Ice Cold Touch Of Death
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Original - Misc › -FemSlash - Female/Female
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
2
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1,362
Reviews:
2
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This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance of characters to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. The Author holds exclusive rights to this work. Unauthorized duplication is prohibited.
Dreamer
Time: - Unknown
Date: - Unknown
Place: - Unknown
A teen no older than 18 with shoulder length, black hair with a red under layer and deep, leaf green eyes, found herself in a odd place. She stood still, looking confused in her simple white tank top and light blue shorts. No shoes which made her probable reach about 5/4. She held both her hands together as she looked in every direction for anyone who might be there. No one.
Her name was Victoria Daniels. She was a collage student who today, found herself in one of the strangest places she had ever been and she had no idea how, or why she was there. She had never seen this place before nor cared to be here. It looked like a ghost town of death. The buildings were destroyed, with ash blackening the ground and rust clinging onto the walls from beams and the bins that slowly rusted away at the side of the buildings. Little litter blew across the streets and that what did was either burnt or to blurry from ash and dirt that it was unreadable. The sky was dark and the only light came from the full moon that was trying to shine through the thick clouds, and making the scene in front of her visible. Victoria began to walk forwards, no sound but the wind to be heard. She looked at the buildings with fear slowly taking over.
“Hello?” Victoria asked as she looked round the dark, burnt and destroyed buildings that surrounded each side of her. “Hello? Is there anyone here?” she asked again but nothing.
A sound startled her from the side where, what was left of a dark ally, still remained. A set of white eyes stared back at her from the darkness. No body attached. They blinked at her before they closed and didn’t reopen and had seemed to have despaired. Victoria stepped back, not sure what to do. She readied herself for what was to come. A sudden noise made her tune in shock only to see a black bird she assumed was either a raven or a crow.
“Caw!” it cried as it looked at her with its beady black eyes and gave a small shuffle with its wings.
“Just a bird Vicky old girl,” she said to herself trying to calm herself down while backing away from the bird to a wall
“h_ co_in_,” a quiet yet rough voice echoed. It was like a bad recording that glitched throughout the words that the voice was saying.
“That didn’t sound like any bird,” Victoria said to herself with a gulp as she looked around wide eyed. “W…What?” she asked aloud, getting more and more scared. “Who are you?”
“_s _min_,” the voice tried again, sounding slightly louder but still, it was just an echo. An echo that seemed to come from nowhere but at the same time, everywhere.
“What do you want?” Victoria shouted aloud from fear as she turned to face every direction, looking for the source of the odd voice.
“He’s coming,” it said perfectly clear in a female, child like voice from behind Victoria.
Victoria jumped forwards and turned to see who was speaking but fell over from the sudden shock and found herself laid on the ground. She looked up to see a child, no older than 9, looking down at her. Her skin was like chalk and seemed to shine in the little moon light that escaped through the dark skies above. Her eyes were white with only the black pupils that showed no emotion or life. Her hair was black and put in two pigtails at either side of her head and draped down over her shoulders and across her front. She wore a dark green, Victorian dress with long, white socks and black shoes. She hugged a small, dirty teddy bear in her arms to her chest as she stared back at Victoria. The child herself looked like a gothic doll or a…
“Are… are you a ghost?” Victoria stuttered in shock as the girl gave a small shake of her head. “W… what ar… are you?” she asked, her throat feeling dry.
The girl said nothing. Instead she pointed up, behind Victoria. Victoria turned her head to see nothing but a wall with damaged bricks and what looked like rust creeping across the large area. She watched carefully as the rust darkened to a deep red and began to get thicker, making a pattern or a picture. It soon finished, showing what looked like a small skull with sharp K9 fangs and a set of large bat like wings stretching up and above it. There was also a sharpened D on the skulls forehead with a sharp point on each of the letters ends. Victoria raised an eyebrow. This made no sense to her. She had never seen the skull before.
“Wha…?” she started as she turned to the small girl but she was gone. All that remained was a black mist that was slowly fading.
