Laron
08-16-2006, 02:51 PM
There is only darkness, the smell of dust and dried flowers are the only senses she has. Her eye lids feel cold, and she tries to bring her hand up to remove the cold that rests on her eyes. Her hand hits a wall directly above her. The jar to her body knocks the cold items off of her face, and she hears the sound of two coins hitting the ground by her head. It rings in her ears loudly. Briann still cannot see and can move only slightly. She tries to feel the surface, but her fingers are cold and she lacks feeling in them. Running her hands across the wall above her, she finds that she seems to be in a box. Knocking her knuckles on the flat of the surfaces, she can tell it is wooden. Panic sets in…
She is trapped in a wooden crate. “Have I been kidnapped? What would someone want with me? I’m an old woman, and my husband a soldier. We’re not rich.” Kicking slightly with her foot she finds that the box is not square. In fact it is smaller on the ends than in the middle. Trying to listen she cannot hear anything. “Where’d they take me?”
She tries to think back to what she was doing before she woke up here. She remembers lying in bed, her husband brushing her hair and bringing her fresh berry juice to drink. Being tired and drifting off to sleep, and… “Laron! Where’s Laron! He wouldn’t let them take me less he was… No! He can’t be…” She starts to cry, but it is interrupted by a sound. Covering her mouth, and tries to quiet herself. It sounds like a sharp metal hitting dirt. It continues for quite some time, and then she sees light, moonlight. She tries to look but the cracks in the box are much too small to see out of.
She can hear grunting as the box is moved and dropped onto the ground. “By The Light! I was buried!” Her mind turns to more terror than she has ever felt in her life. “What sick person buries another person?” The top of the box starts to be pulled open, and she can see a pair of glowing eyes staring down at her. She thinks at first “It must be Laron, come to save me.” But then she realizes the eyes are a sickly green color, and as her vision returns, the person standing over her doesn’t have a bottom jaw!
Her mind gives in to the fear, and she flops backwards, out of the coffin on her back, scrambling on the ground. The man who looks dead starts to walk towards her. Screaming she frantically looks for a way to run, when she spots the shovel that he must have been using to dig. As she crawls, her hands finally reach the shovel! Grabbing it, she swings at the rotting man. Not since Briann was a young woman had she had such strength. The shovel connects with his head. With a sickening crunching sound, it crushes in the side of the dead mans skull. The force of the blow sends him sprawling off the cliff and rolling to a stop and the base of the hill. Seeing him stop, she realizes she is now on her feet and one word comes to mind. “RUN!”
She is trapped in a wooden crate. “Have I been kidnapped? What would someone want with me? I’m an old woman, and my husband a soldier. We’re not rich.” Kicking slightly with her foot she finds that the box is not square. In fact it is smaller on the ends than in the middle. Trying to listen she cannot hear anything. “Where’d they take me?”
She tries to think back to what she was doing before she woke up here. She remembers lying in bed, her husband brushing her hair and bringing her fresh berry juice to drink. Being tired and drifting off to sleep, and… “Laron! Where’s Laron! He wouldn’t let them take me less he was… No! He can’t be…” She starts to cry, but it is interrupted by a sound. Covering her mouth, and tries to quiet herself. It sounds like a sharp metal hitting dirt. It continues for quite some time, and then she sees light, moonlight. She tries to look but the cracks in the box are much too small to see out of.
She can hear grunting as the box is moved and dropped onto the ground. “By The Light! I was buried!” Her mind turns to more terror than she has ever felt in her life. “What sick person buries another person?” The top of the box starts to be pulled open, and she can see a pair of glowing eyes staring down at her. She thinks at first “It must be Laron, come to save me.” But then she realizes the eyes are a sickly green color, and as her vision returns, the person standing over her doesn’t have a bottom jaw!
Her mind gives in to the fear, and she flops backwards, out of the coffin on her back, scrambling on the ground. The man who looks dead starts to walk towards her. Screaming she frantically looks for a way to run, when she spots the shovel that he must have been using to dig. As she crawls, her hands finally reach the shovel! Grabbing it, she swings at the rotting man. Not since Briann was a young woman had she had such strength. The shovel connects with his head. With a sickening crunching sound, it crushes in the side of the dead mans skull. The force of the blow sends him sprawling off the cliff and rolling to a stop and the base of the hill. Seeing him stop, she realizes she is now on her feet and one word comes to mind. “RUN!”