Night 51: Recreational Field

[notstealing]

[From here.]

When Locke opened the door, he was greeted by a rush of fresh air-something entirely unexpected, on his part. It was too easy, wasn't it? When he looked around, all he saw was a field, a shed, and walls that blocked him from being home free. Lucky me, he thought to himself, as he looked around the surroundings. So far, he'd managed to

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[notstealing]

The moment he reached the top and about to jump off to the side, Locke looked around; something was off, but before he could do anything in response, a sudden weight pulled him back to the ground, causing him to fall hard on his arm on impact, with a harsh 'THUD.' Grimacing and biting his lower lip as if that would help to ease the pain (it didn't, but it was a nice try), Locke groaned and quickly pulled his leg towards him and sat upright, inching further away from the wall, wary of the possibilities.

He raised his good arm almost instinctively as if to shield himself from any sudden movement, keeping a watchful eye out. But the night was dark, and the air, thick, like something suffocating, and Locke somehow knew it wasn't going to be that easy to get out of this mess. And that pain on his side-not the right timing at all, he figured. But then again, luck really hasn't been on his side today, and something like this was expected.

To anyone else possibly around the area, all Locke could offer was a wary, so very wary, heads up if they didn't hear him fall earlier. Perhaps audible to some, perhaps not so audible to others. "Uh... guys?"

Well. Sort of like a heads up. No one said he had to be specific.

[deathrattling]

The black tendrils wrapped around his legs vanished the moment he hit the ground, as if sucked back into the crawling vines themselves. Silence reigned in the field in response to Locke's questioning warning --

Until something did respond. A guttural noise, as if someone were trying to speak with a ruined throat, it came from behind him. As if the moon were suddenly hidden behind a thick depth of water, the light in the area wavered and grew uncertain at the same time.

Still, there was enough for someone sharp-sighted to see something moving to Locke's right, mostly hidden by the long black shadow cast by the wall.

[notstealing]

The truth was, as much as he kept repeating to himself about how this place wasn't creepy at all, it was pretty damn creepy. Outright scary, like something out of a nightmare. And the worst part was, he felt vulnerable, like a child lost in the woods.

Though, not completely vulnerable. Although Locke didn't have his knife on him at the moment, he still had that flashlight of his that he had dropped during his fall, by his side. His hands moved to make a quick grab for it, and he stood up, taking a small step back.

But then, he stopped. Just as he let out a sharp breath, a voice came from behind him-if it could even be considered a voice. And there was something to the right that Locke had caught sight of from the corner of his eye. As soon as he could find an opening, he'd have to get out of here. Perhaps inside... well, that was the only other option available to him. Inside, or try and scale the walls that whatever it was that was out there had access to.

"What are you, shy?" he commented, keeping a close eye around his surroundings. Front, back, left and right-it could come from anywhere, right?

[deathrattling]

Locke was right: it could come from anywhere. But the movement by the wall stayed where it was until the light crossed it -- though it twitched and jerked now and again, it stayed in the same position.

As soon as light touched it, however, it writhed into something that vaguely approximated something humanoid and crawled, one arm over the other, over the grass. Without feature or light -- rather seeming to be a gathering of blackness that sucked the surrounding light in entirely -- it moved in a grotesquely rapid rhythm toward Locke.

The rattling concentrated; focused onto the shape and grew louder with each second.

[notstealing]

Ohhh that's creepy, Locke wasn't even going to deny it, or even say that he's seen worse things because while he has, he's not quite certain just exactly what he was seeing right now. Eyes widening, he broke off into a sprint, legs quickly carrying him over to the door he had come through just earlier.

Yeah, no, he didn't stand a chance as is against this thing right now-Locke always had good intuition for probability, and this just happened to be one of those situations where running away was probably just about his only option left. Reaching for the handle even before he could reach the door itself, he quickly twisted the knob and forced the door open, running through and shutting it behind him.

[Back to here, though not out of the woods yet if pursued idk feel free to do so or not?? ;A;]