The boots of a certain female mutt would make a revolting squelching noise against the mud. Rain hammered down on the poor woman as she navigated the slums cluttered street, eventually reaching her destination… The house was large, containing four stories, sitting in the center of the slum. Many windows surrounded the walls and roof of the building, alas all bordered up, taking the appearance of an abandoned manor of sorts. The woman lowered a hand, retrieving a copper key her brother granted her. The mutt took a moment, gazing down at the key that was not pointed towards the lock… A flashback of the previous events that had taken place in this very building struck her… 'What am I going to find?... Is he going to do it again?... Is he even here?... Does he even want help?... What if he tries to kill me?...' The questions circling the woman's brain, causing a small dizzy spell, catching her self on the door.
"Get a fucking grip, you scared git." She muttered bitterly to herself, pushing the key into the hole, twisting it and slowly opening the door. A horrid, long creek would fill the first floor, the mutts hairs standing on end but alas she was committed, slowly drawing herself into the dark room.
"Ruban?.." The mutt whispered into the room… Though there was no reply..
The mutt made her way through the room, reaching the steps by memory and climbing them slowly, filling the entire house with a painful number of high creeks. Reaching the top, the mutt could see the next floor was empty as well and through further progress… So was the next… Leading only a final room… The attic. With a gulp, the mutt started to make her way up the final flight of stairs, lowering a hand to coil her fingers around the hilt of her dagger.
"R-ruban?... It's me… Ed.." The mutt gently called as her head finally peaked over the floors…
A mere flicker of a gaze and her entire reality would begin to crumble.
Laying on the floor would be a dry pool of blood... Before it would be a number of feathers, followed by the torn, rotting carcass of a Falcon that had once been held dear to Ruban... The Mutt allowed her gaze to raise slightly, only to choke.
Pressed against the wall, mere feet away would be the shape of a frail man chained to the wall. Blood coated the man and what the chains did not hide revealed bone exposure of the arm, the body was unmoving and undoubtedly cold.
Tears gushed out from the corners of the woman's eyes, staining her cheeks as her legs grew wobbly, catching herself on the floor edge.
"R-ruban?" Whined the disbelieving woman, her eyes falling upon the corpses face… It was him… It was Ruban… It was her brother...
"Get a fucking grip, you scared git." She muttered bitterly to herself, pushing the key into the hole, twisting it and slowly opening the door. A horrid, long creek would fill the first floor, the mutts hairs standing on end but alas she was committed, slowly drawing herself into the dark room.
"Ruban?.." The mutt whispered into the room… Though there was no reply..
The mutt made her way through the room, reaching the steps by memory and climbing them slowly, filling the entire house with a painful number of high creeks. Reaching the top, the mutt could see the next floor was empty as well and through further progress… So was the next… Leading only a final room… The attic. With a gulp, the mutt started to make her way up the final flight of stairs, lowering a hand to coil her fingers around the hilt of her dagger.
"R-ruban?... It's me… Ed.." The mutt gently called as her head finally peaked over the floors…
A mere flicker of a gaze and her entire reality would begin to crumble.
Laying on the floor would be a dry pool of blood... Before it would be a number of feathers, followed by the torn, rotting carcass of a Falcon that had once been held dear to Ruban... The Mutt allowed her gaze to raise slightly, only to choke.
Pressed against the wall, mere feet away would be the shape of a frail man chained to the wall. Blood coated the man and what the chains did not hide revealed bone exposure of the arm, the body was unmoving and undoubtedly cold.
Tears gushed out from the corners of the woman's eyes, staining her cheeks as her legs grew wobbly, catching herself on the floor edge.
"R-ruban?" Whined the disbelieving woman, her eyes falling upon the corpses face… It was him… It was Ruban… It was her brother...
OOC:
Another non-cannon but possible future cannon story from me!.. Rubans been put in a bad place and may be killed in this way sometime soon... Depending on how the plot goes, but in case it didn't I really enjoyed the thought of the ending since it fitted him so well so I decided to write one up... Uh.. Yeah... Hope you enjoyed... Feel free to give criticism.
@skullpanda90
Another non-cannon but possible future cannon story from me!.. Rubans been put in a bad place and may be killed in this way sometime soon... Depending on how the plot goes, but in case it didn't I really enjoyed the thought of the ending since it fitted him so well so I decided to write one up... Uh.. Yeah... Hope you enjoyed... Feel free to give criticism.
@skullpanda90
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