TheVoiceWithout
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- Sep 27, 2012
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Rain poured down from the sky in buckets; large fat drops that exploded on impact, drenching the soil, the trees, the road, everything. The street twisted and wove before them like a great black snake, shimmering in the headlights as they sped along, tree branches reaching down from the shadows like angry gnarled hands attempting to snatch them from their path and drag them off into the dark forest beyond. The grumble and roar of the engine was barely audible over the sound of the rain, and Rick had long since given up on getting anything out of the radio besides static and white noise. Wherever they were, the storm had encased them, closed them off from the outside world and thrust them wholly into this dark, deserted forest. He’d never taken this way before, but with the road construction a few miles back, he’d been forced to turn off and find an alternate way home. He had come to regret the decision since entering the forest, when the clouds had burst as though slit from end to end by an enormous knife, spilling their cold, harsh contents across the landscape.
It had been a good day up until that point, no, a wonderful day, actually. They spent the morning with a few friends, had lunch at a small café recommended for its crepes and coffee, and then spent the afternoon wandering along a well hidden trail out among the hills. Twilight came early, the sunset almost completely invisible thanks to the charcoal grey cloudbank that had rolled in, and they had set off for home, his place that night, only slightly annoyed that their outing had been cut short by the weather. The night was still young, though it could have been midnight already, judging by the encroaching darkness and the sinister look of the forest around them, and when they reached home there would be plenty of ways they could entertain each other…
Rick’s eyes darted up towards the rearview mirror, showing only their own reflection, soft hazel mixed with copper and bronze, before he adjusted the mirror in order to see behind them once more. His short, square jaw tightened in concentration as he returned his focus to the road ahead, hand tensing on the shifter as he slowed in preparation for the coming sharp curve.
It had been a good day up until that point, no, a wonderful day, actually. They spent the morning with a few friends, had lunch at a small café recommended for its crepes and coffee, and then spent the afternoon wandering along a well hidden trail out among the hills. Twilight came early, the sunset almost completely invisible thanks to the charcoal grey cloudbank that had rolled in, and they had set off for home, his place that night, only slightly annoyed that their outing had been cut short by the weather. The night was still young, though it could have been midnight already, judging by the encroaching darkness and the sinister look of the forest around them, and when they reached home there would be plenty of ways they could entertain each other…
Rick’s eyes darted up towards the rearview mirror, showing only their own reflection, soft hazel mixed with copper and bronze, before he adjusted the mirror in order to see behind them once more. His short, square jaw tightened in concentration as he returned his focus to the road ahead, hand tensing on the shifter as he slowed in preparation for the coming sharp curve.