EsthaliaxMinibit

"We need a weapon" choked Diedricht, gagging on the putrid scent. Whatever this place was filled with wasn't human, and if the events downstairs were any indication, they weren't friendly either. Looking around, he saw little in the way of any traditional weapons, but then, this looked like it used to be an office; guns, billybats, or blades were probably not going to be that abundant.

The desk was crushed by the wall which had collapsed over Kendall's entrance, however, and one of the legs was splayed out on an odd angle. Grasping hold, he set one foot against the rest of the carnage and pulled; a squeak and a half-inch movement told him the now-rusty nail was at least capable of moving, if a little reluctant.
 
"like what?" Kendall felt hopeless. She looked down to her camera around her neck-it wasn't very effective. "We would have to start tearing this place apart to find anything remotely useful" Her arms flailed at her sides as she noticed him get up and start pulling on a desk leg. </SPAN>

"I guess that could work" She whimpered, looking around for something else to try and disassemble. She reluctantly went into the dark hallway, looking through the broken glass of the first office. When she was satisfied with the emptiness of the room, she reached for the handle. Locked.</SPAN>
Kendall sighed, getting her anxiety out by jumping up and down a little before reaching her arm through the broken glass and reaching down for the knob. She was on her tiptoes by the time she was able to push it down, opening the door just enough to squeeze through. </SPAN>
The room was dark and smelt the same as the hall. There were papers littering the floor and what looked like blood stains on the walls. </SPAN>

A shiver shot up Kendall's spine as she looked at it, it almost looked as if someone-or something had tried to lick the blood clean. She walked quietly over to a overturned desk, opening the drawers as gently as possible. She got on her hands and knees as objects starting pouring out onto the floor: A stapler, rusty scissors, tape dispenser, paper clip box and a roll of duct tape. Kendall grabbed them, stuffing them in her messenger bag, looking up frantically as she heard a strange 'pang' come from the other side of the room. </SPAN>
She looked over the desk, her heart pounding out of her chest. Something moved in the corner. </SPAN>
 
Diedricht was so fixated on pulling the leg from the desk that he did not notice Kendall wander into the next room in search of arms. "Come on, you son of a-" he gave a yank with his whole body behind it, and found himself sitting on splinters as the sudden release brought him to the floor. The desk leg grasped in both his hands, it weighed a little more than he had expected, but when he saw the rusty nails still splaying out like tiny, pointed legs from the far end, he decided it was okay. Satisfied with his armament, he turned to see what his rescuer had salvaged.

"Uh... Kendra?" Diedricht called softly, using his best guess at her name - he wasn't good with names to begin with, and there was kind of a lot of other things going on at the moment. It started with a 'K', he was pretty sure.

She wasn't in the room anymore, he determined after a quick walkabout to see if she was just behind some of the rubble. Venturing into the hall, he held his desk leg like a baseball bat.
 
Kendall closed her eyes, the skittering of whatever had moved in the corner of the room making her feel ill. Was it another spider? No, she would see it's glowing eyes from a mile away. She took deep breaths, trying to calm herself and build up enough bravery to peak over the side of the fallen desk. When she finally managed to open her eyes, she noticed a shadowy form lingering by the door she had opened just moments ago.</SPAN></SPAN>

"R-rick?" Kendall whispered, her nervousness causing her to mumble and stagger over her own words. She wasn't sure if it was Rick or not, but she hoped to God it was. The thing was unresponsive, still standing there, weaving back and forth slightly as if waiting for something to pass in the hall. </SPAN></SPAN>
 
((which way is it facing?))
 
(( facing out toward the hall))
 
A scuffling sound from one of the offices branching from the corridor caught Diedricht's attention and made the hair on the back of his neck stand up as goosebumps spread across his skin.

