The Alexandru Chronicles: The Beginning by Julienne Holmes Page A
Authors: Julienne Holmes
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cesspool.
Mr Sandman, someone to hold
(Someone to hold)
Would be so peachy before we're too old
So please turn on your magic beam
Mr Sandman, bring us, please, please, please
Mr Sandman, bring us a dream
As she listened to the song wrap up, she found herself adding another song of ' I hate' to her list. That was too bad, because she had actually enjoyed listening to the oldies – now every time she heard this song, she'd be reminded of this night.
Oh, peachy.
As she listened to another bung, vibrate from the bedroom, she positioned herself on the right side of the bedroom's closed door frame and noted how her partner did the same on the other side.
Nervously looking over at her, he mouthed, “You ready.”
He had to be kidding.
She was so tempted to say no, but instead all she did was nod her head.
“You first, then.” frowning at him, he mouthed, “Your idea..., doll face.”
Snickering at him, she got in positioned to kick the door open.
It took only one kick for the door to fly open, and she couldn't help being surprised by how it didn't go flying, like the dust that had settled upon it, from it's hinges.
Quickly looking around the room, her surprise over the door was quickly replaced to now being relieved at seeing nobody there in the bedroom.
Yet, while she was relieved, she found herself even more astonished by not finding what she was expecting. It had taken her imagination concocting something so fantastically horrible, that she was slightly taken off guard.
Her stiff wasn't sitting up in his bed, with maggots crawling all over him and green ooze seeping out of him; his dead eyes staring at her and a sick smile plastered to that pasty face of his.
While she had imagined this to be what she would find, she couldn't say what was more disconcerting, an empty bedroom or what her imagination had stirred up.
Yet, it was the empty bedroom that had her taking a hesitant step back.
Where was the flesh and blood person, she had thought would be here?
She was so stumped by why there was nobody here, including her corpse, that she literally flinched when Kyle walked past her to the record player—that had finished playing the record and was now making this skipping, scratching, noise.
As her partner turned off the record player, her gaze continued to wander around the deserted bedroom.
Yet, what had her quickly looking back over at the record player, was when it suddenly dawned on her, that that piece of furniture hadn't been there before.
Where had it come from?
Going over to it, she fingered the rough surface, and looking nervously at her partner, she mumbled to herself, “This wasn't here, before.”
“You sure?”
Kyle's sudden voice, had her inwardly flinching. For a few brief moments, she just stood there silently staring at him.
“Ah, hell, Kyle... I don't know anymore...”
As she continued to silently survey the record player, it was then that she caught this slight movement out of the corner of her eye. Swiftly turning around, she was very much surprised when she saw that nobody was standing there. She had been almost positive that she had felt and saw someone run past, but apparently there was no one there.
“Gen...”
After apprehensively looking back over at her partner, she cautiously moved over to the bedroom door.
As she stared outside into the living room, she noted that the apartment's door was now closed.
Had they closed the door?
She couldn't remember closing it.
Yet, it was possible that her or Kyle had closed it.
It was as she was perplexedly staring at the apartment's door, that Kyle said, “I believe you, when you say that this wasn't here before...” he skimmed his fingers over the record player's rough dusty surface. Adverting her gaze away from the door, she puzzlingly stared at him. “Besides, why would something this old be in a drug dealers apartment...? This looks like an antique...”
That was the question, wasn't it.
Yet, she hadn't an answer to
Mr Sandman, someone to hold
(Someone to hold)
Would be so peachy before we're too old
So please turn on your magic beam
Mr Sandman, bring us, please, please, please
Mr Sandman, bring us a dream
As she listened to the song wrap up, she found herself adding another song of ' I hate' to her list. That was too bad, because she had actually enjoyed listening to the oldies – now every time she heard this song, she'd be reminded of this night.
Oh, peachy.
As she listened to another bung, vibrate from the bedroom, she positioned herself on the right side of the bedroom's closed door frame and noted how her partner did the same on the other side.
Nervously looking over at her, he mouthed, “You ready.”
He had to be kidding.
She was so tempted to say no, but instead all she did was nod her head.
“You first, then.” frowning at him, he mouthed, “Your idea..., doll face.”
Snickering at him, she got in positioned to kick the door open.
It took only one kick for the door to fly open, and she couldn't help being surprised by how it didn't go flying, like the dust that had settled upon it, from it's hinges.
Quickly looking around the room, her surprise over the door was quickly replaced to now being relieved at seeing nobody there in the bedroom.
Yet, while she was relieved, she found herself even more astonished by not finding what she was expecting. It had taken her imagination concocting something so fantastically horrible, that she was slightly taken off guard.
Her stiff wasn't sitting up in his bed, with maggots crawling all over him and green ooze seeping out of him; his dead eyes staring at her and a sick smile plastered to that pasty face of his.
While she had imagined this to be what she would find, she couldn't say what was more disconcerting, an empty bedroom or what her imagination had stirred up.
Yet, it was the empty bedroom that had her taking a hesitant step back.
Where was the flesh and blood person, she had thought would be here?
She was so stumped by why there was nobody here, including her corpse, that she literally flinched when Kyle walked past her to the record player—that had finished playing the record and was now making this skipping, scratching, noise.
As her partner turned off the record player, her gaze continued to wander around the deserted bedroom.
Yet, what had her quickly looking back over at the record player, was when it suddenly dawned on her, that that piece of furniture hadn't been there before.
Where had it come from?
Going over to it, she fingered the rough surface, and looking nervously at her partner, she mumbled to herself, “This wasn't here, before.”
“You sure?”
Kyle's sudden voice, had her inwardly flinching. For a few brief moments, she just stood there silently staring at him.
“Ah, hell, Kyle... I don't know anymore...”
As she continued to silently survey the record player, it was then that she caught this slight movement out of the corner of her eye. Swiftly turning around, she was very much surprised when she saw that nobody was standing there. She had been almost positive that she had felt and saw someone run past, but apparently there was no one there.
“Gen...”
After apprehensively looking back over at her partner, she cautiously moved over to the bedroom door.
As she stared outside into the living room, she noted that the apartment's door was now closed.
Had they closed the door?
She couldn't remember closing it.
Yet, it was possible that her or Kyle had closed it.
It was as she was perplexedly staring at the apartment's door, that Kyle said, “I believe you, when you say that this wasn't here before...” he skimmed his fingers over the record player's rough dusty surface. Adverting her gaze away from the door, she puzzlingly stared at him. “Besides, why would something this old be in a drug dealers apartment...? This looks like an antique...”
That was the question, wasn't it.
Yet, she hadn't an answer to
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