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writetomyheart2015-04-24 09:52 pm
jojibear.livejournal.com) wrote in writetomyheart2015-04-24 09:52 pm
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[Team SONIC] in the dark
Starting word from here.
drip…
drip…
drip…
drip…
drip…
Wonshik opened his eyes, and saw nothing.
He blinked once, twice, trying to adjust his sight to the darkness around him but he still couldn't see a thing.
He wondered where he was. The last thing he remember was walking home from class and then— blank. Nothing. Somewhere between the second to last corner before his apartment blook and the familiar wooden door of his home, he had been knocked out and brought here.
Wherever "here" was.
Suddenly, he heard a sound — was it to his left? His right? He couldn't tell.
A snick, and suddenly there was an orange glow floating just in front of his face, barely illuminating, but at least he could see now, even if just a little.
There was a ghost-like face peering at him from just within the edge of the circle of light cast by the lit match, dark eyes set into a sunken, sallow face, and Wonshik yelped, scrambling backwards away from the light until his back hit a wall and he could go no further.
"I'm not here to harm you," whispered the ghost-like face, voice cracked. "I heard a commotion earlier and came to see what it was. You, I guess?"
drip…
drip…
drip…
drip…
Wonshik opened his eyes, and saw nothing.
He blinked once, twice, trying to adjust his sight to the darkness around him but he still couldn't see a thing.
He wondered where he was. The last thing he remember was walking home from class and then— blank. Nothing. Somewhere between the second to last corner before his apartment blook and the familiar wooden door of his home, he had been knocked out and brought here.
Wherever "here" was.
Suddenly, he heard a sound — was it to his left? His right? He couldn't tell.
A snick, and suddenly there was an orange glow floating just in front of his face, barely illuminating, but at least he could see now, even if just a little.
There was a ghost-like face peering at him from just within the edge of the circle of light cast by the lit match, dark eyes set into a sunken, sallow face, and Wonshik yelped, scrambling backwards away from the light until his back hit a wall and he could go no further.
"I'm not here to harm you," whispered the ghost-like face, voice cracked. "I heard a commotion earlier and came to see what it was. You, I guess?"
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