Shifting his armament in his clammy grip, he squinted at the doorway from which the sound had come. He wasn't sure there was a something there, but there was a nagging suspicion in the back of his head that there wasn't nothing there. Something about the shadows; they weren't standing perfectly still, there was an ebb to them like the waving of a cobweb in the wind, except there wasn't any wind in here, he realised, brown furrowing.

He stayed as still as possible, staring at the doorway, some primal instinct keeping him from moving forward or even breathing normally. The not-something became a fuzzy something as he stared at it; a thin, weaving, ghostly-gray figure in the doorway, draped in something stringy and black from the top to the middle; hair? Cables? A net of some sort? It was standing just as still as Diedricht himself, though it didn't appear to have noticed him yet.

Another soft scuffle from inside the room made Diedricht swallow. The definate something - whatever it was - wasn't moving, so whatever caused the sound was either another monster which was for some reason ignoring the first thing's presence, or more likely Kendall.

Inching forward with one eye on the rubble at his feet to insure silence, he noticed the thing's head was bowed, if it weren't for the adreneline pumping through his veins which instinctually told him otherwise, he could have assumed it was sleeping on its feet. It was humanoid, if inhumanly thin, and clothed in cobweb like rags. Instead of hands, several long and wicked-looking blades sprouted from its wrists.

Wishing he had something a little less blunt than a desk leg, Diedricht swallowed the air in his dry mouth, inhaled - slowly - and swung

His makeshift club smacked into the thing's head with a nearly satisfying sound, but the thing reached to catch itself - though all it succeeded in doing was to give him a good cut in the side and scrape the side of the doorway - and thus merited additional whacks as it flailed on the floor, opening the hideous, sharp-toothed and blood-tongued mouth beneath the mountain of oily, stringy black hair to scream, finding it instead filled with wood as Diedricht bashed its skull inward.

Breathing hard, he stared at the mess he'd created in the space of a minute. Panic is, indeed, a wonderful thing for getting a lot done in a short period of time, he reflected in amazement, finding the adreneline fleeing from his limbs with the removal of the threat, and a shaky limpness replacing it.

"k-kendall?"

((I.... MAAAY have been playing a little L4D before writing this >.>; ))
 
Kendall came sprinting out from behind the toppled desk, tears flowing down her cheeks freely out of fear. The terrible sounds of Rick beating in the head of the ghost-like monster had made her wretch and spit, shaking her head violently back and forth while simultaneously trying to cover her ears as best she could. When Rick finally called out for her, the only thing she could think to do was to run to him, to find his body and latch on. Kendalls body shook terribly as she wrapped her arms around his thin body; completely overwhelmed by terror. </SPAN></SPAN>

"What the fuck was that Rick?! Why the fuck!?" Vulgarities were all she could manage to spit out, her mouth shivering so bad that her teeth chattered together loudly. </SPAN></SPAN>

From further down the hall, there was a rustling, brushing sound. As if the battle sounds had carried down the hall and attracted something else's attention. Kendall pulled Rick into the room, her fight or flight senses forcing her to drag him behind the tipped desk with her, letting only their eyes peak over the top. </SPAN></SPAN>
 
Diedricht had opened his mouth to say "That was me killing a fucking NIGHTMARE" when the sound reached his ears as well; he started to take a step towards the hall but found himself pulled back and behind the desk.

Great. Dead end. He thought, shifting his grip on the bloodied desk leg nervously. If it was blood, seemed more like some kind of sticky black oil that he had for a fleeting second, the weirdest instinct to try and taste.

The shuffling sounds came closer down the hall as he tried to slow his breathing and quiet his heartbeat, which seemed to be more rapid than usual. Perhaps he should call a cardiac specialist about that; it seemed to be trying harder than usual of late to beat its way through his ribcage and into the open air.
 
(( sorry Mini; but i need to drop out. I've got alot going on with my group rp's and i'm trying to get one off the ground. I'm getting more into groups instead of oneXones... >.< Sorry!))
 
D'= Aw lame!
I understand though =( Luck to your group RP and have fun~
 
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