Snippet #2064831

Grayson Mitchell
Room 310

The apartment was rather bare, with random magazine cutouts on the walls and a tiny TV on the floor. Grayson turned and found the shorter Asian girl closing her door and facing him with an odd, confused expression bending a frown into her face. He sighed and put a hand to his forehead. "Sorry...I just get nervous when concerning...storms..."

He turned about, for no real reason, then let out an anxious laugh. "So, I'm Grayson. And you're...my neighbor..." Again he laughed. "Your name being...?"


Miranda Choi
Room 310

"Miranda," she answered quickly, wanting to keep him talking since he was so nervous. "I've seen you around. You work at the library."

She was going to keep going, not liking the storm anymore than he did, but he certainly wasn't going to help her calm down. Making sure her sleeves were definitely covering her arms, she opened her mouth to speak. Then she cried out, pointing to Grayson's stomach. "You're...glowing!"

"I'm sorry...uh...what?"

Miranda gestured to his middle again and he glanced down, letting out a yelp and jumping back, as if they would help. "What the...how did...What's going on?"

Not having a clue, the Asian girl stared in horror, the purple light intensifying to engulf him in its glow. "Grayson..." she breathed, not knowing what she was going to say. As quick as the odd young man had arrived, he vanished right before her eyes.

The first thing that popped in her head was that she had finally snapped.

But then she noticed another light, purple again and emitting the light from her ankle. The anklet! Beginning to whimper slightly, she fell to her knees, trying to find the clasp and rip the thing off, but her fingers were stumbling and as a crack of lightning lit up the room, thunder shaking the floorboards enough to startle her to fall backwards against the apartment door, she vanished along with him, as if she had never been there.