Victoria stood up and turned back to the wall but the picture had also gone. It was just as it was before. She looked round, convinced that everything was back to normal… well as normal as it was for her at the moment in time. She then looked up as a faint drizzle of rain began to poor down. Then the soft echo of the girl’s voice began to sing through the sky.
“When darkness comes and fire burns deep, a hero will come, yet no one believes. Keep your friends close, but your enemies near. As this nightmare is like non you’ve feared,” she sang as Victoria raised her eyebrow once more as she looked around for the small child. “Breath so cold and skin like ice, the dead shale rise and God will die. There’s no stopping that of the night sky. He’ll rule supreme and Earth is his prize.”
Victoria did nothing but stand in the rain as the song started again and again. This carried on, each time getting louder but at the same time, more faint. The rain began to poor down in black as her vision went blurry. Victoria still didn’t move, fear kept her glued to place. She closed her eyes in fear as the darkness began to swallow her. Soon all was black and she felt herself returning to life but yet, she was still in the darkness, just floating there. Suddenly, a loud beeping caught her of guard and she struggled to find the source. Louder and louder it got until her eyes opened suddenly and she looked round at her surroundings. She was back in her room, in her bed. Nothing moved. She gave a sigh of relief but the dream still swam through her head, like a warning to not be forgotten. The beeping continued before she thumped the button on the alarm clock by her bed stand.
“I… hate… Mondays,” she groaned and then buried her head under her pillow.
“VICTORIA!” a voice yelled from below the room. “GET UP! YOU’RE GOING TO BE LATE!”
“COMING!” Victoria yelled removing the pillow and swinging round so her feet were now hanging out of bed. “Yep, hate them so- much,” she said to herself then stood up to get ready.
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Time: - 7:02
Date: - Monday morning
Place: - Victoria’s home, East side of city
Victoria rushed to get ready for collage. She realised that the time was only 7:02 but she wanted to get to Rodger’s house before school. That dream really creeped her out and he was the only person she knew that might be able to help her. You see, it wasn’t the first time she had had such an odd dream. She had been having ones like this for a while now only, last nights one was the most clear so fare.
‘Rodger is a creepy lad,’ she thought to herself as she put her socks on and then began to hunt for her shoes. ‘He’s into all that magic stuff and reading palms crap. Odd hobby, yeah, but some people have worse… just can’t think of one right now,’ she thought before tripping over her shoes.
“Found them!” she shouted out happily to herself and then quickly scurried to put them on. “If anyone can help me with my dream drama, Rodger can,” she said then stood up and headed down stairs.
She was dressed in her usual collage uniform which was her white shirt, blue tie with a blue jumper and a blue blazer. It was still winter so a skirt was out of the question because she hated tights so she had her black trousers on. Simple but warm.
‘Good old British schools and their uniforms,’ she thought as she spotted her reflection in the mirror. ‘Makes you feel proud to be apart of this great country,’ she smiled to herself then carried on.
7:23 hit when she finally got down stairs and into the kitchen. It seemed that no one else was awake and her mom had already left for work which was fine with her. She clicked on the kettle and then made her way to the sink to clean out her cup. She watched as the water poured into the cup. She then noticed an odd thing. The waters pools were turning into something. Something like a face. She stared at it for a while till the face moved and looked at her with empty eyes.
“HE’S COMING!” the voice echoed as Victoria jumped back and dropped the cup on the tiled floor.
She looked at the broke pieces of cup and water that was now in a puddle near her feet. She bent down and moved some of the broken cup away to examine the water for any signs of what just happened.
“Did that really just happen?” she asked herself in confusion, doubting her own eyes.
She had never had anything like that happen while she was awake before. This seemed all too weird. She began to pick up the broken cup and then put them in the bin before going for a mop.
“This is getting like some sort of ghost move,” Victoria said to herself as she began to mop up the water. “Toe nails!” she suddenly said in happiness. “Toe nail collecting. That a much odder hobby than Rodger’s,” she said referring to her thoughts back in her bedroom as she smiling to herself and carried on mopping. “Disgusting to.”
