Adèle Varens (adele_varens) wrote in spinningcompass, @ 2019-02-04 00:11:00 |
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Entry tags: | ~adele varens, ~john wick |
Who? Adele & Open
Where? Someone's apartment.
When? Sunday night
What? A surprise guest.
Open? Yes
The smell of smoke. Crackling. Someone running overhead. A long corridor and a dark figure. Smoke. Cracked glass. A reflection that was not her own. Screaming. The moon dancing over the moors. Shrieking, a woman with black hair, a woman with claws, scratches along the wallpaper. Smoke. Flames. Get out! Get out! Run, Adele, get out of here! Now!
Panting and choking against the thick clouds of smoke, Adele ran. The jerky movement of her legs made her kick her covers off, and she sat bolt upright and screamed. She clapped her hands over her mouth to silence the end of it as she realised that it was not real, not anymore. It was just a dream. Her heart was hammering away in her little chest, and her white nightgown stuck to her back with sweat.
Adele sat quite still for a moment, focusing on catching her breath and waiting for her heart rate to settle back to normal. After a moment, she looked around, peering into the darkness to check she had not woken any of the other girls with her scream, or that the housemistress hadn't appeared. But she was to find something much worse than a disturbed child or angry teacher... there was no one there. Not even empty beds, but no beds at all, and she seemed to be sitting on an unfamiliar sofa, in an unfamiliar room...
And someone was coming.