[Original] Journey to the End of the Night
Title: Journey to the End of the Night
Author: body-ko
Fandom: Original
Rating: R
Word Count: 1550 (W)
Prompt: Original fantastic female character, another world
Summary: "Hello," greeted her, "that makes us a nice girl like you, all alone in the woods?".
advanced machine on the deserted street, the morning fog smothered the landscape in a blanket of gray mouse, while a light drizzle smoothed the asphalt on its treacherous nice day in the world. The car took the curve too fast and did not keep the road going to crash into the guardrail. Ford was an old, ugly green rotten chest of drawers that was not even looking for new, a few decades before, from the radio and sent silly love songs. After a few seconds the woman went out, reeling in her flowered dress, put his hand to his temple and found it stained with blood. The pale thin lips curled into a grimace of disgust and pain, while searching for a handkerchief to wipe away the blood from his face. Then, he went in the trunk, took a heavy bag, retrieved his bag from the back seat of the car and, angrily slamming the door, said goodbye to that masterpiece of science and technology.
walked briskly, almost running, despite the heavy bag he carried with him, he had climbed over the guardrail and highway, in the cold light of dawn, its thin and slender figure stood out in the wide field of grasses . Every now and then looked back, without stopping or slow down the pace, shortness of breath and gaze into the eyes of an animal during the hunting season, saw the car coming and was not surprised when he stopped behind his jalopy. Two men got out of black Mercedes, the tall and massive checks in the Ford and in the trunk, the other - that was so short and fat to look like a ball - she looked around the nose to the air, such as sniffing, and Finally he saw her. He peered from a distance, in reality the woman does not distinguish the features, even if he knew who he was.
"Miss Elizabeth," cried the man, «Go back. We will find a way to fix things, believe me. "
The woman slowed down or turned over in front of him opened up the forest now, and passed, with a firm step: if they wanted, they had to meet you take.
feet sank into the muddy ground, did not grow grass in the forest cold and unhealthy because they stopped the huge maples and firs, with their leaves every ray of sunshine: the cursed land had never been touched by any light. Elizabeth advanced to the heart of the forest, did not expect to find any trace of other human beings, because Only a poor fool - or a woman trapped in a dead end - it would also be in that territory, even the animals avoided him sensed something evil: the migratory birds do not stand between those trees, no deer or wild boar trampled on the ground treacherous, l & rsquo who lived only snakes and - more in depth in the swamp - crocodiles and leeches.
She dragged the heavy bag worn, yet wore the fierce determination in the eyes of those who are not willing to surrender. Finally, he saw the cemetery of virgins, glue moss-eaten stone statues that were slowly crumbling. He stopped to catch my breath, pondering what to do, the men who had the ribs could not be far away, were stronger and faster than her in their scruples and travel light luggage. He decided he could no longer afford the luxury of hesitation, crossed the gate of the rectory, and mingled with the stone statues, watching those icy expression appears, those wooden faces and slender figures those bundled in heavy clothing of the past and recent . One near the gate, his face smeared with bird shit, looked like so much to a girl he had met many years earlier, went to school together even though they had never been friends, because she was the daughter of the mayor while Elizabeth was a gypsy.
She sat on a stone, which was also possibly a statue, but now do not give human traits remained, rested, now completely disinterested, the heavy bag that had dragged her here, and lit a menthol cigarette.
did not have to wait long, the man left the rectory, and with fluctuating pitch and vaguely effeminate, approached her. He looked puzzled, with its huge green eyes, green as green apples, such as wrecks covered with seaweed, eyes of an unparalleled glow, like werewolves, fluty eyes full of charm and sweetness, and in the middle of them a black hole, which is their core property: peering into the depths of darkness, Elizabeth felt that darkness peering inside her.
The man smiled at her, Elizabeth felt his body become covered with cold sweat, and his heart was beating a rhythm of despair at the inevitability of evil.
"Hello," greeted her, "that makes us a nice girl like you, all alone in the woods?".
