| | AWAKE ||
This was a storm that woke the dead. The sea was at war with the sky, the Lightning striking bolts down at the sea and sea sending dark curved waves in an attempt to strike the sky.
The no mans land between the storm and sky there was a cemetery.
Alda O’Fare’s cemetery to be exact, where a black granite statue stood in its centre of the peaceful knight with her sword raised to the sky and shield to the gravel below.
The Lightning strike that struck next woke her. It woke the girl in the unmarked grave. A white, yellow spotted Python glided over the dirt, and impossibly, yet clearly possible she glided through the dirt until she was six feet below, and came upon the coffin. Like the dirt, the Python slipped through the timber and fell onto the girl.
With a simple hiss, and flicker of her tongue the Python woke the girl up.
Yet the girl only found her feet when she was above ground.
Dirt and filth and had become another layer of skin for her, and her fingers nails were black as the hair slicked to her neck. Mud caked her beautiful blue dress now no more than a series of faded blue tattered, shredded rags falling to her knees.
"April…” The salt-scented wind whispered. She squinted her glowing blue eyes and raised an arm to fend off the slanted rain and whip-like wind.
April looked to where the voice might have come from, and found a girl instead. She was but a spectre, consisting of a transparent blue mist with the same glowing blue eyes as April. She even wore the same dress, too.
The spectre extended a ghostly hand and motioned for her to follow before turning and running further into the cemetery and storm, melting into a quickly moving cloud of mist.
April chased after the spectre, her bare feet sinking into the mud as she tripped over roots and the carpet of rotting leaves littering the pavement walkways twisting about the lawns and amongst the tombstones.
The girl would form into a girl for but a moment whilst she waited to make sure April was still following, before melting into a ball of mist darting away.642Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡvCeA7NNKUU
April did her best to follow, stumbling out the open, rattling gates and into the road which had turned into a shallow river bed awash with filth, random furniture and junk and shrubbery uprooted from the storm. April waded into the waters, surging forward to where the ghostly girl stood at the exposed second floor of a house across the flooded road.
Halfway across, the wind began to pick up. Suddenly, objects of every shape and size were being flung about, the winds so harsh that April clung to a metal pipe breaking the surface.
Her only warning of the billboard coming her way was the shout of the stranger from same house as the ghost.
“Hey, look out!” He called best he could over the howl of the wind.
It was too late. The billboard crushed her the same way a car would crush a bug.
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