#wilsia

❝ let me have the gun,❞

Glancing over her shoulder the elven girl’s eyes narrowed at the boy standing a bit too close for comfort given the current situation. The gun in question was currently being pointed at the body of the man who had just tried to jump her, finger dangerously close to the trigger - should he suddenly move- as she had been contemplating her choices. 

Guns had never been her weapon of choice but that didn’t mean she didn’t know how to use them and in some cases disarm the person using them. When it had been pointed at her back leading her to the alley way she had remained calm. A quick spell to stun her attacker, a maneuver so the gun wound up in her hand and with much more force than her slight body would seem to have, she pistol whipped him watching with satisfaction as he had crumpled to the ground, knocked out. The intensity had not been what she had expected when she had taken a quick trip to the city for a few ingredients and as she stared at the very still body, adrenaline leaving her body, her hand began to shake. 

❝ let me have the gun. ❞

He had inched closer, hand seemingly reaching for the gun she wielded as his eyes never left hers and in an instant she had turned so the gun was on him. Instead of scaring the boy as she hoped, he continued to move slowly, until he had his hand around hers and the gun. She continued to stare at him trying to figure out where she had seen him before and only when she realized he was a classmate did her death grip on the gun slowly release until he had it out of her hand. 

Again her eyes strayed back to the attacker, he still hadn’t moved and slowly she began backing away as flight or fight began to take root. 

an  abandoned  church  sits  desecrated  and  empty  ,  though  townspeople  will  tell  you  it’s  filled  with  troublemakers  and  squatters.  to  our  muses  ,  it’s  something  much  more  otherworldly.

There was something there, she could feel it. An angel excommunicated from the church and yet there were times when it still called to her. Sometimes it was for good, a yearning to feel like she belonged again, was loved and needed again. Sometimes it for bad, a church that had gone wayward under the eyes of its parish, perverting each and every soul that passed its way. 

There was something there, it called to her, and the way her blood ran cold let her know she shouldn’t answer. But still, she lingered, just across the road in site of the door but far enough that nothing could get to her. No one had entered, no one had left, it stood silent. 

People passing by whispered about the church, it was full of squatters, filled of the types of people you didn’t want to see after dark, some even said it was filled with ghost, but Jieun knew better than that. 

“Do you feel it?” She whispered as someone came beside her. She had noticed the boy there earlier, noticed him watching the eerie church just as she was. 

“It’s not right...It’s...I want to go in, it wants me to come in. What do I do?”