OOC: AAARGH! Internet didn't work.
at least I'm back on now. WHY do you always do so much when I'm not there?
Real sorry to hear about the accident, Deiter. I hope you and your dad are both okay...
While wandering around the city, Kaz came to the docks. The smell of the sea filled her nostrils, and gulls cried in the air. Kaz felt refreshed and looked around. It was not likely that Spree would be here, but she had not found her anywhere else.
Walking around a corner, Kaz stopped, stunned. In front of her was a small shed, rotting and almost collapsed. In the corner there was a heap of sawdust, covered with a cloth. It was the same place that she had seen in her dream, and it seemed familiar and alien at the same time. Cursing her memory, which tantalized her with things forgotten but did not give them to her, she looked around. All seemed as it had been in the dream, just more weathered. It seemed as though she had lived here all her life, yet at the same time had never been here before. Stepping into the shack, she saw a burnt dark mark on the floor. It had the shape of a mask...
Kaz felt icy fingers grasping at her spine, and it seemed as though someone was laughing in her head. Her hand hurt, and she looked at it. Was there a mark there, or were her eyes playing tricks on her? Dark dust seemed to swirl up from the corners of the room...
Kaz turned around and ran, as fast as her legs could carry her. She sprinted away from the docks, trying to flee from the dark shadow that seemed to follow her. She slowed, finally stopping in the Bridge district. She looked at her hand again - it seemed perfectly normal, it had stopped hurting.
OOC: I'd be glad for any help with this sub-plot, yes.
[This message has been edited by Kaz (edited 10-28-2001).]