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C/B- Night Two- Twins (Sub-Chapter One)
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 Created on 3-6-08
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Night Two- Twins
Gabriella could only look at the figure who she believed wasn’t Gabrielle. She hadn’t said a single word after because this time, she wasn’t going to lose in the game. Cecile’s throat was beneath her hands and it was believable for a moment that nothing could stop her from ending the pain. The figure of Gabrielle only struggled for a bit before collapsing slowly out of breath; his hands fell by his sides still quivering. But still, Gabriella didn’t stop holding on and squeezing; she wanted to make sure that Cecile was gone.
“Gabriella...” said a voice that chilled across the thin air. Gabriella slowly withdrew her pressure from Gabrielle’s throat.
“The time is not now…” the voice spoke again; and by then, Gabriella had loosened her entire grip off of her now nearly strangled brother. She could only then realize that she had nearly killed her twin brother; Cecile had been standing merely four feet away from where Gabriella knelt.
“Come along and let us finish the ritual…” spoke the uneasy Cecile; their friend began to advance toward the despairing Gabriella and the unconscious Gabrielle. Gabriella could only look at her bloodstained hands as she shook fearfully slowly observing Cecile approach her.
“The Ritual…” Gabriella slowly repeated to herself…
Gabrielle had been unconscious and memories of the previous night had been screaming in his thoughts; then he had to remember…
“Where was Gabriella?” he thought quickly. Gabrielle attempted to lift himself from the dusty floor but found that his body was quickly exhausted as he got up; mostly the rim of his neck was unresponsive. However, laboring through will, he managed to sit up straight before realizing that Gabriella was no where in sight. But he heard a click at the doorway as he slowly positioned himself straight upward to stand.
Slowly enough but eventually, Gabrielle managed to reimburse his strength from more movement as he began to realize that the click from the door must have meant that someone had either left the room, or someone had entered; Gabrielle’s first priority was to find Camera Obscura. Luckily, it still sat on the floor nearby him with a radio; a radio that had a crystallized imprint on its center with a sort of energy flowing throughout its translucent batteries.
Gabrielle only approached the radio slowly with uneasiness but he noticed a letter which the radio sat upon; several notes by the looks of it and a diary that had the same flower as the black bag that Gabriella had stumbled upon on the way to the town. Gabrielle could only slump back on the floor as he began to observe the contents of the papers after he slid the sheets out from underneath the radio. Beginning with the diary, he slowly unfolded the seal that held the pages together…
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10/14/98
There are so many things strange about this town and I struggle and pray everyday that one day you will get me out of here… It’s so scary without you…
I’ve stayed in the same room now for several days now, not coming out because of what might be out there; I dread the thought of leaving the haven of this room since every night when I gaze out of the window hoping that you are there, I only see ghastly looking people walking the streets; they’re all ill-looking and it’s painful to not see you anywhere there…
Please come soon…
10/22/98
I have lost my hope in you now since it has been what I believe to be a very long time. Each night, I suffer the agony of rest and there’s nothing more to do than stay here; I see spirits more aggravated up and down the streets now and fighting never ceases to stop outside; it isn’t the kind where shouting is heard but instead, the words come in hushed and harsh tones that reach the depths of my heart fearfully…
It’s impossible now…What can I do now but sit here and survive on rats and leather? I’m going to die here now…So very soon… You broke your promise Brian…
10/23/98
I still don’t have the will to leave the comfort of this room still; the spirits are looking more and more vulgar as the days go on; ghastly mostly. Most still carry the scars that they’ve had since sometime now and I question myself what I am to do now…
Wait…I think I heard someone downstairs… There hasn’t been a spirit in this house for a very long time…
10/24/98
I’ve still been afraid of what is going on downstairs now but all I know is that the thumping on the floorboards haven’t ceased downstairs yet. As I hear something solid move across the ground, I realize that something alive is down there… Probably… But spirits are sometimes known to trick the human mind…Maybe I should go down there…
I will hold on for maybe a few more days……
10/25/98
As the sounds of the night become more and more rough as if someone was searching the house, I find myself quivering more and more. The feeling is something I can’t just shake off as I have stayed in the same place for what seems to like several weeks now. I dare not make sound while that thumping continues but maybe it might be beneficial for me to go and look.
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Never… It’s too risky…
Wait… I hear something approaching my room…
Something opened the door… I hear cracks from the ground squeaking…
It’s approaching my way although I can’t see it yet…
I want to get up…But I won’t…
The sounds get closer…and closer to the doorway…
A hand reaches into the room… And I look…
…He came for me…
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Gabrielle didn’t have to think about what the journal meant; it all explained itself. However, on the sheet of paper that remained, he saw that it had the same writing as the Camera Obscura writer. But before he got the chance to observer the sheet of paper, a voice chilled…
“The darkness…It grows...The dead are restless and want…them…Not me….I think…”
The voice startled Gabrielle but he only realized that the crystal that was sitting still on the radio was emitting a bright yellow color from its core. The crystal finally faded however, when the voice ended its words.
