(2022) HEMLOCK GROVE fan fiction.
"She wanted him to devour her soul. Like she was his favourite dessert. She wanted to be what he craved the most in life. Never growing tired of her taste. And always coming back for seconds."
📌 Started June 2022
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The old abandoned steel mill known as Castle Godfrey was located at the other side of the river, even its size daunting. Who in it's sane mind would even abandon such acres of land? Only the Godfrey's will.
"Rome," Chantel said as she tied the laces of her airforce 1. "I know you love this car but in the next meeting of the Order of the Dragon, can you please bring your other rides. I seriously am tired inhaling cigarettes smoke from both sides."
"Can you please stop calling us that?" Roman tossed out his cigarette.
"No," both Peter and Chantel replied in unison as they burst out laughing. Roman looked sour.
As they neared the steel gate of the abandoned mill. Chantel realised it looked scarier than it appears to be. Why does she keep doing this to herself?
Peter looked at Roman. "How does it feel to have your name on everything?"
"Like a fucking pimp." Responded Roman as he stopped the car in front of the main gate.
"Isn't there somewhere around the back we can park this? You know..." Peter suggested scanning the unfamiliar surroundings.
"Nobody gives a shit what happens out here." Roman told him.
"Except us? Right?" Peter asked.
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But Roman ignored him and got out of the car, lighting another one of his foul cigarettes.
"He seems upset," mouthed Peter.
"Isn't he always." Chantel slowly got out of the car.
The steel gate was locked with a huge metal lock, Roman pulled out his keys and unlocked the gate. Chantel walked in first, there were weeds and grasses growing everywhere. The place looked like something out from an apocalyptic movie.
"Cool," Peter said from behind.
As they reached a rusted metal door, Roman unlocked it with his keys again. It made a loud creaking sound as the three figures walked in. They switched on their flashlights. The place was humongous, the ceiling stood over three storey in height or more. And the whole building stank of corroded metals, moulds and mixture of unpleasant scents. There were holes on the roof and water was leaking from all four corners, the place looked like it had been abandoned for over a century.
"You ever see this place when it's running?" Asked Peter curiously as they walked side by side.
"My old man closed it before I was born," said Roman. "Lots of people died here—workers and shit."
