Small example of my plans for my next story
Novel's chest hitched as he leaned on the wall, his blood adding to the stains already there. His grip tightened on his stomach. Never had he been cut so deep. How was he still alive? His face twisted, freckled cheeks contorting as he hissed through his teeth. Novel wasn't sure his organs would stay in. Sobs were too painful to conjure, though tears fell mercilessly from his eyes.
He could hear them. The steady chattering of teeth. The soft sound of blade trailing against stone. Pushing off the wall, Novel slouched as he moved toward the heavy metal door in front of him. He hesitated; something far worse could lie behind it. But if he remained in the open, these demons hunting him were bound to discover him. A deep, shaking breath escaped as he pushed the door open.
"What the hell?" A feminine voice cried as Novel fell into the room. Soft browns stared up at a pair of women before him; one with red-orange tresses that fell in waves around her face, the other sporting a loose black ponytail that permitted strays to fall around her ears.
A tall, slender man with black hair slipped in front of the women, arm rising protectively. "An escapee?", the man inquired. "He doesn't look familiar", the black haired woman replied, her Scottish accent thick. "There's a lot of souls here", the redhead pointed out, her accent matching the other's.
Find the Hell Priest, Freddy had told him. Novel blinked through the darkness starting to cloud his vision. He just had to hang on long enough. "The Priest", Novel blurted out, wincing violently as he hit his knees. "Where is the Priest?!"
No answer touched his ears before his head hit the floor.
