Chapter 2 - City By The SeaMature

              A peel of laughter cut through the cold, menacing air, seeming to rip open the clouds and herald in the sunshine. The woman was walking through the small, local graveyard, passing statues of winged seraphs and occupied sepulchres outside of the old abandoned castle which sat near the shore. The place used to be a tourist attraction. People everywhere would flock to the city. They called it the City by the Sea.

              As she walked through the graveyard gates, she turned to the stone pillar engraved with a sentence she could only wish to relate to:

                                                                       LOVE WITH A LOVE THAT IS

                                                                      MORE THAN LOVE

            It was a reminder to all of those who had lost loved ones that death could never dissever their souls from the souls of those they love. That same sentence was engraved into the gray stone of the one the girl had been to see.

            It was as she was walking out through the gate that she finally remembered why she had come all the way out here in the first place. Hurrying as quickly as she could, she sped to the butcher shop, only stopping to nod or return one of the frequent calls of "Hey, Annabel!" she heard as she walked along the sidewalk. She looked up, and caught a glimpse of voluminous clouds moving vociferously across the sky, bringing with it a cold wind, chilling Annabel.

               As she fought the wind, the butcher shop came into view. Stopping at the door, she picked up a note addressed to her. It read:

                                      "My dear Annabel,

                                       I am out for the day, but I didn't forget about you. You'll                                           find your meat in the back near the fake duck.

                                                                                       Sloan"


                 Using the key she found in the envelope, Annabel opened the door. Taking a few steps forward and squinting into the dark room (for the sun was blocked out by clouds) she closed the door behind her, and strolled towards the fake duck that the butcher Sloan kept at the back of the store. As she positioned herself behind the counter, she heard a whistle of air being sliced by something, and felt a stinging sensation at the base of her neck.

                            All Went Black

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