Waking Dreams, Madness before method..

[Dawnshade]

Her fingers struck the keys with vicious precision. The harsh notes echoed out of the chamber and into the main gallery. The ivory keys were filthy with years of dirt and grime. A few more raggered notes fluttered out of the door before the instrument fell silent.

A young woman sat before the piano, hair cascading down her back and hanging before her eyes. It was as wild and fiery as her amber eyes. Her clothes were tattered and torn, a pair of sweat pants with no knees and a grey hoody. The sun streamed through a high window, it illuminated the dusty chamber and tarnished candlesticks.

"Worthless," she murmured under her breath, eyeing the keys with distaste. She dragged a finger up the scales, leaving a trail through the grit. The church was empty and abandoned. Devils with beedy stone eyes stared down from the walls, judging the broken young woman before them. She could feel their heavy gaze on her back.

[SifuFox]

It was a soothing day, nothing was heard but the notes of a piano coming from the abandoned church nearby. Everything was still, except the disturbance of a young short teen. He was no older then fifteen, but his black khaki pants and white dress shirt made him look like a business man.

He stood, staring at the church, hands in pocket, but for the occasional movement in which he would sweep his hair from his eyes. His bangs covered his face, only stopping at his mouth. The sound of the piano had stop, just as suddenly as it had begun, and silence once again began to creep into the open.

He had been mesmerized by the music, but now that it had stoped, he lost his attention.
He started to walk up to the church door, curious of what or who was inside. The path to the church was dark and creepy. He couldn't help but feel like he was being watched, by someone or something, but no one was around.

His hand had barely touch the church door knob before he heard his own scream echoing in his ears, and turned around only to find nothing. Confused and dazed, he stood there, trying to process what had just happened, until he decided that it was just a illusion, he couldn't tell if he had actually shouted, or heard his own voice in his mind. He just stood there, waiting to see if something else would happen.

[Stealth Irony]

As the sun glared through the window, he took a look outside. A clear seemingly relaxed day is what it was. The clock had barely struck 11 A.M. " They won't be here for hours, might as well enjoy it while it lasts. " He grabbed his helmet and headed towards the garage.

" What to take.. " the young man thought to himself. He wore a leather jacket with a black tee shirt, blue cargo pants, and camouflaged hunting boots. A long narrow black case was strapped to his back. He had long brown hair that came out of the bottom of the helmet, and when his visor allowed them to be seen; his eyes appeared to be somewhat, purple.

As he climbed onto his Harley Davidson Sportster, he told himself, " Gotta be back about three. " He rev'd the engine and took off out of the garage and down the road.

He rode down the road for about an hour, just enjoying the rush of air, when he came upon a church. Hearing stories of this church and laughing, he slowed down to take a look at it. A kid was standing out the front, seemingly mesmerized. " Damn kids always playing around where they shouldn't be," he said to himself before gunning the throttle again.

[Dawnshade]

She pushed back from the old piano letting one hand fall heavily upon the lower notes. The piano released a long strung out moan before fallen silent as the tomb in which it rested. The young woman sauntered and swayed along the aisle between the pews and made her way towards the heavy arch doors. A splinter lodged itself deeply in her palm as she heaved a wooden panel aside and slithered through the narrow opening into the light of day.

Camriel's half mad gaze landed upon a silent figure, a young man headed in her direction. Her lips quirked a little as she pointed him out to herself, long spindly figures caressing him from a distance. The light breeze was unable to lift her mattered locks from their rest, dirt and grime weighing heavily upon the dark red tressels.

The small graveyard that surrounded the old church like a moat was quaint and broken, tombstones tumbled to their own graves and tree roots unearthing things best left buried. It was the mighty roar of a motorcycle that penetrated the solemn quiet of the little desolate haven, drawing Camriel's wandering attentions as she turned her pointed finger in its direction with some swiftness.

The engine of the bike cut out suddenly as a spark of something unearthly flickered in the broken woman's eyes.

[Stealth Irony]

Just after gunning the throttle, the Harley died suddenly and silently. "What the hell?! " he exclaimed as the bike starts to shake, he jumps off the back before it falls and smashes into a pole. The man hits the ground with a good amount of force before rolling and skidding to a stop.

He watches his beloved Sportster go nose first into a ditch and flip into a fence. Falc rolls himself off to the side of the road and slowly gets up. Looking down and dusting himself off, besides a gash on his knee, he had only minor injuries. "Okay, I seem alright... damn knee though.. how's the bike?" he said as he limped over to the Harley. "Damn.. this needs a bit of fixing.. what the hell happened.. alright I'll call someone to come get me...wait where's my phone? I don't have time for this..." Falc looks down to see a cellphone smashed and scattered across the road. "Well this is just great.. That kid at that Church.. Maybe even the church.. they should have a phone."

Falc turns around to look at the church. There is what seems to be the old statue of an angel, glaring down. "This is all your fault.. damn you!" He said as he began a slow limp towards the dark structure.

[SifuFox]

Kuang snapped out of his daydream as he heard something hit the ground, hard, and whirled around instantly out of instinct only to catch the bike skidding to a stop. He couldn't find the owner of the bike, which had somewhat worried him.

"Possibility he was crushed under the bike?" Kuang whispered under his breath. The thought of finding a body under the bike, dead, spooked him.

He was reluctant to move with the thought clinging to his mind, however standing here was no good. He started to slowly walk to the bike, but he caught someone out of the corner of his eye. He was leaning against a statue of an angel, a long black case protruded from his back.

Kuang had to repress the urge to ask him what was inside of it, however the possbilities of it being a bomb had started to creep into his mind. He looked back at the bike and then at the figure.

"Wow, I must've been in thought for a while for him to get over here," he muttered under his breath, just so the man against the statue couldn't hear him.

