Re: Allison & Jeremy
Allison had been going through her stuff, trying to find places to put her stuff in her new college dorm. Luckily, she had her own. Well, okay, it wasn't really luck as it was power, influence, money and intimidation, the last coming from her father.
She sighed, trying to think of a good place to put her crossbow and scythe. She'd been trying to find a good place for them since she moved into the dorm which was weeks ago now. Sighing, she decided to just leave them on a chair inside her closet, which she left halfway open.
She took a seat on her bed and started to clean the crossbow, making sure the parts were well oiled, pulled taut, etc so that no mistakes or accidents would occur. Mistakes could end in her being dead.
Just as she was about to get up and put it back in the closet the floor started to shake. Books shook and tumbled off onto her floor near her feet. Her eyes wide, she saw in the very middle of the bed, with the bow gripped tightly in her hand as the scene around her changed.
Allison became increasing alarmed when the shaking finally stopped and so did the scene changing, there was a boy or young man, whatever, standing not far from her. Before he could blink, she flipped into the air and squat/stood behind the bed, the crossbow in her hands, pulled taut, a bolt ready to go. She only had to release and it would go flying into his heart. Her eyes were narrowed.