Fanon:Spectral: Part Two
| Spectral: Part 2 | |
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| Name | Spectral: Part 2 |
| Genre | Horror/Romance |
| Created by | Madi23 20:57, September 13, 2011 (UTC) |
| Rating | Teen |
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| Status | Under Construction |
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| Preceded by: | Spectral |
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Note ~
These are the next chapters of Spectral after 1 - 8 readable on this page. I will begin this page on chapter 9 :)
- Chapter 9 - Awake, is finally finished! Read it and weep, my friends ;)
Characters
- Embry 'Bry' Alder (Protagonist, Narrator)
- Adrienne 'Dri' Levine
- Royce 'Roy' Vale
- Henry Alder
- Catharine Martinez
- Nicholas 'Nick' Brooks
- Jonathon 'Jon' Blake
- Dr Hilroy
- Ophelia Nigmos
- Who knows, maybe some other RELATED *hint* sims will show up...perhaps someone close to Ophelia? The endless twists in this story have yet to come.. :)
Chapter IX - Awake
“Embry!”
My eyes open lazily. I blink but someone’s jabbing me in the side.
“Wake up!”
Adrienne’s voice. My vision focuses. I force my mind to concentrate and not drift back into unconsciousness.
I push myself up. I feel dampness between my fingers and recoil from the ground and shake my arm, which is soaked. I look around frantically. I can hardly see her, only the blazing beam from her cell phone.
“What the hell!” I exclaim, standing upright. Adrienne gazes at me, eyes wide.
“What happened?”
“I don’t know! Where the hell are we?!”
Adrienne locks her fingers behind her head, weaving them through her knotted hair. She exhales slowly. “Gilded Hills,”
It’s the first time I’ve heard her call it by its actual name. She turns and we stare at each other. Even her eyes are afraid.
It is pitch black out. Crickets drone in the distance, and the scent of moss and woodsmoke is heavy in the air.
“Dri…”
“I – we – let’s go.”
I nod.
Shivering and rubbing my elbows, I follow the light of her phone illuminating headstones and the worn, overgrown paths. We’re far beyond the pretty face for tourists. This is the hidden boneyard.
That’s a bit of an overstatement. Adrienne says she woke up lying across a flat gravestone, while I had been sprawled over a grave. We walk silently through the quiet lot.
“The grass was black all around you,” She shudders. “Like it was charred. Before I saw you, I thought I was dreaming. I was literally clutching the tombstone, my fingernails digging into the ground around it.”
She looks sickly. Her pallor is practically transparent, her face hollow and her dark eyes sunken. I realize this is one of few moments where I have seen Adrienne completely terrified, the first being the fire…
“I…thought you were dead, Bry. You looked so pale, I can’t…I wouldn’t have seen you if it weren’t for this distant light I saw…You were nearly fifty feet away from me…I had to drag you off the burnt grass…”
Suddenly, I’m overcome with a sense of emptiness. Adrienne screams and I feel my body strike the ground.
“A…dri…enne…” I hear, as though over some great distance, my own voice.
Bright white light burns my eyes: and then, powerful darkness.
In the dim light, I make out stone arches stretching dozens of feet over my head. Candlelight flickers in a single corner, where I see a young woman’s back turned to me.
She turns around, grinning at me over her shoulder. Long blond hair cascades down her back, contrasting against her dark skin. She holds a matchbook. Her hands are shaking, but her voice is steady and calm.
“Embry. I thought I might see you.”
“Ophelia.” I say, staring into her green eyes.
“Run, Embry.”
“BRY!”
I snap awake. My head spins and thoughts and sights and sounds can’t connect in my mind for a few moments. Adrienne is hysterical. I hear her voice, sobbing in my ear. Bright red, like flames, spatters over my vision, and my confusion blasts through my head, like a numb headache.
“Dri…” I mumble, blinking over and over, trying to see, but something is stinging my eyes and I squeeze them shut, trying to expel the dryness. My arms aches, my shoulder being pulled at. My body is being drug across the wet grass.
I taste smoke.
“Bry! Bry!” Adrienne is coughing and gasping, shaking me profusely. “Help!” I hear her scream. “Gilded Hills Cemetery! Fire! Hurry!”
A cell phone beeps as someone disconnects a call.
“Bry!”
My eyes roll back.
Flames.
“Bry! We have to run!”
Flames are dancing across my eyelids.
A single earth-shattering, bone crushing CRACK! explodes throughout the universe. Bits of sand brush my eyelashes.