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Thinking
Onomatopoeia
Rayne's POV
"See you tomorrow, baby. Sweet dreams~"
Soothing melody flowed into my ears. It sent gentle ripples to my consciousness. Unfamiliar, yet familiar at the same time. Like the voice of an old friend. A long forgotten memory buried in the past. But that shouldn't be possible. It's my first time hearing this woman's voice. I'm sure of it. Otherwise, I would've definitely remembered this charming undertone. The low timbre. The sexy lilt at the tail end of her sentence. I could vaguely feel something being dredged up from the quagmire that was my mind.
My eyes fluttered open at the warm light diffusing into the room. The stuffy feeling has inexplicably dissipated. I habitually touched my face. Not sticky. Then scrutinised my arms. Neither did they sting. In fact, most of the lacerations had already healed back to healthy pinkish skin. No unsightly scabs. Nothing. As if patches of my skin weren't scraped clean yesterday at all. Weird... Do necromancers come with wolverine's self-recovery gimmicks?
A pleasant fragrance of herbs lingered on the sheets.
Right! My friend!
I looked down at the bed. It's empty again. Except this time, I could still feel traces of warmth. The baby fox must have left very recently. Maybe just a few minutes ago. A fuzzy feeling tickled my heart. Light and feathery. The little furball actually cared enough to give me special treatment...
Thump, thump.
How strange...
Thump, thump.
Is this how it feels to be special to someone? You get to enjoy such preferential treatments?
Thump, thump.
With renewed vigour, I sprung out of bed and freshened up before heading to the cafeteria. But I should've known that all good things eventually come to an end.
Just as I was about to wolf down my breakfast, a shrill voice pierced through the air, "YOU FUCKING BITCH! I WILL TEACH YOU TO PLOT AGAINST ME!"
Ding!
[Bloodlust is detected.]
?
A red-eyed Will barrelled down towards me with vengeance.
What the fuck's happening early in the morning???
I frantically bolted up from my seat. Did this muppet wake up on the wrong side of the bed??? Or has he officially lost his marbles??? Why was he suddenly hell-bent on murdering me??? I didn't even piss him off! How could I when it's still some ungodly hour???
Everyone was looking at us, as if they're watching a circus. At one point, Arthur finally stepped forward to restrain the crazy bozo.
Even then, Will was struggling madly while howling like an aggravated animal, "FUCK YOU! DARE TO WORK WITH DEMONS TO KILL ME?!"
[Bloodlust is detected.]
... Huh??? The fuck-
"Calm down. What's the farce about?"
The psycho shook off Arthur's hand and pointed at me with a grubby finger, "Ask that motherfucking witch! She conspired with a vixen to harm me last night!"
[Bloodlust is detected.]
[Bloodlust is detected.]
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Your Shadow Is My Light
FanfictionRayne, a girl born into tragedy, is haunted by a traumatic past, burdened by the memories of killing her father and witnessing her mother's death. Bullied and isolated, she often struggles with self-doubt, thinking that she's better off dead than al...
