Fragments on the Road to Death

Knock Knock

Helena walked up to the violet door, raised her hand and moved it towards the door. Then she paused. Then she brought her hand back and drove it into the wood. Her hand dented the wood. She waited. Then she banged again, another dent. She searched the wall and found a doorbell, then pressed it once. She heard the sound of a bell, then pressed it again, and again. 

"Fuck this," She groaned under her breath. She checked over her shoulder, there was nothing behind her. There was nothing she could see anyways, why wasn't this yard magically guarded. For an expert mage this woman was pathetic, first years at the Academy could have done better. She grabbed at the door handle and forced her aura out from her hand and into the gap between the door. She could feel it snap and she pushed the door in. It didn't budge. No protections in the yard but a protection around the door! Fucking Hell! She reached out and began tracing a line of runes across the surface of the door. Who had thought that it would be a good idea to make the counter for a magical lock so fucking long. And she didn't have time to figure out how powerful it was. She heard a roar and checked over her shoulder again. Mist was filling the streets. "Fuck, Fuck, FUCK!" She finished the last rune and tried the door, the spell wasn't undone, and she had just wasted their charge. "FUCK!" She wound up a punch and drove it into the wood. It dented but didn't budge. "OH COME ON!" She tilted her head back and extended her aura using her tentacles to pull herself onto the roof. If the house was this heavily protected she would be safe. She leaped down into the garden in the backyard. Did she have time for a concealing spell? No, not one that was powerful enough to work on this thing. And she was in a city. She gritted her teeth as she fumbled her landing and stumbled to her feet, trying not to think of the civilians around her who were more than likely already dead. Never live near a Graveyard, Never, Ever. She limped her way to the backdoor, tentacles streaming out behind her. She pounded on it, then tried the lock. Nothing. She tried to punch through it, then tried to snap the bolt. Nothing, nothing at all. "MOM!" She pressed her forehead against the door as she pounded on the door. She could feel tears in her eyes. "MOM! Please! Please let me in!" she could feel the water running down her face. "Please I don't want to die!" She sank to her knees, her nails left marks on the door. "Please..." She pressed her eyes shut. Well if she was going to die she could at least pretend she was as strong as Arthur or Gwen. She could at least die on her feet. She opened her eyes.

There was something silver in the flower bed. She reached for it. A plain silver key, half buried in dirt. She grabbed it, fumbling with the door. It fit but it didn't turn. She threw her weight against it, fidgeting the lock back and forth. Screw dying valiantly. She was going to live! The cold fog wrapped against her skin, burning like no fire she had ever felt. The lock clicked. The door swung open and she staggered inside throwing the door closed and locking it. A concealment spell. She would have time for a concealment spell. She keeled before the door writing runes in the air as the house shook. She would live.