Dartho (not based on my old RPG)

Lady Beth said:
lol
I liked it. I finally caught up, now you have to pOOOst!
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lol....you must be a fast reader. :p

(chapter 6, part 6)

Tabitha was almost at the opening, the sounds of the shadow behind her very close that she could sense it.
Squeezing through the crack, Tabitha felt something grab ahold of the left sleeve of her long singlet.
Uttering a scream as she felt nails dig into the soft flesh of her shoulder, Tabitha wrenched free by lurching forward as she came out from the crevice.
The fabric of her singlet got torn, slight droplets of blood running free down her arm.
Tabitha hardly noticed this, nor did she acknowledge that she fell over onto the grime-covered floor of the underground sewer system.
Tabitha knew the shadow would come for her, it would come for her like it had come for Sammy and other orphans that were reported as missing, the bodies that were found, that is.

Standing up slowly, Tabitha clutched at her moon-shaped necklace, the iron points digging into the skin of her palm.
She began running, not at all sure where she would go, her shoulder starting to throb, the blood dripping slowly down her fingertips until mere specks hit the ground, lost in the grime-covered floor.
Tabitha kept running, the only instinct in her panic-stricken head that her body could obey: 'Run and hope it won't catch you.'

(End of Chapter 6)
 
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Oooh very descriptive and vivid Alex. I could just picture that scene in my head. I'm very much curious to what this shadow is though and I it keeps on killing orphans.
 
Sorry for the mistake in the last chapter, LB. But, I make it up all on here, not checking with Word first, so there may be a few mistakes.
Anyway, I'm amazed how long this story has lasted.


Chapter 7: The Desolate Orphan

Tabitha had made it to upper London, somehow she had escaped the sewers below her.
Crawling out from the crude hole that led to the sewers, Tabitha found herself in a darkened alleyway. It was day, but the fog and smoke was thick and overcast the sun.
Feeling disoriented, Tabitha crawled out onto the bleak cobblestoned ground, ignoring the dirt and dust that had scraped upon her already dirty long singlet.
Holding her sore arm from where the shadow had dug its nails into her, Tabitha winced in earnest.
Getting onto her knees, Tabitha felt tears stain her dust-covered cheeks as she boldly made the effort to stand up.
Swaying slightly as she stood upright, Tabitha glanced around at her surroundings, hoping of finding a place to rest. Or at most to flee to lest the shadow may come back for her.
Tabitha knew it would, it had followed her to the sewers, didn't it?
Not answering her own question in her mind, Tabitha felt the tears slide off her chin and collapse to the ground, leaving a small wet patch upon the ground that was never washed.
Tabitha did not see anyplace for her to go to, no place to hide. The alleyway itself led to a dead end, the only way out was forward to the streets of London or back down into the sewers from the large pipeline that she had just come from.

(to be continued)
 
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Lady Beth said:
Good job!:D
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Thank you! :D
Sorry I not update, have not had time to come on.

(Chapter 7, part 2)

Gripping her sore arm and trying to ignore the pain, Tabitha urged herself to step forward.
Tabitha managed to step forward, but the step was a slow one, her strength having been drained from her frantic fleeing of the shadow in the sewers.
That and with the blood she had lost, Tabitha only managed to step forward before she gave up. Sure, the streets of London were mere feet away, but to her mind's eye, a mere feet seemed like miles to Tabitha. If she was stronger, if she was more refreshed, if she was not injured and if she was not exhausted from starvation and energy, Tabitha may have made it.
But, it was not to be. Tabitha had taken her step forward, her last step. One meaningless effort, despite the odds against her. But, that step was just one too many for Tabitha.
With a weak sigh escaping her mouth, Tabitha fell down onto the cobblestoned alleyway, her body hitting the rocky pavement.
Tabitha lay motionless, unaware of the world around her, unaware that she had passed out and equally unaware of the looming shadow that had come up from behind her, bathing her frail form in darkness.

(to be continued)
 
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SimonW said:
Thank you! :D
Sorry I not update, have not had time to come on.

(Chapter 7, part 2)

Gripping her sore arm and trying to ignore the pain, Tabitha urged herself to step forward.
Tabitha managed to step forward, but the step was a slow one, her strength having been drained from her frantic fleeing of the shadow in the sewers.
That and with the blood she had lost, Tabitha only managed to step forward before she gave up. Sure, the streets of London were mere feet away, but to her mind's eye, a mere feet seemed like miles to Tabitha. If she was stronger, if she was more refreshed, if she was not injured and if she was not exhausted from starvation and energy, Tabitha may have made it.
But, it was not to be. Tabitha had taken her step forward, her last step. One meaningless effort, despite the odds against her. But, that step was just one too many for Tabitha.
With a weak sigh escaping her mouth, Tabitha fell down onto the cobblestoned alleyway, her body hitting the rocky pavement.
Tabitha lay motionless, unaware of the world around her, unaware that she had passed out and equally unaware of the looming shadow that had come up from behind her, bathing her frail form in darkness.

