Tuesday, December 2, 2014
The Sister (Toraun Part 9)
The knock on the door sounded hollow as everything stood still within the small house. Alex's mouth dropped as she stared at the door. Musaafir held his breath. Thud. Thud. Thud. The knock came again. "Open the door or I'll knock it down." The voice that sounded through the door sounded much to high pitch to really instill any fear, but given the circumstances, Musaafir's knees knocked together. "Alex," the voice came again. "I know you're in there and I'd rather not knock in your door." Now you would think that once a face had been drained of blood that it couldn't get any whiter, but in this case it did. She pushed herself up off the ground and slinked toward the door.
"I'm coming," her voice squeaked. Now, at this point Musaafir had lost all courage and he found himself sniveling on the ground. She reached for the doorknob. It shook as she clasped the knob and then twisted. She pulled the door open just as a flash of lightning streaked across the sky illuminating the most...
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Alex fell backward as the door swung open and slammed against the wall. The bang of the door made the entire house shake like jello. The woman's glare would have scared a ghost away due to its intensity. She stood in the doorway with her hands on her hips. A sword handle and shotgun butt stuck up from behind her back while a bracer of pistols hung at her side. Her white blouse stuck to her black undershirt forming around her physique body. Her brown, leather pants shimmered as another lightning strike slashed across the sky. Great drops of rain water dropped of her hair and created a puddle beneath her brown, leather boots. "Alex, what have you done."
"Nothing, it wasn't me. Sister, you have to believe me."
"Sister," Musaafir whispered.