The wind blew, whistling like a tea kettle. The noise was unsettling to Alazay as she crept down the dark hallway. The old house creaked mournfully even under her slight weight. Cobwebs dotted the corners of the crumbling walls. Alazay thought she saw the miniscule eyes of a spider watching her. She tiptoed down the stairs, every creak and wheeze sounding like explosions in the night.
"Wind, oh wind, why must you howl so?" she whispered. Her hand reached the front door knob. Suddenly she felt an icy hand upon her shoulder. She froze as a chilling shiver ran through her body.
"You can't leave" a voice whispered, but the hand released.
Alazay mustered up every ounce of courage she contained. She turned around slowly. Through the moonlight she could make out the pale face of a young boy. He was taller than she and quite skinny. She quessed he could not be more than 16 years old.
The boy spoke:
"I'm sorry if I scared you. You can't leave me here. Please, take me with you."
"I didn't know there were others; how did you get here?"
"Bad luck?"
"Alright, I don't have time for this...let's go."
She opened the door and they walked outside. The wind tore at her dress and once again she felt a shiver. She remembered when she had first been brought to this ghostly old house.
They had found her huddled in an alley way in the city. She had been making a small fire in a trash can and so hadn't seen them coming. They knew things about her, knew she had powers. She tried to fight them off when they attacked her but there had been too many. First she had been brought to a clinical testing center. The memories of that place were painful to remember. Then when they were finished she was sent off to this delapadated house, she supposed for "safe keeping".
"You okay? We'd better go, they might come looking for us" said the boy.
His words broke her trance. She shook her head.
"Yes, I'm fine. Come, I know where to go."
She knew of a cave where they could spend the night. From that cave, where they would go, she did not know. They crept through the dark woods, finally reaching the cave after about 3 hours. She knew there was an actual city somewhere south, maybe 3 miles...
"Wind, oh wind, why must you howl so?" she whispered. Her hand reached the front door knob. Suddenly she felt an icy hand upon her shoulder. She froze as a chilling shiver ran through her body.
"You can't leave" a voice whispered, but the hand released.
Alazay mustered up every ounce of courage she contained. She turned around slowly. Through the moonlight she could make out the pale face of a young boy. He was taller than she and quite skinny. She quessed he could not be more than 16 years old.
The boy spoke:
"I'm sorry if I scared you. You can't leave me here. Please, take me with you."
"I didn't know there were others; how did you get here?"
"Bad luck?"
"Alright, I don't have time for this...let's go."
She opened the door and they walked outside. The wind tore at her dress and once again she felt a shiver. She remembered when she had first been brought to this ghostly old house.
They had found her huddled in an alley way in the city. She had been making a small fire in a trash can and so hadn't seen them coming. They knew things about her, knew she had powers. She tried to fight them off when they attacked her but there had been too many. First she had been brought to a clinical testing center. The memories of that place were painful to remember. Then when they were finished she was sent off to this delapadated house, she supposed for "safe keeping".
"You okay? We'd better go, they might come looking for us" said the boy.
His words broke her trance. She shook her head.
"Yes, I'm fine. Come, I know where to go."
She knew of a cave where they could spend the night. From that cave, where they would go, she did not know. They crept through the dark woods, finally reaching the cave after about 3 hours. She knew there was an actual city somewhere south, maybe 3 miles...
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