(to be continued)
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ZOMG! OMG!! OMG!! *grabs pillow and hides behind it* :p

jk.

Very nice!!:D I like it a lot! This part seeemed, (to me) like in those movies where the old man in the robe, with the pipe, is sitting in the wing-backed chair, and he narrates the story? Seems like that's what is going on in here...
I could picture it with the line "But it wa not to be." XD:p
 
GeNtLe SuSaN said:
ZOMG! OMG!! OMG!! *grabs pillow and hides behind it* :p

jk.

Very nice!!:D I like it a lot! This part seeemed, (to me) like in those movies where the old man in the robe, with the pipe, is sitting in the wing-backed chair, and he narrates the story? Seems like that's what is going on in here...
I could picture it with the line "But it wa not to be." XD:p
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lol....sorry I scared (startled more like) you.

Hmm....guess you are right. Guess I did something wrong, then. *sighs*
 
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SimonW said:
lol....sorry I scared (startled more like) you.

Hmm....guess you are right. Guess I did something wrong, then. *sighs*
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What do you mean, you did something wrong?! If everyone likes it the way it is, nothing is wrong!!! LOL!:p\


I was not startled-I-

I saw a...mouse!!:p
 
tottyfruitty said:
Oooooooooooh intriguing!
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lol, yeah. Dun worry, I know what happens next, I thought that ahead a week or so ago....just did not get the chance to come on.

Anyway, next part.

(Chapter 7, part 3)



The faint smell of flowers was in the air. The intoxicating aroma filled Tabitha's head with a picture in her mind.

She was in a field of wildflowers, her face was clean and her hair was a silky sheen as it seemed to shine in the sunlight. Tabitha was wearing a clean dress with lace frills at the bottom, a pearl ribbon tied around the upper waist area of her body.
She was sitting in a sideways position, her legs pulled up but to the side of her. Her dress seemed to flow in that direction, a small portion of white socks showing despite the long dress. Tabitha was also wearing some bright yellow shoes, ones that kids would wear when they were going on outings. It took Tabitha a second for her to realize she was still a kid, an orphan sure, but still a small child in an adult-driven world.
Sighing almost without noticing, Tabitha was propping herself up with her left arm, her other hand idley fondling the grass, allowing the soft blades to be swept through her delicate fingers.
'Am I dead?' Tabitha heard a voice ask in a hushed whisper on the gentle breeze.
It took her a moment, but Tabitha finally realized the voice was er own.
'Or have I just gone to Heaven?' her voice asked again, echoing around herself in the field of flowers.

(To be continued)
 
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Hehe thats good to know! You know what I like about your strys Alex? Well the chapters are really short and easy to read but also very descriptive and always leaving you hanging, wanting more :D.
 
tottyfruitty said:
Hehe thats good to know! You know what I like about your strys Alex? Well the chapters are really short and easy to read but also very descriptive and always leaving you hanging, wanting more :D.
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lol...yes, things are good to know. Um...what exactly is the good thing to know? lol.

Well, hard to say with chapters cause I make them up on here and break them down into parts. So, I just randomly decide when I think the chapters should finish. But, imagine the chapters as a whole...without being seperated into parts....they might be longer then you expect...or not, cause I don't really know how long they get.

Anyway, waiting for the others to catch up. I pity those who want to read it but have to start at the first page.
 
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tottyfruitty said:
Its good to know that you plan ahead and know what happens next :p.
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Yeah, maybe.....lol.

(chapter 7, part 4)

Tabitha could sense the fragrance of the flowers evaporate and her mind became clear as the scene washed away from her mind.
She opened her eyes and glanced around. Her eyes needed to adjust into focus for a second but Tabitha knew she was back in London because of the noise from the main street was nearby.
Glancing around, Tabitha saw she was in a differant alleyway then the one she had collapsed in. There was a piece of cloth stretched out on the ground that had most likely seen better days.
Tabitha slowly stood up onto her feet and gazed around. The alleyway led off into the shadows, one of the many openings to the back streets that were homes to some of the more wretched folks of London.
There was nobody around but Tabitha knew that somebody had carried her, maybe the shadow itself. But, why?

Suddenly, a noise startled Tabitha, it was the sound of footsteps coming from behind her.
Turning around, Tabitha saw it was the boy whom had helped her out before, the short one with red hair.
Ben was looking at Tabitha, he had hoped she would wake up. He had seen her laying on the ground outside the sewer tunnel and had picked her up because he figured she needed help. Of course, he was smaller then the girl, so had only managed as far as the alleyway to Downs Street before laying her on the ground to have a break.

(to be continued)
 
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