Ru's New Rolls
Howl (1); Boots (11); Cait (4).
Unknown, Dark Area — Consul's Location
The bloody thirsty creatures managed to creep up onto Consul and a couple even burrowed into her skin, sucking at her blood like leaches in the Amazon as she thought of ways to word the answer. To many the riddle was quite simple, but it was too simple. Could the result truly be as clear as the tip of their nose? No, riddles were meant to be confusing, complex, and baffle, but not in the case of this poem written before her. This girl clearly knew better and answered quickly than expected, causing the crawlers to squirm away and seemingly disappear, at least for the moment, though they did manage to get a few cuts on the girl’s legs and took a bit of blood before leaving completely.
An old, busted, and rusty door creaked open, revealing the dim, green glow of the hallway outside of the room she had been briefly held captive in. The light cascaded through, creating a blurred line on her feet, while the rest of her was still in shadow. A dark image flashed across the gap, though too unclear to the naked eye what it may be as its stomped fell into the distance through faint echoes until silence crept back into her vicinity.
“Run up stairs… stay on the shadow’s edge. You’ll be safe there,” came a soft whisper, whisking its way through Consul’s ear; a silent secret the dead wished they had known before they met their end.
The Main Building
Howl snapped his head back only to face an unsuspected neighbor: Noah. After turning his body away from the door to 3011 he decided to make a gruff response, as he felt the answer to his question should have been obvious. When was there ever noise in this complex? When someone died or a ghost decided to bug people, otherwise it was quiet as the grave here, so why even ask anymore? “I’m havin’ a meetin’ in the morning to stop this shit. If you’re in, then show up in the lounge tomorrow,” came the groggy demand; he could give two shits if anyone actually showed up, honestly. If their death wish lay within these haunted grounds, then so be it. He shot his glare over a shoulder towards Bridget, indicating he meant her as well, then also to Apollo, who just decided to come into the picture and attempt to shed some humor.
This man did not see the humor in the situation.
Just as he was stepping past the two men and towards the room across the way he noticed its resident was already out and knocking on Cait’s door, which he found odd. Never had he seen those two speak to each other before, so why now? Howl was not one to pry, so he pushed the thought away and walked towards him, repeating the same snarl of a invitation he gave to the others, then proceeded to head to Boots and Hanna, where he would say it again, but his thoughts were interrupted by what he could only assume was Katie.
Please, save her…
Came the faint voice seemingly from nowhere that was only heard by Howl, Boots, and somehow Anselm. Howl immediately looked behind him, then back inside his own room where he saw Boots expressing the same confusion, darting her head about like a deer lost in traffic. The request was so vague, yet held immense meaning coming from the desperate dead. Instinctively he assumed it meant she must be in danger, thus he entered his domain, shut the door, and knelt by Boots’s side. If only it was the right “her.”
Somehow only two residents — Bridget and Joseph — of Mythos Complex were able to here the stomping of the creature making its way up the stairs from the depths of the first floor until it managed to stagger onto the third. Keeping to the shadows made the monster’s form unclear, except for its glowing yellow eyes contrasting against the darkness it traveled though. Once it reached the highest area its steps were audible to all.
Howl’s response was to wrap his arms around both girls in his room then returned to his feet. Protectively he began to step forward, ready to take down the beast if necessary while Boots kept her face close to the floor with a mixture of fear and embarrassment.
However, he was still wrong.
The shadow creature shrunk onto the floor, keeping to the areas of black, and crept towards the group in the hallway. A pearly white grin barred with fangs appeared beneath its ghastly eyes as they fell upon the innocent Elizabeth amongst the men, blocking his view of the other woman. Women were too tempting for its taste buds to go ignored, at least one should suffice. She was not the mission, oh, how he had mistakenly headed deeper into the hallway than necessary, but the master did not say breakfast was not on the menu; the master expressed little words. So long as the mission was kept… the mission would be kept.
He leapt forward and, with little care to whether the child or others saw, began to rip the woman apart with its sharp claws and eager dagger-like teeth, consuming the sustenance greedily as the blood dripped carelessly out of its mouth. Within a matter of seconds Elizabeth Longwhell had went from handing a child cocoa and asking her neighbors what was gong on, to becoming the meal of a starving, demonic creature from the depths below. Barely enough was left of her when it stopped consuming to even identify her remains. Though, somehow, the kill was clean enough to only stain the floor and not the clothes of the people around them.
Goldenrod orbs glanced up at the group, the bloody grin still etched onto its dark mug, but men weren’t on the menu and through them it could not see delicious Bridget. It exited the hallway the same way it came, edging along the shadows away from the humans the best he could.
Cait, unaware of the massacre occurring let alone anything going on in the hall, finally mustered up the courage to leave her corner and approach the door, especially once Joseph spoke up. At least one of her neighbors managed to hear her and he did seem concerned, but was he really? Or was he hoping for a blowjob like the rest of the men who ran into her? A sigh seeped out of her plump lips as she took careful steps closer.
Slowly, cautiously, she opened the door and poked her head out to look up at Joseph. “I…” she stammered, glancing into his eyes, then down at the floor. “I’m sorry,” Cait spoke up in a deep, Scottish accent with furrowed brows. “I…” but before anymore words could be uttered her jaw dropped and her eyes widened so large they threatened to bulge out of her own face at the sight she saw behind him as the same creature with blood dripping from its shadowed lips rose up in a threatening fashion.
She let out another scream and attempted to run back into her room, but it grabbed onto her ankles and dragged her down the stairs with her nails digging into the wooden floorboards. Cait continued to let out a blood curdling scream until it finally managed to drag her down onto the first floor, then the complex returned to silence.
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