Gabrielle had now finally realized that this mystery wasn’t anything more to be trifled with; he had to find Gabriella now and get out of the town. He quickly picked up the radio and slipped it into the black bag that Gabriella had apparently forgotten; he held onto Camera Obscura and dropped the sheets of paper on the ground while rushing quickly out of the room towards the hallway…
Gabriella had been outside of the Osaka house for quite some time when she realized that her leg began to throb again; she had been rushing herself for quite a long time. At the same time however, her mind began to throb also with some sort of unstable memory that flashed constantly in scenes from different views. She could only clutch her head and sink to the ground until she noticed that there was a reddish colored butterfly on the ground; rather the color of crimson than red. It only stayed in the same spot with its wings fluttering up and down; and by then, the images had stopped bouncing in her mind. She could finally concentrate but by seeing the crimson butterfly, she saw several more appear in the distance on her left.
Gabriella pulled together her consciousness together and began slowly pacing herself towards the direction of the butterflies that lit a very small crimson colored path in the air, which pierced the dark gray coloring of the town. Strangely enough, everything seemed to show in gray and crimson was the only color that shown out of the ordinary.
But whether or not that was important, Gabriella still staggered her way towards the direction of the leading butterflies. Memories of her childhood flashed before her and she realized that after several minutes, they were at the center of Illysia Grounds where the large statue of two robbed people stood. The grayness hid the oldness of the statues but Gabriella could easily tell that many parts of the statue were deceasing.
Gabriella stopped only for a moment before recalling that the butterflies were leading her; she snapped back to her senses and began to follow the dimly lit pathway.
A right was taken from the center point of the town and Gabriella was disappointed to not have gotten the chance to cross over passed Cecile and Cecelia’s home. Even with the bizarre experiences, Gabriella still wanted to see the house; somehow, it meant something to her. But she could only shake her head in disappointed as the butterflies began to lead her toward the direction of a large gate…
Gabriella could only remember one thing about that gate when she visited Illysia Grounds 11 years before: that gate lead to the home of the mayor of the entire town. Although she didn’t recognize the imprinted symbols that were printed on the rim of the gate, she realized that the butterflies had stopped in place on front of the gate; it seemed as if the souls of the insects pushed her to pass by the gate.
Perplexed by the dreary feeling, Gabriella could only lean forward toward what the butterflies were leading her for. Dangerous or not, she followed as if she could trust them for some strange reason; they seemed to be harmless in her soul.
Gripping the end of the board, Gabriella pulled the giant wood block out that had been barring the handles of the doorway. With a large amount of effort despite her partial crippled condition, she managed to bring apart the barred doors from their ancient stillness position. The big barring board fell over on the ground with a huge thud as Gabriella managed to separate the doors apart from their enclosed position.
The butterflies still didn’t budge but Gabriella could feel that they were urging her to move on forward; the stillness of the grayness around her pressured. The gap between the gate doors now were about a foot wide apart and enough space was presented so that Gabriella could easily squeeze through; the blackness however, on the other side of the gate was consuming yet she still pressed onward. No fear took place in her mind as she realized that more crimson butterflies began to create a path of light through the darkness; however, that view began to fade…
“Gabriella!” she heard. The darkness across her eyes began to lift its shroud as she heard the familiar voice; the crimson butterflies as well, were vainly vanishing away from her sight and a large old bridge was beginning to become pixilated. As her vision was clearing up into reality, she turned her head to find Gabrielle several meters from where the gate was. He called again this time trying to get her attention.
“Gabriella!” he yelled. But with a strange sense of belonging, Gabriella only turned her head away from Gabrielle and continued heading toward the beginning of the bridge while her vision was slowly regaining color. Gabrielle could only chase after her as he realized that Gabriella had a tear in her eyes as she turned and neglected him away.
Gabriella however only continued to keep her back away and stepped slowly across the bridge while Gabrielle chased after her calling out her name. But as Gabrielle approached the gate, the gate slowly began shifting slowly inward. Gabriella didn’t notice anything except for the creaking of the gate and the loud thud as it closed shut. As far as she was concerned, the house that she saw standing on front of her was what was most important right now.
But on Gabrielle’s side, what mattered most in his mind at that moment were the villager spirits carrying torches, spears, and weapons that surrounded him; the spirits had locked the gate and were slowly closing upon Gabrielle’s position in the center of the slightly narrow roadway…
Author's Comments: I have little to say as I have written most of the few next chapters but it takes a great deal of time to post these up... I'm hoping for ratings and comments but I'll post up another one whenever I feel...
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