She shook with fear as her blood pounded in her ears. Her breath came out in paniked gasps that echoed in the dark alleyway. Her mind screamed at her body to shut up. "They'll hear you! They'll sense you! Oh, please God, don't..." He was standing outside the glow of a streetlamp when she causiously opened one eye and then the other. She looked at the figure that the shadows seemed to asore. Soft music began to play and hypnotixed the haunted girl. He reached out a hopeful hand toward her. She gripped his hand and a mixture of tears fell through the inky blackness toward the cold, heartless light. The music played on. She walked slowly as he glided and flowed around her. He led her to a place that was almost completely swamped in darkness. The only light eminated froman old lantern in the corner. He danced happily around the room as the light chased but never caught him. An unfamiliar noise reached her ears. It had never been heard before, but there it was. Laughter. Her laughter. She ran to him and he engulfed her. She opened her to thank him for his wonderful gift, but he brushed her face softly and seemed to say "Stop. No need. I know." Tears of joy and disbelief dropped on his hand and formed intertwining crystalline shapes agaist the void. The music played on. A horrible noise found its way into the ears of the two content companions. A sound so terrible, so evil it could not be described. It was the sound of pointless, illogical hatred. She cried out in terror. He caressed her and tried desperently to comfort her. He glanced up angerily at the infernal noise and grew cold with a sad fury. He drifted towards the sound of ignorance. The music played on. She heard the noise change into screams of horror and confusion. He had surrounded them in cold darkness. They reached for the light that no longer could touch them and give them power. They screamed for her and pleaded anxiously with him, "Let us go! Let us go! We'll be good! We will! We will!" but he didn't listen. She found her way to him and touched his hand. He looked up confused when she shook her head. "They hurt you.", his eyes said sadly. "I know", her eyes replied. "I want them to stop making you suffer. I can't let them hurt you. You belong to me. You are a shadowdweller." "Not like this" The light found them. The music played on. They dropped at her feet and she stared coldly at her tormentors. "Forgive us. Forgive us. We did not know! We did not understand!" they gasped. Tears of frustration spilled down her cheeks as he wavered protectively near her. Ever so softly, a singular word made itself heard in the lonely night "Why?" Sobbing uncontrollably she shrieked the word over and over. They stared speechless at her as he glared accusingly at them. Regaining some control she demanded an answer but there was none to give. They shook with fear and grief and sobbed apologies to the pitiful creature standing before them. The wind took their forms away. The music played on. Her mind saw slow motion as she turned to look at his fading image. Crying out she reached for his arm, and caught nothing. A force hit her and a bright light flashed. She was staring at a man's kind concerned face, "We will continue this tomorrow", he said reaching for the radio. She glanced up and read the sign above her head "Kayvelt Mental Institution". She fell back and closed her eyes. The music stopped.
Well? Praise? Flames? Should I just hand it over to Mike and the bots?