Re: Team Snek [Chapter 7]
Posted: 24 Jan 2018, 17:25
If the key in her hand held any magical properties, she didn’t feel it. There was no sudden tingle in her skin, and her veins didn’t begin to burn. She didn’t have a vision, and there was no booming, ominous voice in her mind. If this key did anything, it simply unlocked a door, and from the odd edges, she wondered if it could even do that. Not wanting to count the rusted metal out before it had even had a chance to show its purpose, she curled her fingers until they formed a fist, her palm securing the small object from slipping free and becoming lost once more amongst the dust and bone.
Barely batting a lash when Charlie sauntered past, she used that same fist to wipe against her brow, removing what appeared to be a thin layer of decayed skin. Something told her it hadn’t peeled from the bones of the enemy they had just defeated, so it had to come from… no. Even she had her limits, and thinking about what could and probably did die down here wasn’t something she wanted to do. Instead, she chose to focus on Charlie’s back, her eyes narrowing as she watched the beam of light soar across the stone ceiling. She didn’t know the woman, not as well as she knew Jesse, or Clover. So, she didn’t notice the irritation, or the wonder and confusion in her eyes. To her, Charlie just looked… bored.
It wasn’t until Jesse stepped forward, drawn as if a moth to the flame to the strange writing on the wall, that she realized there was something there. It took her all of three steps to make it to her sire’s side, and soon, she was tilting her own head back to drink in the symbols. To her, they were nothing more than drawings, though, magnificent in their own right. Dropping her bag to the floor, she pulled out a small notebook and a colored pen, and began to sketch. It didn’t take her long to have each one scattered across a white sheet of paper, the purple and blue lines perfectly drawn. She had no idea why she had drawn them – or what she would do with them – but with a snap, she closed the notebook, tucked the pen in her wild hair, and dropped the book back into her small tote.
“And, who the **** is Cobb?” For all of her teachings, for everything she had picked up since being turned, that name wasn’t one that she knew well. Had she missed it, somehow? It wouldn’t surprise her that she might have tuned it out, but with the interest in Jesse’s voice, the spark in her eyes, she wondered if maybe they just hadn’t gotten that far yet. They had bigger concerns – her insatiable hunger, for one – but now, now seemed to be the perfect time for her to learn. When Jesse crouched, she moved to his back, her brow arched as she peered over his shoulder. It didn’t take him long to reveal a lock, and it was if she could feel the heat from the key – the key, she admittedly, had forgotten about until he began to dig through rock and debris.
“What else would I do with it? Bang it against a rock?” Shaking her head with a dry laugh, she dropped into a crouch and ran her fingers along the small opening. It wasn’t like a lock she had ever witnessed – and she had been held captive behind a lot of them – but something told her it would work. The key she held, with its strange edges and odd shape, would slide in as if it belonged. Carefully bringing the key between her fingers, she quickly inserted it within the lock, and listened as the mechanism gave a soft click when she turned it. “I’m giving you the honors of actually opening the door, since we don’t know what kind of demonic mutation is behind here,” she muttered as she straightened and stepped back, giving him access to the door.
Barely batting a lash when Charlie sauntered past, she used that same fist to wipe against her brow, removing what appeared to be a thin layer of decayed skin. Something told her it hadn’t peeled from the bones of the enemy they had just defeated, so it had to come from… no. Even she had her limits, and thinking about what could and probably did die down here wasn’t something she wanted to do. Instead, she chose to focus on Charlie’s back, her eyes narrowing as she watched the beam of light soar across the stone ceiling. She didn’t know the woman, not as well as she knew Jesse, or Clover. So, she didn’t notice the irritation, or the wonder and confusion in her eyes. To her, Charlie just looked… bored.
It wasn’t until Jesse stepped forward, drawn as if a moth to the flame to the strange writing on the wall, that she realized there was something there. It took her all of three steps to make it to her sire’s side, and soon, she was tilting her own head back to drink in the symbols. To her, they were nothing more than drawings, though, magnificent in their own right. Dropping her bag to the floor, she pulled out a small notebook and a colored pen, and began to sketch. It didn’t take her long to have each one scattered across a white sheet of paper, the purple and blue lines perfectly drawn. She had no idea why she had drawn them – or what she would do with them – but with a snap, she closed the notebook, tucked the pen in her wild hair, and dropped the book back into her small tote.
“And, who the **** is Cobb?” For all of her teachings, for everything she had picked up since being turned, that name wasn’t one that she knew well. Had she missed it, somehow? It wouldn’t surprise her that she might have tuned it out, but with the interest in Jesse’s voice, the spark in her eyes, she wondered if maybe they just hadn’t gotten that far yet. They had bigger concerns – her insatiable hunger, for one – but now, now seemed to be the perfect time for her to learn. When Jesse crouched, she moved to his back, her brow arched as she peered over his shoulder. It didn’t take him long to reveal a lock, and it was if she could feel the heat from the key – the key, she admittedly, had forgotten about until he began to dig through rock and debris.
“What else would I do with it? Bang it against a rock?” Shaking her head with a dry laugh, she dropped into a crouch and ran her fingers along the small opening. It wasn’t like a lock she had ever witnessed – and she had been held captive behind a lot of them – but something told her it would work. The key she held, with its strange edges and odd shape, would slide in as if it belonged. Carefully bringing the key between her fingers, she quickly inserted it within the lock, and listened as the mechanism gave a soft click when she turned it. “I’m giving you the honors of actually opening the door, since we don’t know what kind of demonic mutation is behind here,” she muttered as she straightened and stepped back, giving him access to the door.