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The chimes of glasses hitting each other resonated in the small break room "We did it!" A cheerful looking blonde hummed, gulping her drink until there was nothing left in the cup. Noire only took a small sip of hers before setting it down. A small smile rested on her lips while her far more rowdy coworkers celebrated their victory. "Well, more like Noire did it. Sorry for shoving so much of the work onto you," continued while throwing an arm around her friend and bringing her in from a less than welcomed hug. Though she didn't resist the affection, instead of that she waved it away as something insignificant.[/FONT]
"You lot organized it for me, so it was just a matter of filling in blanks." She picked up a slice of the pizza, the gooey cheese clinging to it's neighboring slices. God, it feels great to cheat. She thought as she took a bite of the unhealthy goodness. Within moments it became the last slice as two men picked up the remaining pieces, a little too excited over a pizza.
"A bar should be next," One of them suggested
"I want to go to Wild Wings," The other added, it was more of a demand than a suggestion.
"I'll just be going home," Noire announced while wiping the grease off her fingers. "I have work in the morning after all."
"So do I!" The blonde slammed her fist on the table in outrage to her coworker's healthy life choices "But we worked hard to clean up all this paperwork and numbers," the word came out as if it was something disgusting she had just eaten "We should spoil ourselves in the end."
"I did." She gestured reassuringly to the empty box of pizza and sugar-packed drink while rising from her seat. A small cry of protest rose from the group, but she paid it no mind as she waved them goodbye while exiting the door. "Be sure to call for a cab and drink safely." With that, she was finally alone. The only sound in the hallways was her heels clicking against the tile floor; it gave the empty building an eerie feeling. Like a monster would come up around the corner and devour her. The idea was quickly brushed aside as she exited, greeted by the busy streets and cars honking at each other, Noire smiled as she looked back at her own building to see a handful of lights from the windows and was able to tell exactly which one was hosting their small party. It was time to go home, collapse in bed, and repeat the cycle, without further delay she walked herself home, the city thinning out and the streets becoming less and less crowded until it was only her walking into her darkened apartment, slamming the door behind her as she collapsed onto the couch.
He took a careful step from his hiding spot, his hands tightening around his knife as he approached. His face was twisted in pain as he stood over her body, her sleeping face looked blissful, absolutely unaware of the danger she was in as the knife was raised above his head. "I'm sorry," He muttered almost desperately. Noire's face twitched at the sound of his voice, and just as she began to rise from her sleep, the knife was brought down on her throat. Her eyes widened, her brain frantically trying to process what was happening. Noire could only muster so much strength to reach out to grab the shirt of her attacker just to have the knife forced deeper into her throat. Her body fell limp, but death didn't come as quickly as TV had made it seem. Frantic apologizes slowly became blurred, sounding as though they were submerged underwater, but before her vision blurred, she saw the small symbol on his neck. All her hard work to live a peaceful life, destroyed by the ghosts of her parents.
Noire's eyes snapped open, her arms immediately pushing her body up in a panic before the rest of her knew what to do or what was even going on. Her hands sunk into the soft dirt, under her neatly painted black nails she could see grass and dirt underneath. It looked as though she was clawing at the earth. Hesitantly she looked around to see nothing but trees. "F...orest?" She was shocked at how hoarse her voice sounded. Noire saw her bag not far from her, and without hesitation, she lunged for it as if it would run away. Her nightmare crept back into her memories while tears began to fill her eyes. Her phone's lack of service did nothing to soothe her. Noire's hands covered her face, wiping away tears as she tried to collect herself.
An hour had passed before the young woman calmed herself down, she had moved from the spot she had woken up in, wandered around and ultimately settled under a tree that looked as though it was being exiled from the rest. Her heels sat next to her covered in dirt after many failed attempts of trying to walk in them on the soft earth, and after opting to go barefooted her tights clung to all the dried grass and dirt they could. Thankfully the wet wipes in her bag proved handy in cleaning her hands and face making her feel just a bit more civil. "I can't be here forever," Noire reassured herself in false confidence while she cleaned off her shoes "I'll be home soon enough, after all, there are people who love camping or hiking. I wander far enough I'm sure to find them." She sniffled, tears threatening to spill over again, she held her breath and let go of a shallow sigh that said this is fine. Noire turned her attention to the crescent moon that hung high in the starlit midnight sky that shined like city lights; it offered her some peace.
Though the order was short-lived, a sound broke the silence as if it could rip through the sky, and moments later a body flew overhead, blocking the moonlight and driving an ice stake through Noire's heart. Though it was far, she could still see the wings and the figure she could only see in fairy tails. Hurriedly she grabbed her shoes and bagged and sprinted in the opposite direction. Even if it isn't a dragon, whatever it was it definitely wasn't something I've ever seen before, and staying anywhere near this place is almost signing for death. The sticks snapped under her feet, but the urgency to escape a creature that flew as though it ruled the sky was more significant than the sheering pain.
