtains shut, her breath stuck in her chest. The scraping hiss of the curtains against the rod echoed louder than she had anticipated. Without a word, she headed upstairs– each step of hers slower than the last.
The smell of dinner still clung to her clothes, but the hunger was long gone.
She threw herself onto her bed, the wooden frame thudding against the wall. Her eyes shut hard, her thoughts louder than her heartbeat.
“If only I just… If only I didn’t…” she didn’t finish that thought. She never did.
Craw fly for trout and smallmouth!
Genre: Horror/Thriller
Pairing: Luke, Leon, Kain
Words: 3153
Warning: Blood, Death, Hate, Desperation, Fear, Resentment, Detailed description, Hunt, Helpless, Psychically, etc.
Luke:
He was sitting in the small kitchen, his legs on the table. His blue eyes narrowed, to keep the smoke from his cigarette from burning them. He looked around the kitchen, it really was the last one, like everything else in this cabin. He saw a cockroach running along the wall and disappearing behind the gray cupboard, with pickled food. Now his eyes were on the old glasses, the water was brown and there were leftovers floating around in it. He would never eat it, neither would Leon, he knew that. As for Kain.... He looked up, when he heard soft screams and grinned slightly, then the voice of his eldest brother, he moaning, a room was closed and Leon limp into the kitchen. "You don't have anything better to do, than sit here and smoke, do you?" Luke looked his brother up and down and shrugged. His brother's long hair and dense beard really made him look like a backwoods guy. "Make sure, you go into town. We still need some things, get a new rope" - "Again?" he asked his brother, who had just taken a glass, from the cupboard.
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This post reminds me of a Toonami Bump back when I was a kid. It was just clips of Inuyasha and Kagome doing just this xD
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