Thread: A Wizards Screwup. <Angelicxdream+Draith>

Audrey was indeed trembling in her bones. And unlike everyone else who had evacuated town, she couldn't seem to move her legs. She was too scared. She didn't know what was going to happen to her which was the most frightening of all. She was locked up in her home, she stared at the monster through the window, knowing he could just wipe it away with his strength, and leave her standing there. She rubbed her arms, she had gotten goosebumps from the cool wind that seeped in from the outside. Not to mention she was absolutely terrified. She had bright blue eyes and dark brown hair that brushed upon her shoulders, curling up on the sides. It was wavy and slightly messy now that the wind had got to it. She didn't have much time to observe because through the door, he had barged inside, the lock bursting from his physical strength, grabbing her suddenly as if he knew exactly where she would be. She fought against his strength, trying to grab something to hit him over the head with. But, she was getting bruised just attempting to get out the door. Sighing, she opted for yelling. And then, she realized, no one was there. Outside, it was like a dark, open, barren field. In the morning, before the demon had been unleashed, flowers had been blossoming, birds had been chirping, she was looking forward to the warm days that spring would surely bring. She wasn't prepared for death. She was a modest woman. She had just moved out from her parent's home, and had started a life in her quaint house. It had three bedrooms, two bathrooms, a living room, a kitchen, everything she needed to get started in life. She followed after her parents, who were dead now, taking over their farm and their land. She had been much too busy to be caught up in a relationship with a man. She had never been intimate with anyone. She had just been taking over the family business, which was farming, and exporting goods to the local market to be sold. It was a comfortable living, if not physically challenging but she had been so used to it, brought up as a child, learning to farm that she enjoyed it, enjoyed the feeling of dirt on her hands, getting dirty. Her clothes that she had picked out this morning were getting dirty. She had worn a white blouse with an ivory pencil skirt with black flats adorning her feet. She looked up at the monster and winced. Where was he taking her? She had been caught up in her thoughts she hadn't realized he was taking her away from the massacre, the massive killing that had just happened. Struggling against his hold, she whispered, fright seeping into her body, trembling with fear, Where are you taking me?! Let me go! She realized if she even managed to get his arm around her torso, he might drop her. On the street. Where it will probably leave a bruise. But then she could limp back to her village. Her home wasn't completely destroyed. She stopped yelling. She laid limp, where he held her smaller body compared to his, watching ahead, wondering where he was taking her. Did he have a home somewhere? And how far was it to trek back into town? She would make the walk back, and then from her home, she would walk, travel to another town to set up her home. It would be too predictable, he would find her rather quickly if she just went back to her house. Oh, look! She saw on the horizon, guards with reinforcements. She managed to smile, a ray of hope shining through her eyes. But, then it vanished. She doubt they could hold him off. There was a group of them, but.. it might just distract him for a few minutes before they continued on the path he was going at.