Briseis (spoil_of_war) wrote in forgotten_gods, @ 2010-05-08 03:17:00 |
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Current mood: | scared |
Entry tags: | achilles, briseis |
WHO: Briseis & Achilles
WHEN: Thursday, after the blackout
WHERE: Canal Street station
WHAT: Achilles is riding in on his white horse. (continued from Achilles' journal)
When the darkness had hit Briseis was waiting for a train with the rest of the people at the station, and she'd thought it was merely a regular blackout until she felt those horrible things crawling amongst them in the darkness, like creatures with sharp horrible teeth that snapped at her ankles and licked the exposed back of her neck.
She wasn't the only one shrieking and screaming, as everyone else on the station freaking out as well, though it was hard to think of them when there was hands sliding up her legs from somewhere deep underground. It was also hard to completely ignore them as they panicked though, and Briseis was thrown between people roughly, hitting the ground on her hands and knees and crying out. She crawled as quickly as she could to try and find a wall, hoping she wouldn't instead fall onto the tracks.
There were screams around her of terror and Briseis knew - knew - that the whispering weeping things right next to her ears wanted to hurt her, wanted to rip inside of her.
It seemed like hours before the light once again returned and she managed to stop her crying, the yowling darkness finally removing its fingernails from her flesh.
When she called Achilles it was with shaking hands and they talked for only a few moments - making plans for him to come to her - before the phone went dead and left her all alone. (Alone except for the dozens of other people there in the station who hadn't rushed out into the safer light of day already.)
Against the wall Briseis curled up, pressing her body to the wall with her arm across her head, shaking and nauseous, that darkness not fully leaving her even now.