Post by Molly on Mar 7, 2006 2:59:33 GMT
So, I get inspiration for a character backstory and actually get to writin'! Wheee! Granted, this is only part one, and I hope to be able to keep this going before my muse gets distracted by something else, but we'll see XD
Note: Will put up the cast of characters once I find the proper pictures. And yeah, changed title because I noticed it didn't quite fit XD
****
I. Flame and Retribution
The fire rushed and roared, like a living, vicious creature eager for something - anything - to sate its hunger. It devoured everything in its path from the solid wood roof beams to the beautiful cloth of the curtains which draped the windows. The smoke, a by-product of its ravenous behavior, cloaked the air, clogging her nose and throat, stinging her eyes.
The fire would have her, too, if she didn’t get out.
Molly Cullen sprinted down the hallway as fast as she could, cradling one arm to her, dodging the debris that fell smoldering from the ceiling. She should have been outside with the others as her mother and father - technically, her Betas - had commanded, but she couldn’t abandon those still trapped in the burning mansion. But now, she was one of those trapped with no way to get to the main entrance and to safety.
Over the noise of the flames and the dying creaks of the building, she could hear voices. Most were from outside, commands and cries of shock and horror, but there were a few voices that sounded much closer, their shouts almost unintelligible over the fire’s roar, but nonetheless familiar.
“Joseph! Farryn!”
They two came bolting across the corridor and skidded to a halt when she cried their names, both shouting her name at once and motioning for her to follow fast as she could. Both were covered it soot and ash, but from what Molly could see, relatively unharmed. As she raced to follow them she heard a great, splintering crack and dared to glanced up, just in time to see the ceiling before her give way and block her from her two friends. The burning wreckage flared, the flames upon it rearing up like a great stallion ready to charge and Molly fell back with a cry of terror, curling in on herself to protect her face and head. The grand mansion seemed to scream in agony and the collapse before her triggered another; the young werewolf looked up from her foetal position to see a great support beam plummeting for her.
She screamed.
Note: Will put up the cast of characters once I find the proper pictures. And yeah, changed title because I noticed it didn't quite fit XD
****
I. Flame and Retribution
The fire rushed and roared, like a living, vicious creature eager for something - anything - to sate its hunger. It devoured everything in its path from the solid wood roof beams to the beautiful cloth of the curtains which draped the windows. The smoke, a by-product of its ravenous behavior, cloaked the air, clogging her nose and throat, stinging her eyes.
The fire would have her, too, if she didn’t get out.
Molly Cullen sprinted down the hallway as fast as she could, cradling one arm to her, dodging the debris that fell smoldering from the ceiling. She should have been outside with the others as her mother and father - technically, her Betas - had commanded, but she couldn’t abandon those still trapped in the burning mansion. But now, she was one of those trapped with no way to get to the main entrance and to safety.
Over the noise of the flames and the dying creaks of the building, she could hear voices. Most were from outside, commands and cries of shock and horror, but there were a few voices that sounded much closer, their shouts almost unintelligible over the fire’s roar, but nonetheless familiar.
“Joseph! Farryn!”
They two came bolting across the corridor and skidded to a halt when she cried their names, both shouting her name at once and motioning for her to follow fast as she could. Both were covered it soot and ash, but from what Molly could see, relatively unharmed. As she raced to follow them she heard a great, splintering crack and dared to glanced up, just in time to see the ceiling before her give way and block her from her two friends. The burning wreckage flared, the flames upon it rearing up like a great stallion ready to charge and Molly fell back with a cry of terror, curling in on herself to protect her face and head. The grand mansion seemed to scream in agony and the collapse before her triggered another; the young werewolf looked up from her foetal position to see a great support beam plummeting for her.
She screamed.