Realistic or Modern terrore

[Doubt]

You just might see a ghost tonight

Doubt & lisbeth ​

 

[lisbeth]

Kristina Evans​

2 AM.

A streak of light struck through the pitch black of night and vanished within seconds.

Crash.

There they were, lying flat in a pile of dirt and rubble. Kristina bit the tops off her nails, rain drumming on her skin, the last thing she had expected to see in the woods was an unconscious woman.

No one besides herself appeared to have heard the'loud' noise. Unneeded commotion was not one of Kristina's desires. Still, having to handle this alone wasn't favourable. Letting a small huff escape from her pale lips, Kristina figured that she should help whoever is in front of her. Leaving them to freeze in the storm is not a good choice.

Using her strength (which was not a large quantity), Kristina placed one of their arms over her shoulder and lifted them. The moist and dirty skin coming into contact with her dark blue t-shirt. Choosing to leave the house without a jacket had not been an intelligent idea. At least the leaves provided protection from the harsh weather while the two trudged back to the house.

Kristina heaved an exhausted sigh of relief as she placed the person on the leather couch. A scowl emerged on her face once the realisation set in that she will have to clean up the mess. "I better have a spare towel and blanket," she murmured whilst searching for the supplies.

A couple minutes passed as she located the towel and blanket. Mopping the floor, Kristina kept shifting her focus to the stranger; everything presented a sense of surreality. One random girl showing up after a peculiar streak of light, which as far as Kristina knew, only she saw. Whoever they are, them being there for hours is possible, and the light is most likely lightning - the girl and light have no correlation. But the answers will only become available after they have awoken. Whatever provided her with a valid answer, Kristina will accept.

No doubt that the stranger will have questions too when they awake. It'd be best the for Kristina to stay in sight so the woman knows they are with someone.

After Kristina removed the dirt and water from the oak flooring, she positioned the blanket on the stranger. Flopping onto the armchair that rested near the couch, she rubbed her eyes and closed them..
Doubt

 

[Doubt]

Circe Jackson - x - lisbeth

"Jesus Christ Circe, what don't you understand?"
"Don't you understand 'I love you'? What happened to us Luc"
"It's over Circe, have fun on Earth"

Circe could barely remember anything. It was all a blur to her, she remembered the Holy man's face was filled with rage and then there was him, and then all of sudden she was like a clueless deer and was hit in the side by a metal object. Her body was overloaded with pain as she blacked out from the rush of pain and fear.

The pale girl found herself in a new surrounding with a soft blanket hanging from her frail shoulders. She found her petite fingers crawling up to her hair, pulling a strand out only to see her once beautiful golden locks turn into a dark raven black. Her gaze soon went to her arms, her runes were gone as if they were never. Yet as she continued to discover her new look, Circe felt a sharp pain ache from her neck, her fingers grazed against her skin as she felt a bump on her neck. Her eyes couldn't help but widen in fear, she felt the scar burn in her neck, forcing a wincing frown to form upon her face.

Circe's brown eyes noticed a girl was asleep in the chair next to her. The raven haired girl stood up from her spot, rubbing her sore shoulders where her once glorious wings were as she shuffled through the new house, noticing her once white dress was now decorated in brown stains and tore at the hems. She hated this, she hated him, she hated how she had to suffer for his deeds. But was it her fault for falling for his devilish looks? Circe soon found herself in what the mundane called a 'kitchen', she scurried her way over thee fridge to find something to eat. Circe bit her lip as she pulled out a pack of red strawberries, pouring them onto a plate before picking one up and popping it into her mouth, only to taste bitterness from the strawberries. Circe stuck her tongue out as she pushed the plate away.

Her gaze soon trailed down to the ring that sat on her finger, it was pure gold with a red diamond glistening on the top. She couldn't help but feel the salty tears well up in her eyes, Circe quickly wiped away the tears as she heard the girl walking into the room.

"You're awake, finally." Circe muttered, "Where am I?"