What does someone even do in a horror movie?
There was no question about it now. The shadow thing definitely had something to do with this. It had led her here to kill her, saved her to have her. Not just that but so that it and its buddy could share.
Or maybe they were on alternating duties? She strongly believed that it was only one shadow that she had encountered on all those occasions, though. Something about it felt very distinct, as if it couldn't be mistaken for another.
For goodness' sake, she felt crazy thinking the way she was. Magic, supernatural things, and sentient shadows! Ah, fuck! But she had been stuck with this shadow and seen so many deaths that it would be nothing but absolute foolishness to doubt that it was real.
That it knew what it was doing and that it had something to do with why she was here.
Gadton had taught her, along with her many husbands, that everything came at a price. This was the price she would have to pay for it killing all her husbands and saving her. For Fuck's sake, she never asked it to interfere in the first place!
She must be a rare delicacy for it and its buddy to have waited that long. Well, they were being delusional if they thought she would just submit and let them feast on her.
Latya started to crawl her way down, grabbing her gun that had thankfully fallen next to her, and noticing at that moment that her palms were also bleeding, but each blood trail she left behind was absorbed by the coffins.
She really had to get out of here.
With the enormous pain that swept through her constantly with each movement, it was hard to stay silent and not cry out in agony, but she forced herself to, fearing alerting the supernatural things that she was certain had no good plans for her.
They probably already knew that she was here. They must be watching her from somewhere. She looked around quickly, suddenly feeling watched. There was no one there, but she couldn't shake off the feeling.
It felt as if a pair of eyes were glued to her every move and wouldn't look away no matter what. Her hands quivered on the coffins as she continued to crawl, the pain from her back and ankle killing her, and slowing her down tremorously.
These coffins must be the place where they trap their victims. Goodness! She was certainly not their first, and she wouldn't be their last!
Fuck, she was crawling on her grave! What if they opened up and swallowed her?
Sweat consumed every inch of her as she realized even more what a dangerous situation she was in. She tried to find something within her control to worry about once again, as she usually would in situations like this, to take her mind away from the fact that her life was at a risk, one that was much out of her control.
But she couldn't.
No matter how hard she tried, she couldn't. The whole of her was in danger, and the situation was vastly out of her control. Her gun was her only solace for two reasons. She had three bullets left. One for each if she were to face them. Something deep within her knew that her gun was nothing against what she stood against. What were bullets against a shadow?
That was why she had her second plan. The third bullet was her. A bullet to the head should be better than being killed by monsters.
Her landing was not as gentle as she had calculated, and she ended up putting more weight on her injured ankle. A cry cut through her lips, ringing from the depths of her throat. When she feel silent, her cries echoed back to her, a strange wind swept through the cave as the old fashioned lamps flickered off leaving her in darkness but not for long.
The moon seemed to shine down even more on her and these two coffins that stayed directly under the cave opening.
Latya froze for a moment, noticing the light that Tears welled up in her eyes, and a humourless laughter bubbled from her. "Is this fun for you?"
There was certainly no way she would just sit here and rot till the shadows are bored enough to come and get her. She stood up, trying to find a way out of her despite the darkness in other parts of the cave. She cast the coffins a final glance to ensure nothing was crawling out of them, but that certainly was a mistake. A force seemed to possess her with reckless inquisitiveness, and her heart seemed to tug towards the coffins. What if someone was trapped there and needed to be free? What if the reason why the shadow had led her here was to be saved with her help and not to kill her? After all, it had ensured that she was alive, and if it wanted to kill her, it would have by now.
Also, her pain had almost vanished. She was still injured, and she could still feel it, but it had been dulled by like 70%.
What the hell was happening?
She was certainly not thinking straight, her mind suddenly felt incapable of that. It was as if a force tugged at her heart, pulling her towards the coffins, her body obeying its insanity. It was the strangest feeling, and her body quivered not with cold but with the fear of it.
What was this irresistible feeling?
In a moment, she found herself looking for an opening, her upper part of her gun tucked into the pocket of her black jeans, but the second she placed her hands on the coffins, the lids pushed back and slipped to the ground.
"Fuck." She quickly reached for her gun and took a step back, but nothing happened after that. Then she felt the pull again, stronger than it was before. She took a step forward till she could see inside the coffins.
Goodness, they were human.
Men.
They were draped in strange white garments, a sharp contrast against their dark skin, one that she could get a good view of because the garments let their chest open where different tattoos interlinked from their necks to as much of their torso as she could see. There was a crescent moon tattooed on their foreheads, and they both had silver hair. Short hair for the one on the right with a long scar across his face, and long hair for the one on the left.
What were they? Twins? Non-identical ones, though, because they looked really different from the other and could definitely be told apart. Brothers, then? Really good friends?
They didn't even look dead.
Why were they here?
What was going on?
She tucked her gun back into her pocket. This felt so strange that she wanted to turn and leave, but instead, she got closer, her hands itching to touch, to touch and feel nothing so she could tell herself that this was a dream, that they weren't real, and hopefully she would wake up from this ridiculous hallucination.
The silky feeling beneath her hand felt too real, this was the texture she expected her wigs to come in.
A warmth spread through her, a strange sense of peace, her mind went blank with no sense of worry. It was so calming. She had never felt this at ease in her entire life, at least not that she could remember. It was so peacefully overwhelming that tears rolled down her cheeks. Her hands moved from their hair to their faces, leaving blood trails behind.
Wait, she was still bleed—-
She caught her blood absorbing into their skin as it had the coffin, and without warning, their eyes shot open.