|Deviant Login||Shop||Join deviantART for FREE||Take the Tour|
The Unknown ch. 7It was about midnight, the rain had turned into a mighty thunderstorm. Ivoire tossed and turned as nightmares haunted her sleep. Abrille sat against the wall, notebook in lap, writing a song. Everyone else was asleep, even the nurses.
Outside in the garden, trees moaned as the wind forced them to bend. The ground was wet and muddy, animals hid in their dens, and Annje was alone. She was hidden in the trunk of a tree. It was a huge tree and wouldn't bend against the wind, the inside of it was hollow. Annje was curled up ina tight ball, her clothes drenched, her hair matted, and her face stained with tears.
At the gravesite, where Saemi was buried, the mud ran thick, fast and dangerous. The mud splurged up at one spot and seemed to rise. A strike of lightning revealed a burned hand, clawing at the surface.
"No!" Ivoire gasped as she heard the news from Abrille. Saemi's body had been stolen last night.Annje isn't going to like this... Ivoire frette
The Unknown - Chapter 5What happened to you Annje?! The captain exclaimed as she saw the burns covering Annjes skin and the blood soaking the bottom half of her waist.
The usual, burning oil warehouse. Annje shrugged then winced. We got the girl you wanted.
Forget the girl! Go to the infirmary, now!! The captain came out from behind her desk.
Its nothing worse than usual, Captain. Annje rolled her eyes.
Infirmary! Thats an order!! The captain pointed to the door and Annje sighed.
All right, all right... Annje trudged to the door, wincing the whole time.
Ivoire, make sure she goes to the infirmary and no where else.
Alright. Come on, shorty. Ivoire smiled and opened the door for Annje. Ivoire patted Annje on the back and Annje cried out in pain. Oops.. My bad.
Attendants that passed the duo as the walked to the infirmary shrugged and kept out of the way.
The Unknown - Chapter 4Why do you get to drive? Annje complained. The duo were traveling at high speed down the highway, tracking the criminal.
Cause youre short. Ivoire smiled and turned a corner, tires squealing.
Hmph! Annje glowered at Ivoire. She looked at the tracker and found to their excitement that the criminal had stopped by an abandoned building.
Shes stopped at the old oil storage warehouse, well stop here and get her from behind. Annje ordered, tying up her hair and checking her weapons.
Ivoire rolled her eyes and the car skidded to a stop. Youre mean, shorty.
Tell me something I dont know. Annje chuckled and practically jumped out of the car. Ivoire followed her as she sidled closer to the back door.
BITCHES REPRESENTING Ivoire screamed as she broke the door down.
You have no clue what stealth is, do you? Annje sighed shaking her head.
Nope! Ivoire chuckled as
Keep in Touch!