Maraudering Muses needs a bit of comforting for it has gotten so very lonely, so I just thought I'd post a little something that popped strangely into my mind...It has no real purpose, just a strange little thing that needed to be written. Enjoy!
The memory broke off there, and I sat in the dark, trying to remember more, however frightening it may be, but the rest wouldn't come, no matter how hard I tired. A door creaked open, and a dark figure crept into the room, looking as though on tip-toes.
Unwillingly, a hoarse cough escaped my lips, and the figure wheeled around furiously, catching sight of my open, staring eyes and cursing to himself softly.
"Awake again?" he whispered, staring at me hatefully. "Well, I suppose you must be thirsty. I'll get you something...hold on a minute!"
Even in my somewhat foggy mind I registered that this was suspicious behavior, but I was very thirsty...my throat was practically itching with thirst....How much could one glass of water hurt?
So when he came back and handed me the glass of water, I took it, hesitating to sniff it, but I was interrupted by his rude statement. "You won't find anything in there. Go on and drink it."
So I did, and even as the cool liquid slid down my throat, I felt myself dissolving into the darkest recesses of my mind, and just as I was near unconsciousness, I heard him say faintly, "'Night 'night, Alice. Dashwood will keep you all healthy..." He snickered, and then....
All was lost.">