[2nd Sem - Episode 2.05] "Searching"
The small group of survivors were frozen on the spot, terrified by what lay before them.
A bronze ring was set in the floor, four feet in diameter. In the center of it a pillar of light shimmered, a terrible mix of black and red and half a thousand other colors creating something that the mind reeled against; something that just wasn't right. And floating in that impossible light was a little girl, standing three feet off the ground in a simple shift of dark burlap. Her hair was long and dark and reached down to the backs of her knees. Open eyes looked back through the impossible light; blank eyes with no humanity in them.
"What the fuck is that!" Tucker shouted (as much as one can when you're whispering) leveling the combat shotgun they'd requisitioned earlier in the day.
"Whatever it is, it ain't right." Jessica replied, her closed fist holding the group in place.
"Can you feel my power?"
Her lips never moved, and while the voice had a youngish sound to it, there was a certain cold edge to it.
"Yes." Jessica stood quietly out of the crouch she'd been in, holstering her pistol. Why did I holster my gun? Yet even as she asked that of herself, she could hear the rest of her fire team lowering their weapons as well.
"You have disturbed me."
"We meant no offense, ma'am."
"Mmm." The girl lowered to the floor and the light receded from the room. Small footsteps drew her forward, empty eyes wide and unblinking. She regarded the group of them, turning in a small circle until her gaze fell on Tucker. Another step drew her up beside him. "Kneel."
He did, silently. Once at her level, she stepped forward and thrust her right hand into his hair, and kissed him, a silent but intent looking kiss that didn't fit her pre adolescent body. But her eyes never closed. Beneath his black gear, the little belly that Tucker had nurtured when he was in charge of mess and of camp security melted away. And then his cheeks went sallow as all the flesh dissolved from his bones. In thirty seconds, he'd gone from a slightly overweight, incredibly alive part of their team to a skeleton in tactical gear.
"Leave me now." She murmured and the team retreated from the building.
"Harris," Jessica ordered once they were outside, "seal this one back up and mark it cleared but unsafe. Now c'mon, let's get moving. We need to find what the hell happened to Tucker."
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Welcome to the Second Semester of "30 Days of Fic." Today's prompt was to write a story that used an imaginary colour.
For a full rundown on my Second Semester of 30 Days of Fic, please click here for future prompts and to find all the stories I've created.
A bronze ring was set in the floor, four feet in diameter. In the center of it a pillar of light shimmered, a terrible mix of black and red and half a thousand other colors creating something that the mind reeled against; something that just wasn't right. And floating in that impossible light was a little girl, standing three feet off the ground in a simple shift of dark burlap. Her hair was long and dark and reached down to the backs of her knees. Open eyes looked back through the impossible light; blank eyes with no humanity in them.
"What the fuck is that!" Tucker shouted (as much as one can when you're whispering) leveling the combat shotgun they'd requisitioned earlier in the day.
"Whatever it is, it ain't right." Jessica replied, her closed fist holding the group in place.
"Can you feel my power?"
Her lips never moved, and while the voice had a youngish sound to it, there was a certain cold edge to it.
"Yes." Jessica stood quietly out of the crouch she'd been in, holstering her pistol. Why did I holster my gun? Yet even as she asked that of herself, she could hear the rest of her fire team lowering their weapons as well.
"You have disturbed me."
"We meant no offense, ma'am."
"Mmm." The girl lowered to the floor and the light receded from the room. Small footsteps drew her forward, empty eyes wide and unblinking. She regarded the group of them, turning in a small circle until her gaze fell on Tucker. Another step drew her up beside him. "Kneel."
He did, silently. Once at her level, she stepped forward and thrust her right hand into his hair, and kissed him, a silent but intent looking kiss that didn't fit her pre adolescent body. But her eyes never closed. Beneath his black gear, the little belly that Tucker had nurtured when he was in charge of mess and of camp security melted away. And then his cheeks went sallow as all the flesh dissolved from his bones. In thirty seconds, he'd gone from a slightly overweight, incredibly alive part of their team to a skeleton in tactical gear.
"Leave me now." She murmured and the team retreated from the building.
"Harris," Jessica ordered once they were outside, "seal this one back up and mark it cleared but unsafe. Now c'mon, let's get moving. We need to find what the hell happened to Tucker."
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Welcome to the Second Semester of "30 Days of Fic." Today's prompt was to write a story that used an imaginary colour.
For a full rundown on my Second Semester of 30 Days of Fic, please click here for future prompts and to find all the stories I've created.