"Hey, are you alright?" His voice had barely come out, and even what did come out, was low and hoarse.

[Dawnshade]

The old churchyard was an overgrown paradise of shrubs and wilting trees. The sun fell upon the greenery from its noon time height casting shadows across the graveyard and along the gravel path. Camriel dipped in and out of the shade with ease as she wandered towards the two gentlemen, her trail winding and overlapping. Her ghostly figure was just another trembling tree trunk in the shadows.

The church got very little in the way of visitors since its doors had closed for good, leaving an empty cemetry and silent hallowed halls. This made the company especially intriguing for the woman; excitement whispered in her veins, along with something far more sinister and hungry. An unsated appetite that clawed at her stomach and torn mind.

The old fallen leaves made for quiet footsteps as she stalked her way forwards nearing the stone guardian. Her fingers clenched tightly into fists as she licked her lips. A soft humming, that was remenisce of a bumblebee carried on the sunny breeze.

[Stealth Irony]

Falc slowly stood up from against the statue. He turned around to have a look at it. "Damn your ugly." He said to it. Falc turned around again and sat on the base of the statue.

"Oh now your awake? Yeah thanks for all the assistance back there. Next time I need someone to be oblivious to a huge crash, I'll be sure to give you a call." Now feeling a little bad for being so harsh to the kid, he looks up. "What was with you? I know that crash was anything but quiet, and you didn't give a flinch. I walked over here to see if you had a phone, but you had such a stupid oblivious look on your face, I didn't have the heart to disturb you." He looked back down, "And to answer your question, Yeah, I'm fine." He said as he looked at his knee which has begun healing already.

Slowly getting up again, "What's in there?" he walked towards the church, only to stop suddenly. "There's a cold presence here..I feel it." he thought to himself, as he began to walk again.

[SifuFox]

The man just suddenly stood up, took a few steps, stoped, and started again towards the church door.

Kuang was irriated at the reply he was given, and thought of just walking away, ignoring any pleas given to him. However, it was something he just couldn't do.
"If your going to ask for help maybe you should do so nicely." He said calmly, ignoring all the other remarks made.
"Anyways, I don't have a phone on me." Kuang liked to stay clear of people like him, seemingly ungrateful and only talked to you when they were in need. However, he was jumping to conclusions, he barely met the guy.

Kuang didn't like the feeling he had in his stomach, it felt as though as his stomach was sinking. A shiver crawled up his spine while he stood there. He wanted him to see if his reaction for touching the door knob would be similar to his, or if his scream was rather something wrong with him.

He took off, nearly tripping over himself to catch up to this man.
"My name Kuang, Kuang Tianning, whats yours?"

[Dawnshade]

Two peering eyes observed the halting journey the pair made towards the church doors. Before they could reach the old stone steps Camriel stepped out of the shadows and moved towards them, hips swaying ryhthmically. The dusty sweatpants barely clung to her hips, her form was thin and wasted, leaving her sexually unappealing.

"Step away," she hissed ferally at the two men. Her left hand made a grasping motion towards the pair, and the piles of rotted timber that had once barred the old arcing door sprung from the ground to nail themselves across the gap she had herself exited from.

A chilling breeze blew across the graveyard, a strange occurance on such a sunny day. Along with the cooling wind came limp grey clouds gathering in the distance.

[Stealth Irony]

"Alright kid whatever you say." He said as he marched slowly toward the church. "Name's Falc. Just Falc... Hey kid, you ever go in this place?" He asked as a chill went down his back. "What the hell is going on here?!" He said to himself when he suddenly heard a voice.

"Who said that?! Falc yelled as he turned to see a woman. Not knowing what to make of her he asked, "Are you okay?" Thinking for a minute. "Where the hell did you come from?"

"Come on, we're going to see what's in this place.. We can call someone to come and get us, maybe get you some food.. or a doctor." Falc looked back at Kuang to see how he was doing. "Yo kid, how's it going?" He wasn't sure if the Kuang was just being quiet, or had been put back in that stupidified state from before.

[SifuFox]

Kuang snapped out of his trance and looked at the mysterious women. His arm rose, perpendicular to the ground, and his fingers curled into a ball, except one, pointing straight at the women. Forgetting all manner of thought of any threat or danger she might be to them, he yelled, "WHO THE HELL ARE YOU!?"

He turned to face Falc, only to stare blankly at him for a moment. Then answered, "How are we going to get in there?"

He turn to face the women and politily asked, "Excuse me, but do you have a phone?"

[Dawnshade]

"Camriel Vauldi Ezmeralda Rolfe," she purred dangerously at the young man.

She took a few more steps closer towards the unlikely pair, bringing with her the humming of bees and scent of sulphur, a burning noxious odor.

"Get off my property," she hissed at them, crossing her arms across her chest and baring rotted teeth. The door behind them rattled loudly, before slamming soundly closed against the door jamb. A curl of steam curled from under the door and rose into the darkening afternoon sky.

[Stealth Irony]

"What are you talking about, 'your property?' This place is abandoned and we're going to go inside to see what's in there." He started his march towards the door again, "C'mon kid lets go, your welcome to join us if you want."

"All this trouble, I should have stayed home today damnit!" He thought to himself as he picked up a stick. Before reaching the steps to the building.

[SifuFox]

"I have a name you know." Kuang responded irritably. He started to slow walkly up to the steps, trying to decide wether or not I'd be worth it to defy this mysterious women. Should've ran when I heard the bike crashed, he thought to himself. He didn't really have any buiness with the church, but he was too far in too back out. Besides, he was curious as hell what was inside.

He reached the steps before asking, "Would you mind to take off the planks off the door, they reek." He gave the women a smile and waited for her answer.