Date: - Unknown
Place: - Unknown
A teen no older than 18 with shoulder length, black hair with a red under layer and deep, leaf green eyes, found herself in a odd place. She stood still, looking confused in her simple white tank top and light blue shorts. No shoes which made her probable reach about 5/4. She held both her hands together as she looked in every direction for anyone who might be there. No one.
Her name was Victoria Daniels. She was a collage student who today, found herself in one of the strangest places she had ever been and she had no idea how, or why she was there. She had never seen this place before nor cared to be here. It looked like a ghost town of death. The buildings were destroyed, with ash blackening the ground and rust clinging onto the walls from beams and the bins that slowly rusted away at the side of the buildings. Little litter blew across the streets and that what did was either burnt or to blurry from ash and dirt that it was unreadable. The sky was dark and the only light came from the full moon that was trying to shine through the thick clouds, and making the scene in front of her visible. Victoria began to walk forwards, no sound but the wind to be heard. She looked at the buildings with fear slowly taking over.
“Hello?” Victoria asked as she looked round the dark, burnt and destroyed buildings that surrounded each side of her. “Hello? Is there anyone here?” she asked again but nothing.
A sound startled her from the side where, what was left of a dark ally, still remained. A set of white eyes stared back at her from the darkness. No body attached. They blinked at her before they closed and didn’t reopen and had seemed to have despaired. Victoria stepped back, not sure what to do. She readied herself for what was to come. A sudden noise made her tune in shock only to see a black bird she assumed was either a raven or a crow.
“Caw!” it cried as it looked at her with its beady black eyes and gave a small shuffle with its wings.
“Just a bird Vicky old girl,” she said to herself trying to calm herself down while backing away from the bird to a wall
“h_ co_in_,” a quiet yet rough voice echoed. It was like a bad recording that glitched throughout the words that the voice was saying.
“That didn’t sound like any bird,” Victoria said to herself with a gulp as she looked around wide eyed. “W…What?” she asked aloud, getting more and more scared. “Who are you?”
“_s _min_,” the voice tried again, sounding slightly louder but still, it was just an echo. An echo that seemed to come from nowhere but at the same time, everywhere.
“What do you want?” Victoria shouted aloud from fear as she turned to face every direction, looking for the source of the odd voice.
“He’s coming,” it said perfectly clear in a female, child like voice from behind Victoria.
Victoria jumped forwards and turned to see who was speaking but fell over from the sudden shock and found herself laid on the ground. She looked up to see a child, no older than 9, looking down at her. Her skin was like chalk and seemed to shine in the little moon light that escaped through the dark skies above. Her eyes were white with only the black pupils that showed no emotion or life. Her hair was black and put in two pigtails at either side of her head and draped down over her shoulders and across her front. She wore a dark green, Victorian dress with long, white socks and black shoes. She hugged a small, dirty teddy bear in her arms to her chest as she stared back at Victoria. The child herself looked like a gothic doll or a…
“Are… are you a ghost?” Victoria stuttered in shock as the girl gave a small shake of her head. “W… what ar… are you?” she asked, her throat feeling dry.
The girl said nothing. Instead she pointed up, behind Victoria. Victoria turned her head to see nothing but a wall with damaged bricks and what looked like rust creeping across the large area. She watched carefully as the rust darkened to a deep red and began to get thicker, making a pattern or a picture. It soon finished, showing what looked like a small skull with sharp K9 fangs and a set of large bat like wings stretching up and above it. There was also a sharpened D on the skulls forehead with a sharp point on each of the letters ends. Victoria raised an eyebrow. This made no sense to her. She had never seen the skull before.
“Wha…?” she started as she turned to the small girl but she was gone. All that remained was a black mist that was slowly fading.