The woman was silent, with mind overwhelmed by fear, uncovering totally unable to move a muscle or ponder a thought. It was him, the man whom so many had heard from his mother, would never have believed one day to meet him, and yet here it is: real, tangible, real. And what can the human race is faced with an evil so wicked?
Two men crossed the gate of the rectory, the first man was lower than Elizabeth, and had greasy hair and a face from the pale.
"A good morning to you, good sir," he said, "in this beautiful and pleasant day '*. The host Home averted his gaze from Elizabeth and left him unmoved on the funny little man, the way they looked was very different from what he had reserved for the hungry girl seemed disinterested rather than annoyed.
"What do you want? This is private property. "
"I'm sure you'll want to excuse this due to our unexpected intrusion, you see, nothing but this is not a concern for our sister who lost - I note with delight overwhelming - we have preserved the integrity of its functions and joints."
The Lord of the Wood looked at him dazed, as if he had not understood a word of what he heard.
"Are you the police?" Asked dry. The second visitor, a tall man who stood a few steps behind his friend, until then had said nothing and simply wait, impressive and impassive. Now he laughed, once, with a deep tone and vernacular, was the laugh of a madman.
"Unfortunately," said the man down, "we do not have this privilege. A career in law and justice, as undoubtedly tempting, was not written in the papers that Lady Luck has spread to my brother and me. No, we are only individuals. Allows you to make presentations. I'm Mister Croup, and this gentleman is my brother, mister Vandemar.
"Your brother?" Asked the man, "You should not have the same last name?".
"I'm impressed. What a brain, Mr. Vandemar. Dubbing it a shrewd and subtle it is not justice. Some of us are so keen "to the lord of desolation came and began to speak to him on his toes a few inches from my face," that might even cut yourself. " Elizabeth felt the blood drain from his body when he saw the full lips, lips to kiss, realizing the vision of every woman, bent in a feral grin of sweetness.
"We have embarked on a long journey," continued Mr. Croup, who, unlike Elizabeth, who did not know before, "whose chief purpose was the search for our beloved sister, a rebellious child, stubborn and strong-willed, which has almost broken the hearts of our poor widowed mother. "
"She is ours," clarified Mr. Vandemar, mellifluous. Elizabeth looked at her with dead eyes and the woman became more small as he could, while the wolf, the cat and the fox decided who would be eating it. "And the money ... also, "he added, pointing to the suitcase abandoned in the mud. The King of Gnomes
cocked his head thoughtfully to one side, then turned to the two patrons expression regretted.
"No," she said, Mr. Vandemar pulled out his gun and shot him right between the eyes, Elizabeth cried, bringing his hands to his throat, the man's face was disfigured from the impact of the bullet that had pierced the skull from side to side, but did not fall. Stood firm on his legs as oak and slowly turned his neck to point its menacing green eyes bloodshot on the two hit men, from the lips uttered a hoarse growl of anger animal. The surprise would have hit anyone, but those were men used to shoot first and ask later, so both point their machines against the creature and sent down two magazines.
The creature still did not fall, Mr. Vandemar at the height of incredulity, he decided that there was nothing in the world that he could not annihilate, and that he would have done with their bare hands. He seized the spirit of the woods and twisted the neck of one hundred and eighty degrees, it seemed to have even less effect of projectiles and the creature laughed revealing its sharp teeth as a predator. Both men rushed to the caricature of a human being, with unfailing dedication and methodical ferocity, the spirit of the woods with nails like claws to answer their attacks, leaving deep furrows across the elegant Armani clothes and flesh. The three fell to the ground and rolled between the earth and mud, slapping violently against members of the stone, the thundering silence of the cemetery of curses, screams, and bestial grunts.
step back with plush, Elizabeth turned away from the field battaglia.Quando he reached the forest, he turned his back to the rectory and his dreams of wealth, and began to run.
still running.
* Neil - The Genius - Gaiman
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