THE 9TH DAY: A LEGACY OF RAGE Exceprt Four
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THE 9TH DAY
Posted on: 12/02/07
THE 9TH DAY: A LEGACY OF RAGE Exceprt Four
She gazed up from the beach at a huge three story, unfinished mansion; plastic blew from under the black tar paper that stuck to the ply board of the outer walls. Huge modern windows reflected the setting sun all red, yellow, orange and purples.She casually walked up the sandy hill and gazed up to the side of the house as it suddenly grew dark. She gazed back at the black storm clouds moving in over the setting sun, voices echoed like a cold winter wind over the sand. Unmoving dark shadows appeared and disappeared then reappeared and stood at the waters; watching and waiting, urging her forward.
Slowly turning and walking to the front, she gazed up at the huge entrance, stunning black marble steps before her, surrounded by dying white roses. At the top sand blew like a storm over a black marble deck that graced the front, in the middle, two large dark mahogany doors, surrounded by stunning etched glass windows. She glanced up to see a huge lead crystal chandler hanging through another show peace of a window above the doors.
Stepping slowly up the cold marble steps, she gazed down to notice she was barefoot; a confused look crossed her face. She slowly touched the long white nightgown that veiled her body, it was stunning and soft as it blew between her legs, but it wasn't hers.
Moving forward, she slowly climbed the steps, the marble so cold under her feet. She stopped at the doors and touched the brass door knockers that adorned the center of each huge door, before she could touch the handles, the doors slowly swung open.
Tessa stood froze for a moment as she gazed inside, another huge staircase before her, at the top it split to a landing and went two ways. Two huge windows that spanned to the third floor ceiling, above and around the two landings huge mahogany wooden pillars and rails.
She jumped and turned sharply around as the two doors slammed shut behind her, her heart racing against her chest. She gasped, not understanding how she got inside. The room temperature dropped, Her lips trembled as the chill cut threw her skin and her breath fogged from her lips.
Footsteps suddenly echoed into her ears and the sound of movement from up above startled her. She turned slowly and her eyes cautiously followed up at the steps. Two dark figures stepped out from the darkness and stood on the landings, unmoving against the dull light of the windows. The sound footsteps came as a dark figure slowly descended the staircase, she glanced sharply around as two figures now stood off in the shadows on each side of her.
Tessa gasped as the footsteps stopped on the stairs, her body trembled as he slowly stepped down again into the moonlight and stopped.
Tessa felt the scream, but couldn't. She wanted to run, but her legs wouldn't move. Tears dripped down to her cheeks as she began to shake her head no. He stood there and stared down at her in a distorted black hockey mask, his hands folded in front of him.
"I know you," she whimpered pitifully to him to terrified to move.
He said nothing as he stared down at her, her eyes locked on him as blood began to softly drip from under the mask and down his neck. "I am who I am," he moaned over and over, a ghostly whisper echoing through the house.
Tessa closed her eyes tightly and trembled. "Your dead, your dead. You not real. Your dead," she whimpered as a tear rolled down her cheek.
"Open your eyes," he whispered to her.
"No, you aren't real," she begged to afraid to see what was there.
A cold sticky hand softly touched her trembling cheek, she screamed as she opened her eyes and stared at the masked face before her. His blood trailed down her cheeks as his fingers slid gentally down. Frozen to his touch, locked in his cold stare as blood ran heavier and heavier from under the mask; soaking him.
"Wanna see what you have done to me, Precious?"
His voice cutting threw her soul as he grabbed her hair violently, yanking her forward into his blood soaked arms. His angry ice cold blue eyes staring at her threw the mask, she screamed as a bloody hand covered her mouth and pushed her head painfully back. She cried pitifully under his hand, tasting his blood. He grinned coldly as he tightened his grip around her; blood streaming down the white nightgown, as large puddle of blood began to form around them, getting deeper as she struggled against his unforgiving hold.
"I'm gonna touch you in places your mother couldn't find," he whispered to her; violently throwing her aside.
The blood began to boil and steam around her as she struggle to free herself from the deepening pool. Screaming in a hysterical breakdown as hands shot up from a lake of blood; grabbing her body, tearing at her flesh, pulling her down.
THE 9TH DAY
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