Victoria stood up and turned back to the wall but the picture had also gone. It was just as it was before. She looked round, convinced that everything was back to normal… well as normal as it was for her at the moment in time. She then looked up as a faint drizzle of rain began to poor down. Then the soft echo of the girl’s voice began to sing through the sky.
“When darkness comes and fire burns deep, a hero will come, yet no one believes. Keep your friends close, but your enemies near. As this nightmare is like non you’ve feared,” she sang as Victoria raised her eyebrow once more as she looked around for the small child. “Breath so cold and skin like ice, the dead shale rise and God will die. There’s no stopping that of the night sky. He’ll rule supreme and Earth is his prize.”
Victoria did nothing but stand in the rain as the song started again and again. This carried on, each time getting louder but at the same time, more faint. The rain began to poor down in black as her vision went blurry. Victoria still didn’t move, fear kept her glued to place. She closed her eyes in fear as the darkness began to swallow her. Soon all was black and she felt herself returning to life but yet, she was still in the darkness, just floating there. Suddenly, a loud beeping caught her of guard and she struggled to find the source. Louder and louder it got until her eyes opened suddenly and she looked round at her surroundings. She was back in her room, in her bed. Nothing moved. She gave a sigh of relief but the dream still swam through her head, like a warning to not be forgotten. The beeping continued before she thumped the button on the alarm clock by her bed stand.
“I… hate… Mondays,” she groaned and then buried her head under her pillow.
“VICTORIA!” a voice yelled from below the room. “GET UP! YOU’RE GOING TO BE LATE!”
“COMING!” Victoria yelled removing the pillow and swinging round so her feet were now hanging out of bed. “Yep, hate them so- much,” she said to herself then stood up to get ready.
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Time: - 7:02
Date: - Monday morning
Place: - Victoria’s home, East side of city
Victoria rushed to get ready for collage. She realised that the time was only 7:02 but she wanted to get to Rodger’s house before school. That dream really creeped her out and he was the only person she knew that might be able to help her. You see, it wasn’t the first time she had had such an odd dream. She had been having ones like this for a while now only, last nights one was the most clear so fare.
‘Rodger is a creepy lad,’ she thought to herself as she put her socks on and then began to hunt for her shoes. ‘He’s into all that magic stuff and reading palms crap. Odd hobby, yeah, but some people have worse… just can’t think of one right now,’ she thought before tripping over her shoes.
“Found them!” she shouted out happily to herself and then quickly scurried to put them on. “If anyone can help me with my dream drama, Rodger can,” she said then stood up and headed down stairs.
She was dressed in her usual collage uniform which was her white shirt, blue tie with a blue jumper and a blue blazer. It was still winter so a skirt was out of the question because she hated tights so she had her black trousers on. Simple but warm.
‘Good old British schools and their uniforms,’ she thought as she spotted her reflection in the mirror. ‘Makes you feel proud to be apart of this great country,’ she smiled to herself then carried on.
7:23 hit when she finally got down stairs and into the kitchen. It seemed that no one else was awake and her mom had already left for work which was fine with her. She clicked on the kettle and then made her way to the sink to clean out her cup. She watched as the water poured into the cup. She then noticed an odd thing. The waters pools were turning into something. Something like a face. She stared at it for a while till the face moved and looked at her with empty eyes.
“HE’S COMING!” the voice echoed as Victoria jumped back and dropped the cup on the tiled floor.
She looked at the broke pieces of cup and water that was now in a puddle near her feet. She bent down and moved some of the broken cup away to examine the water for any signs of what just happened.
“Did that really just happen?” she asked herself in confusion, doubting her own eyes.
She had never had anything like that happen while she was awake before. This seemed all too weird. She began to pick up the broken cup and then put them in the bin before going for a mop.
“This is getting like some sort of ghost move,” Victoria said to herself as she began to mop up the water. “Toe nails!” she suddenly said in happiness. “Toe nail collecting. That a much odder hobby than Rodger’s,” she said referring to her thoughts back in her bedroom as she smiling to herself and carried on mopping. “Disgusting to.”