elle has always been the good girl in her mischievous, immature and over-the-top class full of madcap mayhem. when the class wakes up as castaways in a strange land of dreams and nightmares, they are thrust into a world full of surprises where even...
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they came as fast as the word had rang out, cutting through the air like a piercing knife. Elle turned around as soon as the shout was released, her heart palpitating in fear. For all she knew, it could be a practical joke, but the voice did not seemed to belong to any of them - it was low, hoarse and wholly menacing.
Spinning around with tendrils of dread coiling around her in wisps, Elle gasped at the sight before her eyes. It was a sight to behold, really, for there was a large ship, dwarfing the one she was on by far. The large ship was gleaming in the sun, but unlike the merry sunbeams that bounced around the deck, the ship was entirely black.
It was a cold, harsh black, a stark contrast to the light, 'cantabile' mood the setting presented. It seemed to be moored close, though it was mainly open water as far as the eye could see, and the boat was bobbing up and down, but not moving off though the winds, scarce as they were, fluttered the black sails in the air, creating a bleak atmosphere.
Brooding menace seemed to exude from it, as if years of violence and bloodlust had sunk into it.
Involuntarily, Elle shuddered. The hubbub and merry chattering wore off as a foreboding sense settled over the group. All eyes were fixated warily at the enormous boat, and many inched away, slowly stepping back, unblinking at the great ship that had invaded this place.
'Not really invaded, though,' Elle thought, then mentally slapped herself. What was she thinking at a critical time like this? Time slowed down as there was a ringing shout of approval and then they came.
'They' were burly looking men, armed with a frightening arsenal of weapons, and dressed in all black, brandishing their cutglasses threateningly. Their clothes were stiff, heavy and covered in stains, but they wore them with pride. Strangely, the clothes seemed to be in a repulsive shade; purplish red and some seemed to be just recently acquired.
However, the most terrifyingly real part about this ambush was the malevolent look on their faces; the fierce, aggressive irises flashing vehemently with a glimmer of unadulterated mounting fury.
As Elle looked at the hard, set faces of seasoned warriors or savage fighters with barely concealed fear; fright that was radiating out of every pore in her body.
However, their hate seemed not to be directed at them, but the whole world, an unearthly contempt for where they were. It also seemed like an aimless anger, the rage simmering below was not purpose driven, but just there.
From that quick examination, Elle gathered as much, but she still looked at the people with suspicion and the coils of fear and trepidation were still twisting around her. The shout seemed to have been much earlier, when no one was aware and the people were still on the intimidating ship, and seemed more like a challenge than an an assault, extermination.
'Of course,' thought Elle with a wry smile, it would not be a challenge, for they were unarmed and wholly unprepared. Her train of thought had hardly completed itself before the ship neared and they jumped down.
