Riding the Night [ Spritziekun ]

[Guest]

Ryder stared blankly at the road ahead. He was getting tired of being hunted down and trying to be killed. It was impossible. Those idiot humans had no idea who the hell they were messing with, and it was Ryder’s (and Dice’s) job to show them just who they were. Ryder ran a hand through his long black hair, black eyes scanning the road ahead of him. So… the humans thought they could murder him? Well, he’d had enough of what they obviously thought of as “games,” and was ready for a real massacre.

As the darkness of night closed in over the small town, Ryder shifted into his Shadow. His limbs elongated, his legs melted together, and he altogether transformed into something that looked nothing like the human version of Ryder. No… that’s why the Shadow’s name was Dice. Dice got his name, not after the dices that are used in games, but from how he tended to kill. With long fingers (that weren’t fingers; they were razor sharp claws, measuring at about one to two inches thick each), Dice tended to dice his prey into pieces.

Dice’s form was like a billowing black gown of death. The shadowy (wow, what a great description!) moved forward, merging through one of the walls of the closest house and sneaking into the bedroom of the sleeping couple. With a single, shrill scream from the woman, Dice ended both of them, blood only staying on his claws for a few seconds before it was absorbed into the misty shadow of his body. His eyes flashed a bright red—as they did whenever he absorbed blood—before going back to their regular, misty red. Leaving that house, Dice moved onto the next house.

Inside he heard the soft breathing of a woman. The house was roomy, and even Dice, with his cruel and ridiculously cold heart, found it warming. Moving onward, his footless body made only the slightest scuffle on the floor, like that of the wind blowing dead autumn leaves around. Moving to the bedroom, Dice stopped and breathed in the faint scent of perfume. She was alone. Most of the women around here were either dating (and sleeping under the same roof with them) or married (and sleeping under the same roof with them). A slight stir outside the room alerted Dice to the fact that others might’ve heard the screams of his first victim, and he melted back into the shadows, closing his eyelids so his bright red eyes wouldn’t give him away.

Not good… Dice thought to himself quietly. What if she wakes up? She can’t feel me… nor touch me… I’m just a Shadow. But if pressure comes down to it all, I might have to transform back into Ryder, and she can definitely see him. Fidgeting uselessly, and soundlessly, Dice hazarded to open one of his eyes, looking down onto the bed of the woman that lay there.

[ It’s short and sucky; only 491 words… Sorry ]

[Spritz]

Soft breathing...

That gentle sound was the giveaway of a peaceful sleep, belonging to the young woman burried in the covers of her bed. Down the hallway and past the closed door, the mighty grandfather clock ticked its way through the minutes, the sound lulling and helping to relax anxiety. The neighborhood was also fast asleep, nearly all of the windows drawn and dark, any lights most certainly dulled for the occupants resting inside of the houses. Ariana was no different from the rest, perfectly at ease and not suspecting anything to go wrong this night. After all, was there really a cause to worry?
Unknown to her, and the rest of these innocent people, locks and bolts would not keep out this new threat, this new deadly murderer. One that would kill in a heartbeat, one that was soley set on one thing...

Revenge.

Even as sleep engulfed her mind, this presence was drawing closer. A scream cut through the air, and though it was slightly muffled it immedietly made the woman shift, a soft nagging at the back of her mind she continued to push away. The slightest of noises helped to rouse her, a simple sound that she wouldn't have been alerted too on most occasions. Slowly, her eyes opened, hand reaching up to pull the covers tighter around her body. Whatever it was, it wasn't of much concern to her sleepy mind, so she let her lids fall closed once again. The thick silver moonlight streamed through the glass window, creating a wide rectangular shape of light on the floor.
Even with her eyes closed, Ariana sensed a shift in the air. She gave a soft sigh of hesitation, knowing that she wouldn't be able to get back to sleep for a while, until whatever was bugging her went away.

The young woman sat up in bed, frowning and reaching for the bedside lamp.
It was then that she froze. If she could have screamed, she would have; but what she was seeing made all sounds impossible, except a small gasp of pure disbelief. Her green eyes opened wide, sweat breaking out on her skin, staring into the shadows.
The peircing gaze that was returned made shivers crawl up and down her spine, goosebumps appearing on her skin. Was she seeing things!? Was this all a dream, one that she still had to wake up from!?

No. This creature was far too real to possibly be a dream, far to horrific- something that Ariana couldn't ever imagine inside one of her wildest nightmares. Though the form blended into the back almost perfectly, she could make out most of what was hiding there.

"What- Who are you!?"
Her hand moved closer to the lamp, fingers getting nearer and nearer until they suddenly shot forward, swiching it on and watching as light filled the spacious room.

(Oh dear... I'm sorry for this fail. Mine was shorter than yours by twenty words anyway. D: )

[Guest]

Dice grimaced to himself, opening his glowing red eyes as he stared into the darkness. The girl kept opening her eyes and closing them again, trying to be overtaken by sleep once more. Dice slunk around in the shadows, heading back towards the door. He’d go out, kill a few others, and then come back…foolproof plan, correct? He’d just come back as soon as he was absolutely, 100% sure that this…woman would be asleep. Her perceptiveness made him angry. She was supposed to be sleeping! Anyways, how could a woman, who was alone in this house, be woken so easily? The screams had been only momentary… So, he’d continue with his foolproof plan.

As soon as she moved, Dice shoved himself into the shadows again, closing his eyes and staring at the back of his eyelids. She started talking. To whom, Dice was completely unsure. Probably to him, seeing as she seemed to be asking “who was there.” Dice had a hard time comprehending English, even though his other form, Ryder, knew English to a T. It seemed that the differences between the two linked souls were more a hindrance than anything else. As soon as the light flicked on, Dice let out an ear-piercing screech, moving swiftly to another corner in the room where shadows were more plentiful. Still, the light burned his black, smoky skin, and little bits of it started to float off. Hissing and making a multitude of inhuman noises, Dice was forced to retreat back into Ryder’s form.

The black shadow melted back into his human form. Ryder’s hair sprouted from his head, his eyes turned back to a normal, human color, and the piercings that littered his face here and there materialized out of Dice’s immaterial body. The young adult, as soon as the last traces of Dice had left him, was left crouching on the floor, his hands gripping strands of his hair, as if hanging on for dear life. As soon as he realized that Dice was subdued, he looked up. The form of a terrified woman in bed. Ryder, being a guy, suddenly felt…a little more than awkward. Getting to his feet, he rubbed his eyes, allowing his eyes to adjust to the light that had suddenly sprouted around him. Dice was still grumbling inside of his head, listing long, black oaths into the man’s ears.

“Damn it, woman!” Ryder snapped, rubbing his temples in a stressed fashion. Looking down, Ryder saw traces of blood still on his hands, from the droplets of blood that Dice had not yet had a chance to process completely. Now Ryder was thoroughly upset. He was not used to being interrupted in his work, so this deterrence was really out-of-the-ordinary. Wiping the blood off on his black skinny-jeans, he stared into her eyes for a moment. Suddenly thinking of it, Ryder opened his mouth to speak again, “Pick up the phone and I’ll turn off that light and kill you.” Ryder had no problem with his morbid way of speaking; he did it very often. Everybody who didn’t know Ryder as Dice knew that his fashion of words were discomforting. It always made everybody wriggle in their seats, or get up and leave the room, pretending that they had something to do.

“You didn’t see anything, all right?” Ryder hissed underneath his breath, walking closer to her and pointing a finger right in her face. “If anybody hears about this I’m going to come back here and make sure nobody hears anything from you again!”

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