Story - Deceptive
Well, the Valentine's Day flowers are dying and the Chinese New Year hong baos are being spent. I bring fic!
I first mentioned Primoris in this post, which had the first study piece I wrote for him; he is a somewhat original role-play character for the Sandman fandom, being the first nightmare ever created. I enjoy playing him because I get to go inside characters' minds, pull out their deepest fears and manifest them. Then I torment them and feed off their fear. :D
Deception
Pause.
Turn, slowly, and look down the path behind you. Is it a drab, windowless, shadowy grey corridor, or an avenue of menacing trees in a dark forest? Or perhaps that familiar alleyway near school where the bullies lurked after lessons? Or all at once?
No matter. All you can hear is the pounding of your own heart, the squeak of your sneakers as you shift your footing. There is nothing moving behind you, nothing you can see or hear, and yet you know that there is a shapeless menace chasing you.
Turn back, see the corridor, the forest path, the alleyway stretching out before you with no end in sight. And suddenly, the hairs on the back of your neck prickle and a shiver runs down your spine. There is something behind you, some dark, something evil. And it is approaching. Fear grips your heart but you dare not look back. You take a few tentative steps forward, trying to be quiet.
Is that a footfall behind you? An intake of breath?
Run.
Forgetting stealth, you break into a run, feet pounding against the ground, onwards and onwards on a neverending path, an amorphous terror behind you, gaining on you, and you dare not look back. Run, until your heart gives out, and you never wake.
Run, run, as fast as you can, little mortal man. For I am waiting, at the end of your path.
~*~
Sivaroobini Kalaimani
3rd December 2009