03-24-2017, 03:09 PM
Luci is crouched down behind a dumpster in an alleyway, huffing paint. She can still hear the buzzing of the giant mosquitoes that were chasing her just a moment ago. Paint fumes envelope her face, and when they fade, Luci is wearing a mask of a calico cat.
Luci walks quickly but calmly out the back of the alley and attempts to blend in with the crowd of nightmares. Her skin tingles as she brushes past a writhing ball of tentacles, and she shudders as she watches a pair of giggling children stab each other over and over with a pair of long knives. Luci steps carefully, avoiding the emaciated arms stretching impossibly far from the gutters, trying to pull in more victims. Luci feels the Nightmare's disgusting eyes crawling all over her, and she tries to relax. She glides soundlessly into a group of the animal-masked Nightmares, who seem to be talking excitedly amongst themselves in Russian. Off in the distance, Luci hears the rumble of an old car.
Haunter's 1968 Camaro SS drifts around the corner with a screech, it's exposed engine crackling angrily, it's red high beams bathing the street in an eerie, blood-tinged glow. His long, thick tongue hangs out the driver's side window, waving obscenely in the wind, and his cackle makes Luci's skin crawl even as he speeds out of sight.
Luci tries not to draw any attention as she starts walking faster through the crowd, panic rising in her stomach. A minute later, she hears a muffled explosion, and then Haunter's ear-splitting cackle.
The Nightmare's freeze at the sound of the laugh, then as one, turn their heads towards the explosion. Then they are running, flying, and slithering towards it.
Luci starts to sprint.
***
Luci walks quickly but calmly out the back of the alley and attempts to blend in with the crowd of nightmares. Her skin tingles as she brushes past a writhing ball of tentacles, and she shudders as she watches a pair of giggling children stab each other over and over with a pair of long knives. Luci steps carefully, avoiding the emaciated arms stretching impossibly far from the gutters, trying to pull in more victims. Luci feels the Nightmare's disgusting eyes crawling all over her, and she tries to relax. She glides soundlessly into a group of the animal-masked Nightmares, who seem to be talking excitedly amongst themselves in Russian. Off in the distance, Luci hears the rumble of an old car.
Haunter's 1968 Camaro SS drifts around the corner with a screech, it's exposed engine crackling angrily, it's red high beams bathing the street in an eerie, blood-tinged glow. His long, thick tongue hangs out the driver's side window, waving obscenely in the wind, and his cackle makes Luci's skin crawl even as he speeds out of sight.
Luci tries not to draw any attention as she starts walking faster through the crowd, panic rising in her stomach. A minute later, she hears a muffled explosion, and then Haunter's ear-splitting cackle.
The Nightmare's freeze at the sound of the laugh, then as one, turn their heads towards the explosion. Then they are running, flying, and slithering towards it.
Luci starts to sprint.
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