Pusillanimous
The one word spoke rarely but felt with every molecule within the body. Fear engulfed me, drowning me with its power as I heard the voices surrounding me, calling me, killing me. Staring at her dismembered body torn apart with hatred, anger and a knife, I realized, this is no longer a friendly game, but survival of the fittest. Running and escaping the deadliest thing found within the walls of the colossal ancient structure, The Call of The Voice.
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Fear filled my soul, its powers prickling my very core. I did the one thing no brave person should. I screamed as loud as my voice would allow me.
Running to the door, I pounded my fists on its wood screaming like a child seeing the boogeyman.
"Help! God dammed, someone help! Please!"
The door kept moving but not opening, and the hinges were still intact. I turned around and saw no one near the glass, no woman but a note, written on the window.
"Run."
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Every night, a call is heard.
Not the call of a friend but the call of a voice, a voice of a...woman to be let in into the mansion.
Surrounded by the four walls of the ancient mansion, Andrea and her friends, Nicholas and Jason as they uncovers the mysteries of the hunted mansion, with no weapons other than their strenght, trust and bravery.
Join the group in their journey with every Step covered with Mysteries,
Walls with a Fear,
And a bit of...
Love.
(Editing is needed, this book shall be on hold until I can edit it.)
Highest ranked- #10 in action 2/16/2017
A promotion.
That's all I wanted. I didn't want to run for my life. I didn't want to be kidnapped. I didn't want to face death. I didn't want to find out my whole life was a lie.
I just wanted a bloody promotion. Guess fate had other plans?
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The cold air fanned over my face as I opened the door. The exit door lead to the back of the building so it was pitch black. I leaned against the wall trying to control myself.
Blood was running down my arm and head. My hair was stuck to my face from all the sweat and blood. Everything was spinning around me and the ground seemed like it was shaking. Groaning I sat down and put my head on my knees.
He knows who I am.
He knows how I look like.
He knows where I work so possible knows where I live.
I am not safe anymore... no where.
While I was in my own world I heard faint sounds behind me but I didn't bother to look or run away. The footsteps got closer and I was pretty sure it was Walker's men.
I should run.
I should try to fight.
But what's the point in trying to run away? He would eventually find me and if he has his way he would most likely kill me. If this is my fate then why am I trying to fight it?
I felt someone harshly grab my waist and pull me up and I complied. They dragged me down the alley and into the busy street. I heard the opening of a car and the next thing I knew I was being thrown into a car. My head hit the hard leather seat and the door shut behind me.
Maybe this is how my life will end. Maybe I should just let it happen. Maybe I was destined to die alone as a no one.
With that I let the darkness consume me.