"You lot organized it for me, so it was just a matter of filling in blanks." She picked up a slice of the pizza, the gooey cheese clinging to it's neighboring slices. God, it feels great to cheat. She thought as she took a bite of the unhealthy goodness. Within moments it became the last slice as two men picked up the remaining pieces, a little too excited over a pizza.
"A bar should be next," One of them suggested
"I want to go to Wild Wings," The other added, it was more of a demand than a suggestion.
"I'll just be going home," Noire announced while wiping the grease off her fingers. "I have work in the morning after all."
"So do I!" The blonde slammed her fist on the table in outrage to her coworker's healthy life choices "But we worked hard to clean up all this paperwork and numbers," the word came out as if it was something disgusting she had just eaten "We should spoil ourselves in the end."
"I did." She gestured reassuringly to the empty box of pizza and sugar-packed drink while rising from her seat. A small cry of protest rose from the group, but she paid it no mind as she waved them goodbye while exiting the door. "Be sure to call for a cab and drink safely." With that, she was finally alone. The only sound in the hallways was her heels clicking against the tile floor; it gave the empty building an eerie feeling. Like a monster would come up around the corner and devour her. The idea was quickly brushed aside as she exited, greeted by the busy streets and cars honking at each other, Noire smiled as she looked back at her own building to see a handful of lights from the windows and was able to tell exactly which one was hosting their small party. It was time to go home, collapse in bed, and repeat the cycle, without further delay she walked herself home, the city thinning out and the streets becoming less and less crowded until it was only her walking into her darkened apartment, slamming the door behind her as she collapsed onto the couch.
He took a careful step from his hiding spot, his hands tightening around his knife as he approached. His face was twisted in pain as he stood over her body, her sleeping face looked blissful, absolutely unaware of the danger she was in as the knife was raised above his head. "I'm sorry," He muttered almost desperately. Noire's face twitched at the sound of his voice, and just as she began to rise from her sleep, the knife was brought down on her throat. Her eyes widened, her brain frantically trying to process what was happening. Noire could only muster so much strength to reach out to grab the shirt of her attacker just to have the knife forced deeper into her throat. Her body fell limp, but death didn't come as quickly as TV had made it seem. Frantic apologizes slowly became blurred, sounding as though they were submerged underwater, but before her vision blurred, she saw the small symbol on his neck. All her hard work to live a peaceful life, destroyed by the ghosts of her parents.
Noire's eyes snapped open, her arms immediately pushing her body up in a panic before the rest of her knew what to do or what was even going on. Her hands sunk into the soft dirt, under her neatly painted black nails she could see grass and dirt underneath. It looked as though she was clawing at the earth. Hesitantly she looked around to see nothing but trees. "F...orest?" She was shocked at how hoarse her voice sounded. Noire saw her bag not far from her, and without hesitation, she lunged for it as if it would run away. Her nightmare crept back into her memories while tears began to fill her eyes. Her phone's lack of service did nothing to soothe her. Noire's hands covered her face, wiping away tears as she tried to collect herself.
An hour had passed before the young woman calmed herself down, she had moved from the spot she had woken up in, wandered around and ultimately settled under a tree that looked as though it was being exiled from the rest. Her heels sat next to her covered in dirt after many failed attempts of trying to walk in them on the soft earth, and after opting to go barefooted her tights clung to all the dried grass and dirt they could. Thankfully the wet wipes in her bag proved handy in cleaning her hands and face making her feel just a bit more civil. "I can't be here forever," Noire reassured herself in false confidence while she cleaned off her shoes "I'll be home soon enough, after all, there are people who love camping or hiking. I wander far enough I'm sure to find them." She sniffled, tears threatening to spill over again, she held her breath and let go of a shallow sigh that said this is fine. Noire turned her attention to the crescent moon that hung high in the starlit midnight sky that shined like city lights; it offered her some peace.
Though the order was short-lived, a sound broke the silence as if it could rip through the sky, and moments later a body flew overhead, blocking the moonlight and driving an ice stake through Noire's heart. Though it was far, she could still see the wings and the figure she could only see in fairy tails. Hurriedly she grabbed her shoes and bagged and sprinted in the opposite direction. Even if it isn't a dragon, whatever it was it definitely wasn't something I've ever seen before, and staying anywhere near this place is almost signing for death. The sticks snapped under her feet, but the urgency to escape a creature that flew as though it ruled the sky was more significant than the sheering pain.