Welcome to Tuesday Tales! This week's word prompt is “carry” (or “carried” in my case). We are back with my new Sci-Fi story.
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Except, the door was already cracked open. There shouldn’t be any light coming though except a possible security flood light. Instead, an eerie blue hue emitted from the gap between the two double doors.
She took a deep breath and nudged the open door enough to slip inside the building. She adjusted her grip on the ring that she carried until each key protruded between the fingers of her fist, just like her mother showed her to do to keep herself safe. She set each loafer down carefully as she crept down the corridor so she wouldn’t make a sound. When she reached the main hall of the building, she froze in her place.
The green hooded lamps on each table had been turned off before she left that day. They now glowed icy blue. A body sprawled across the middle of the walkway. In the shadows she couldn’t tell if it was a man or woman or if they were alive or dead.
On the circulation desk sat Ezra, his legs crossed beneath him. Somewhere during the night he lost his shirt. His muscular torso was a pale sapphire like the light around him. His veins snaked an indigo path across his flesh. His eyes were closed like he was sleeping while his body shook violently. Somewhere behind him, coming from his body, was a swirl of cloudy tendrils. They looked almost like smoke, like they had no substance. When one collided with a book and sent it crashing to the floor, she knew they were definitely solid.
A tentacle danced over the person lying on the cold marble floor. It stopped then sharpened to a lethal point. It rose up as if it were about to attack.
Dani didn’t realize she gasped out loud. She was certain it was all in her head. Everything in the room stopped and seemed to focus on her. Ezra’s eyes popped open and looked at her.
He seemed in agony as he pried his mouth open. His body tensed and his voice cracked as he cried. “Dani, run.”