A face as smooth as glass and white as snow.
It was that of a boy, no older than sixteen, his steady breathing the only sign of the deep and peaceful sleep he lay in.
Through a dust-kissed glass panel, soft moon rays spilled into the room, faintly illuminating the face of a figure.
A face as smooth as glass and white as snow.
It was that of a boy, no older than sixteen, his steady breathing the only sign of the deep and peaceful sleep he lay in.
Silence engulfed the small, dimly lit bedroom, lingering for a long while before,
SCRRACTTCH!
The sound of claws dragging against the ground, slowly... then rabidly.
STEP!
STEP!
STEP!
Hurried footsteps drew nearer with each passing second, and the boy's breathing grew increasingly uneven until,
BANG!
There was a heavy collision against the door and immediately, his eyes snapped open, a flicker of blue flaring through the room.
BAAAANG!
BAAAANG!
BAAAANG!
"Err! Err! Run!"
