The elevator opened with a hiss and a sigh. Aerie Serene stepped off, stiletto heels clicking softly against the tiled marble floor. She stopped at a door marked SUPPLY ROOM, and closed it softly behind her.
It was cold tonight, the wind shivering as the world grew cooler, quieter. The moon hid tonight, slithering behind bloated clouds filled with rain.
They pulled up to the house a quarter after one. The police lights flashed: first red, then blue, across the all white house. It was the perfect place for a young child to grow up in. Only he wouldn’t be . . . . . . because he was missing.
“Shadows— they were fun to play with slippery gasses not quiet solid, but not quite liquid. easy to manipulate… …hard to escape.” – Queen of Shadows ~ At first the room was white. Solid. Pallid. Empty. I stood there a moment, taking in my surroundings, figuring out an escape. Only there was none. I turned around, fear in my throat, adrenaline coursing through my veins . . . The door was gone. But it was just . . . “Hello?” I called, voice catching in my throat. With a wince I swallowed, my mouth dry, my tongue thick. Hello? I thought. What did she want with me? I’d heard stories about the Queen of Shadows, a women heard but never seen. It was said that those who heard her voice never lived to tell the tale. But if that was so, how did I know they’d heard it? The fact alone gave me hope. I stood taller. “Hello?” I called again. I took a step forward and stopped. The ground trembled. The floor shook and then the ground behind …