|Audrey "Aud" Carpenter (shyviolet) wrote in repose,|
@ 2020-05-17 21:39:00
|Entry tags:||*log, audrey carpenter, holly nicodemo-webster|
Log: Holly NW and Audrey C
Who: Holly and Audrey.
What: Holly finds Audrey on a night drive.
Where: The roads toward Repose.
When: TBA, it ends when it ends.
Rating: None, maybe some creepiness and languge.
The road was empty and bathed in black. The only reprieve from the darkness were the lamplights overhead, halos against the asphalt. It was a quiet night, too. It was warm, but not quite enough that the crickets would stay out and sing. The birds had long since gone to sleep, the owls found respite upon the trees. They were waiting. Ever patient. The fields beside the roads were wide, stretching on, and the grass had grown quite high this year, a swaying sea of green. So maybe it was a lie to say that the night was quiet; for the tall grass rustled and whispered, it murmured through the still air.
The field shouldn’t sway as it did. No, not when the wind had taken the day to hide away and play elsewhere. Stalks swayed to and fro, bending and weaving to something unseen by the stars, and the halos of lamp light could not reach them to shine truth upon their susurration.
Bending and bowing, bending and bowing, the sound grew louder now. So much so that the silent field mice now terrorized by the noise darted to the line of trees to their doom, where hungry owls waited knowingly, hungrily, waiting to shred and feast. No one else could hear the groaning of the earth, and no one saw what crawled up from dirt and mud with desperate hands and whimpering. No, not even the stars which now hid their gaze behind the clouds or the owls that now swooped down to prey on little lives, tiny screams lost to the trees.
The figure was small, matted by clay, by mud, by blood. Bruises blossomed and cuts lacerated, hidden half sick by shadow. There was no proper light to shine on the hands fumbling in the dark, hands whose nails were caked in dirt and dried blood. It stumbled blindly toward the road, stepping out and breathing deep though soil caked its face, and the figure didn’t move even as twin lights came roaring down casting out the dark.