The Red Rebel Extravaganza - 3rd pers. fantasy - horror/thriller scene
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EnglishVoice Age
Young Adult (18-35)Accents
North American (US General American - GenAM)Transcript
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Copper continued to walk. The floors creaked and the darkness consumed the halls as the lighting was dim in some spots and wholly absent in others. She turned a corner and wandered into a corridor with halls going in four different directions. A circle of moonlight whitewashed the tiled floors, unsure of where to go or what to do next. She stood in the safety of the light. I didn't take anything she called to the powers that be sure there had to be a guard or warden. Someone who kept the place in line, that stupid amulet, howls of anguish battered her from every direction. The doors that lined the hallway rattled in their frames. A prowling growl rolled through the hall from the opposite end, forcing her to retreat into the nearest room, slamming the door behind her cobber backed herself into a corner. Something skittered across her foot. Fingers emerged from the overgrowth of rotted plants and filth that crawled up the wall. Copper shrieked, lurching away from the wall and throwing creeping things from her arms. Her hands trembled as she moved to the door, she peered out through the keyhole and found the glow of a red eye illuminating it from the other side. She gasped and shoved away from it. A beast made of shadow fractured it off its hinges, barely missing copper. When it crashed into the nearest piece of furniture, the shattered bed frame gave her a temporary weapon to take with her. She palmed it like a bat ready to swing at anything in her way. Stay back. She dodged the dazed beast as it staggered, shaking its head, small and large pieces of wood sprayed in every direction. The shadows that swirled around it never fully dispersed. Giving this wolf shaped creature exaggerated features with oversized eyes and lethal fangs. You shouldn't exist anymore. Copper thought her stomach working into painful knots. She stumbled through the halls until she reached the long abandoned grand ballroom. Copper slammed the doors behind her and took a moment to catch a breath. Turning. She looked up and saw exactly why it had been left to rot. An incoherent gurgle of disgust poured from her lips as her mind faltered to comprehend the next danger ahead. Giant spiders hung from broken chandeliers overhead. She was afraid of the beast in the hall, but it must have known the bigger predator in the ballroom as it did not barrel in after her.