A worm from a bird.

May 16, 2007 04:32

Tap Tap Tap goes the window. The pane rattles, my head splits open and all my peaceful thoughts pour out across the room.

There are no trees this high; no limbs to beat against the glass. What could have disturbed me? It could be the sandstorm. It has been raging on for 177 hours now.

The sky is brown. The air is made of dirt. This city has ground to a halt. People are dying.

This has nothing to do with sand. It is something more sinister. Their ritual was a success; what was their offering? They now have their sand. And Dargaus will have his revenge.

He is tapping at the window. Calling out to me. Daring me to stir, to make a sound. I can't let him take me.

I have no more blood. It has all drained out. Racing down the pipes; spidering through the building. This will be my new hell. He is coming for me, and I can't stop him. I did the only thing I could do.

I put an end to it.

If only I could be here, to see his face; when he finds me... dead.

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