"Impervious to ram horn, crow beak, and ice, yet pervious to the concept of a false prophet."
As the twins scutter down the steps, searching for their sisters fresh bacon, one flips over the other, tumbling down the staircase to a halt. Instead of going into tears, the both of them stand straight and bolt to the circular bacon platter.
"Share." The older sister says, snatching the platter as both their hands slap into the wood beneath it.
"Okay Sayla.." The older brother says, beckoning the platter back down to the wooden turntable. Sayla gently lays the platter back down, as she heads towards the front door and places her hoodie over her dark-blond, straightened long hair.
"I'll be home in 3 hours, I gotta take the bus to the library!" Sayla shouts to her mother.
"If you could bring home some food too that'd be great!" The mother shouts back as Sayla hears in the background, "Nyla! Alyn! Share the damn bacon!"
Sayla rocks her feet back and forth standing, mimicking a swinging Newton's cradle, as she smacks into the back of a passerby while standing at her bus stop.
"Oh, sorry 'bout that!" Sayla says after staggering forward in surprise. "It's alright. Are you waiting at this bus stop too?" The man says, picking up a book bag Sayla had knocked to the ground. As the bus slowly comes to a stop out front the stop, the man beckons her to go ahead as he pulls the bus card from his pocket.
As she gets on, she gently places a dollar twenty into the payment station and heads to the far back. "Relatively packed.." Sayla says, muttering under her voice, with the man eavesdropping behind.
As she sits at the back of the bus, the man sits across from her, taking both seats up with his legs. "The name's Truett by the way." He nods. "Sayla." She says as the two gently nod at the other.
"This place is packed, gotta be 20, 25 people at the least!" Truett says as another three step into the bus. "Can I?" He says, getting up, pointing at the seat adjacent to Sayla. "Sur
"I just don't wanna be packed into a corner, you know?" He says, pulling out a neon colored card deck out from his right pocket as he begins shuffling. "Fidget toy." He says, shaking his head as if it wasn't the first time he'd seen someone make the face Sayla made.
"I take these to my college whenever I can, sometimes lectures can get repetitive, gotta pass the time somehow." He says as he holds the deck a foot away from his other palm, and sends it down to the palm, like a flowing river by squeezing the deck. Sayla peers above her seat to see a man standing upright, holding tightly to a standing ring.
As she turns right to look at Truett, she sees him in tourist clothing, with deep blue sunglasses and a slight hint of a patch on his face that avoided a sunburn, shaped like a small band-aid.
"Look at that guy." Truett says, poking his finger from atop the seat in front, pointing at a man in a trench-coat, a skinny man with clear white glasses with a string attached that circles around his ear like a spy gadget mixed with a grannies reading glasses. "Someone's out for either business or a hit." Sayla says, snickering to herself behind the seat.
As the bus drives towards a bus-stop with 4 people standing upright signaling the bus, it simply speeds by. "Why'd they skip that stop?" Truett says, looking to the right of the chairs, peering down the bus aisle. Truett reaches for the cord on the edge of the bus, signaling he wishes to exit the bus.
As the bus approaches his stop, it once again simply speeds by, Two people standing up, including Truett, to confront the driver. However, as he stands, just like the other person, he immediately feels his legs give out. "I can't... I can't stand!" Truett shouts from the back, as the others turn to stare. Abruptly, as others begin attempting to stand, they also all feel this muscular feeling being taken out from their legs. Before long, Sayla has also made an attempt. She's up for longer than the rest, but inevitably she falls over in the middle of the isle on top of a younger man in the seat in front.
"Uh, hi.." The man says, helping support her standing until she can slowly limp her way back to the seat behind.
"What's goi-in-in.." As Sayla gets her bearings, she witnesses Truett begin slurring his speech, and before long, he as well as multiple others are drifting off into a tight sleep.
"I got-t.." She gives as much energy as she can to lift herself up and slowly crawl to the backdoor, and as she reaches the backdoor, slowly crawling, she feels herself fall flat on her face, staring out the door as concrete flashes by as the bus moves at 30 miles per hour. Before long, she, as well as everyone else, has faded into a slumber. The final one to fall asleep.
Once she awakens, she slowly opens her eyelids to a new sight in front of her while she lays on the ground. She's somewhere unrecognizable, but the sight of the man in front of her left her frozen. A man whose head stood wrapped in seemingly sandpaper gently laid down a man a good twelve feet from Sayla. As the man turned towards her, Sayla kept her eye's open just enough to see the mans "face" without being seen.
The man's sandpaper face stood covered in odd hieroglyphics, All surrounding the poorly cut eye holes, with a row of symbols surrounding a covered and not cut mouth.
He exits the room through a door disguised as a window, and as he leaves, Sayla slowly stands up and begins to analyze her new surroundings. To say she wasn't panicking was an understatement. She was not calm, nor was she collected.
The drugs were simply still in effect.
As the drugs slowly faded from her system, and she slowly reached composition, she viewed her surroundings. A pure white room. Mimicking the look of an insane asylum room, yet a complete mimicry. Instead of soft foam white squares, they were made of concrete.
As Sayla stared down at the man she had been laid beside, the mans short blond hair and poorly put together clothes along with, she neatly tidied him up before leaving to explore more of the facility. "Poor guy. Homeless and now this?"
As she walks into the hallway, it feels like an almost completely different facility. a hall lined with military posters, each representing a military phrase, or a recruitment agency, All of varying country origins. As well as those, a few sections of the hallway had large bunk beds blocking the path, forcing anyone wanting to pass through to climb through it.
The next room she entered was a nurses office, however all the locks were shut tight with reinforced glass. One attempting to open would have to either have a key or lock-picking prowess.
As she explored her final room, she turned the handle to a light tap on the shoulder, and as she turned, she saw a familiar face.
"Truett!" She says, gasping in shock, "Do you know where we are?" She asks, beginning to open the door, however as her hand is placed on the doorknob, he reaches out and grabs it, before quickly shutting the door closed with one hand.
"You don't want to go in there. I've explored it already." He says, letting go of her hand. All Sayla could see on his face was a mixture of anger at the situation and tiredness.
"I'm going in." Shes says, swinging the door open as it makes a creak. "Give me another creak..." Sayla says under her breath, closing and reopening the door before entering the room. As she stares into the room, she sees a row of crows with adjacent images to them of rotting corpses. "What the fuck.."
Sayla attempts to advert her eyes from the images as much as she can every time she takes a step, but it takes all the effort out from her. She wants to investigate, but her humanity is telling her no.
"Look here." Truett says, closely following behind. "Read this plaque." In front of Sayla was a plaque, hung up by a hook and a dream.
She decides to read it, and as she reads each individual word, the pain in Truett's eyes begins to make much more sense.
"This room is dedicated to a killer who made it their trophy to kidnap the crows that ate their victims." As Sayla read the final sentence, she felt her throat begin to gag that much more. 8Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡU73ed3oOKR
"That killer is among the rest of you."8Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡCsvRyuck8X
and then Add to home screen.