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Post by Brings the Fight on Apr 15, 2007 12:43:15 GMT -5
"Hey, why don't you go grab one of those magnets and put it on the fridge for mom to see when she gets home."
He'll try to sneak a peak at the finished product if he can, this time making sure nothing else can boil over or burn.
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Post by RekKa on Apr 15, 2007 12:46:13 GMT -5
You're pretty much done.
The finished product is... actually somewhat creepy. Fjorna hangs it up on the fridge. She has drawn three large dogs with big ears and toothy grins and yellow-green eyes. The image is unsettling for some reason, but Fjorna seems very proud of it.
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Post by Brings the Fight on Apr 15, 2007 15:07:27 GMT -5
He grimaces a little, then wonders again what would drive her to draw something like that. But she's happy with herself, so he'll leave it till later, then let mom deal with it.
"Alright guys, food's ready. Come get it." He reaches up and gets the bowls out of the cabinet, happy that he's finally tall enough to get them without climbing onto the counter first.
All the same, he's really starting to hope mom gets home soon.
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Post by RekKa on Apr 15, 2007 15:18:54 GMT -5
You all sit down to eat dinner. It's dark outside.
After a few minutes, you swear you hear something outside.
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Post by Brings the Fight on Apr 15, 2007 15:49:06 GMT -5
He looks up as he finishes chewing a mouth full of mac and cheese.
"Sounds like mom's back. You guys keep eating. I'll go see." He gets up to go look out the window for any sign of the car, since he hadn't seen headlights yet when he heard the sound.
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Post by RekKa on Apr 15, 2007 15:56:03 GMT -5
No headlights, no car in the driveway. No more sound.
The hair on the back of your neck is bristling. Someone's in the house, you just know it.
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Post by Brings the Fight on Apr 15, 2007 16:04:34 GMT -5
Mom would get mad at me if I called the police and it turned out it was nothing. But just in case...
He picks up the cordless phone and dials 911, but doesn't hit enter yet.
"Keep eating your food. I've gotta go check on something."
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Post by RekKa on Apr 15, 2007 16:07:56 GMT -5
The front door is ajar.
Next thing you realize, you're facedown on the floor, something heavy pressing down into your back. You feel an intense ripping pain in your shoulder, and you hear the screams of your siblings in the other room. The phone is flung across the floor.
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Post by Brings the Fight on Apr 15, 2007 16:13:48 GMT -5
Screams of pain force their way out of his lips from the ripping in his shoulder, but quickly his thoughts turn to his siblings, even before he realizes the predicament he's in.
"Sven! Fjorna!" He tries his best to roll back over, forgetting about the weight on top of him.
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Post by RekKa on Apr 15, 2007 16:19:09 GMT -5
You manage to roll over, and a very, very large black dog with big ears and burning green eyes looks down at you. It smiles with huge, dripping fangs... and sinks them into your neck. You don't hear the screams anymore.
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Post by Brings the Fight on Apr 15, 2007 16:39:28 GMT -5
He tries to scream, but he isn't even sure if anything is coming out. An overwhelming sense of fear mingling with something darker moves it's way down his spine.
It looks just like her drawing... How can this be... Fjorna! Sven!
He grits his teeth and grabs onto the dogs ears, trying to pull it's head down and see if he can roll on top of it.
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Post by RekKa on Apr 15, 2007 16:53:52 GMT -5
You feel a sudden rush of strength and intense hatred. Without even thinking you roll him over and bite into his neck. His blood tastes absolutely foul in your mouth, and you snap almost immediately out of the rage, realizing something isn't quite right.
Two more come out of the dining room, blood on their muzzles.
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Post by Brings the Fight on Apr 15, 2007 17:04:48 GMT -5
"What did you do to my brother and sister?!" He pushes himself away from the other dog, and starts to back away from the two new ones.
"What the heck are you?!" comes his shout.
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Post by RekKa on Apr 15, 2007 17:08:17 GMT -5
You hear the words in your mind, but all you hear is growls and roars. Your body isn't moving quite right either.
The three circle you with wide grins. An uninjured one pounces at you.
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Post by Brings the Fight on Apr 15, 2007 17:11:44 GMT -5
He does what he's used to an throws his shoulder into it. Hard.
"Fine! We'll see how you like it!"
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