Wednesday, May 20, 2009
YO PPL!
haha back on popular demand..hey wait imma just kidding, so pai seh i dun wanna post anymre..but since u all wan, i no choice la. XD sound so weird leh..
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Part 2
As if compelled by an invisible hand, Dave slowly stepped into the room. The plain, white, nondescript door slammed shut and instantly, he was engulfed by darkness. Dave, suddenly snapping out of something, screamed. At least he tried to. Not a sound came out of his gaping mouth, then there was a deafening silence in the room. Dave reached out frantically for the doorknob, but to his utmost horror, neither the doorknob nor the door was there anymore.
Dave screamed blue murder, the shrillness of his scream startling even himself. He started to run back to where he thought the door was. However, Dave felt that his legs were heavier than gold and just stood there, unable to move. Trembling, he slowly looked down, fearing what he might see. The horrified Dave let out another bloodcurdling shriek as he discovered that a pair of hands was grabbing his feet.
Those hands were bloodied and scratched, a few fat maggots crawling on them and the fingernails were too sharp and long for comfort. Dave realised, with dreadful certainty, that he was being pulled down by the pair of revolting hands. No matter how hard he struggled, screamed or tried to pry the hands off, those deathly cold hands maintained a firm grip on Dave’s feet and pulled him down at a steady speed.
“NOOO!!!” Dave shouted and took his last breath before being completely engulfed by floor.
“He’s awake!” A high-pitched, excited voice was heard as Dave cracked open one eye. It brought a lightning crack of pain to his head, and he shut his eyes immediately.
“Come on, wake up! My mistress wants to see you!” A girl, roughly fourteen or fifteen, shouted worriedly and shook Dave slightly. Dave, now quite awake, surveyed his surroundings. He was lying on a bed made of cold, white stone and the room had walls that were made of red-coloured rock. The girl, who sat on a chair beside Dave, was in a plain white robe, which he found strange as it looked to be the latest trend when it was a few hundred years ago.
“Where is this, and who is your mistress?” Dave asked doubtfully, staring at the girl fixedly. Obviously, he expected an answer.
“Oh…I really shouldn’t tell,” the girl replied, a frown creasing her face. As the girl struggled between telling and not telling, Dave stared at her, finding it a wee bit amusing.
“You’re in the Undercity, and my mistress is the Queen,” the girl mumbled hastily, her eyes downcast. Dave’s eyes bulged when he heard that. He shook his head, his eyes pleading the girl to tell him that she was kidding him. The girl nodded, confirming his fears.
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eh v weird leh how come dun have two finger spacing...if u guys wan moremoremore, dun hesitate to express ur opinion! Oh yes, when I saw the tags, I was thinking, "Hmm, who never post the name arh?" and did not expect is me!!!SO SORRY ><
sharon xD
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