One That Walks On Four Claws by velvet-sometimes, literature
Literature
One That Walks On Four Claws
The room is dark, illuminated only by the moonlight shining through open windows. The figure of a teenage girl tosses and turns on her stomach in a twin-sized bed. Pillows and blankets are sprawled across it and part of the floor. It is yet another humid night.
A draft causes the curtains of the double windows pressed against her bed to flutter. The small breeze lifts the papers on the table and scatters them across the room.
The crinkling of falling paper causes the girl to groan and open her eyes. (The sparse light turns her grey eyes white.) She lifts her head and looks over at the bedside table; a clock glowing blue reads "4 am" in bl
Easy there, Alexandra said, her hands up to either side. No need to get violent
Violent? I aint begun to get violent on ye. Across the room, Beto was holding a gun on her. A Hikari Sulu sliver gun, one pull of the trigger would send ten 9mm slivers of metal across the room at her at just under sonic speeds, turning Alexandras insides into so much once-living soup. Hed produced it moments before, after speaking with Davian.
Davian, Alex asked calmly, What seems to be the problem here?
The Greek she was addressing had leaned his shoulder against the wall
Young but old, lasy but active. Like to travel, to sing, to help others. Friendly but alone) So, I try to show my soul and feelings through my lyrics. Welcome!) I,m always seventeen years old)