Post by Oddity on Aug 16, 2009 21:12:42 GMT -5
Hawthorne Laboratory.
Why did only the name, black letters on a sign above the door, send a chill down Fisk's spine? Turn his veins to ice? He cocked his head and furrowed his brow.
The sun was, thankfully, hidden behind a gauzy sky of cloudscape, and a stiff breeze shifted the trees outside the laboratory. Shaaa-shaaa. Leaves brushed against one another, the sound akin to a rainstorm. The clouds dyed everything a diluted gray, throwing dark shadows on the puzzled dog below, who still stood in such confusion as emotions he didn't think were his ripped through his chest, a painful ache of sorrow and regret that he couldn't explain. He- the one without a sob story, carefree as every member of Divertido was, if not more so. So why was he here, feeling this pain? He didn't have any answers, and that in itself scared him. He got up quickly, pacing before the building, looking through the windows with wide eyes. Nothing visible, too much dust and darkness, and then, something moved-
He exploded backward, yelping in surprise. A human's face in the window missed him only by seconds as he ducked below the sill.
The confused man looked around once more, shrugged, and retreated into the darkness. Fisk crouched beneath the glass pane, still breathing hard, his pupils filling his eyes. Horrible. It was horrible, the way a human's face held such intensity. Why was he here? He wanted so badly to cut across the grass and hit the streets, duck into the alleys and disappear. But he couldn't move, frozen by fear- what if that face were still in the window, smiling? All blunt teeth and those insane eyes, the eyes of a killer. He set his jaw, gritted his teeth, and ever so slowly forced himself into the open. Crisis averted. Run for your life, Fisk! Hahaha. Relief flooded his mind, he smiled.
He started padding away, picking up speed, feeling the elation of escaping with a harrowing story, and no scars to speak of, but BAM. He was standing still, feeling the pain in his throat and chest, turning back toward the laboratory despite his best efforts. The breeze fluffed his fur, his eyes reflecting the clouds above, vacant as he stared back at the building. Horrible black letters. Human's predatory grins. What was he forgetting? Unsmiling, he stepped forward tentatively, lifting his paw without a sound, placing it before him, all sound disappearing from his ears-
It HIT.
Screaming. Screaming. Blood. So much screaming!- Run! Run! RUN!
He collapsed, felt his skull hit the soft grass. The world started to fade. his tongue lolling vacantly from his mouth.
Wait, wait, don't faint, old boy, this territory- isn't this Sha'Moo-
Everything was black. The sun reappeared. Wind shifted his fur, his unconscious form stark against the dark grass, the tree above casting beautiful shadows. As if he were sleeping, so peaceful, in such a terrible place. A smart canine wouldn't do that, unless he were foolishly brave.
