Snippet #1409142

Anthony had found a black robe folded neatly on the sofa and had put it on. He had only awakened an hour or so before the door had opened. He was sitting on the bed, reading a book he had collected off one of the shelves. As the door opened, its ancient wood creaking harmlessly, Anthony jumped at the sound and looked up from his copy of "A Tale of Two Cities."

Upon seeing the girl, he was shocked. He was filled an urge to run very far away and as fast as his body would carry him, or perhaps freeze and pray she was similar to a t-rex and couldn't see him if he didn't move. He chose to hold still.

She looked everything like a teenager should. Straightened red hair, soft cheeks, even a dress that looked like it had been "punkified". But her eyes held something chilling. The were not the eyes of a child, but that of an adult. The seemed to be filled with a storm cloud of confusion, and he knew she wanted to say much more then her lack luster question of his status as a living being.

He bit his tongue in thought, a nervousness as he watched the girl enter the room. It was a fear he was not familiar with. A mere child had walked in but everything in his body screamed at him to run, as if he was being hunted.

That's because you are being hunted. The thought rang out clear in his mind and he knew he was trapped. If two bullets from a gun that wasn't his wouldn't but her down there was no way he could run, and at the same time he wasn't sure he wanted to. Her eyes were on him in a curious fashion that he hadn't seen in a long time. She was very curious about him, that much was certain, but he could not ascertain why.

He pulled his robe tighter about him and looked over her carefully.

"Who are you?... what are you?" Was all he managed to get out.