A Night

It was growing dusk when Nerinil was walking on the streets of Stormwind City. Everything was quiet.. more quiet then usual.. and empty. She had asked the keys from Cantor earlier to the Stockade to visit her attacker, Sunsen. She also was carrying some food with her.
„I am too nice..” – she thought while she weared her usual cold expression on her face.
She entered the Stockade and went to the cell where Sunsen was supposed to be.
But he wasn’t in… the cell door was open and a Militia’s body, Nííra’s twisted body was lying on the ground. Nerinil didn’t even checked if she had been alive or not, hastly pulled out her „raido”, but it didn’t work, it was silent… as everything. She glared angrily at the device and threw it away. She looked around trying to find any sign where could he go.
„The guards were at their place.. so he must be still inside..somewhere..”
She began to run on the shady corridor, looking into every room. Suddenly the corridor ended. Nerinil put her hand on the wall and peered at it suspiciously.
„I don’t remmeber to this wall..” – As she thought it a trowing star hit the wall just at her right shoulder with a sharp „cling” .Nerinil froze. She looked at the trowing star and shivered then slowly began to turn around. There was noone…
A pain cut into her right shoulder, but she didn’t care much, she knew it was from the yesterday’s encounter from Sunsen.
She lookd around with a confused face, when another star came from rigthside at the height of her face. Her eyes went wide as she was seeing the star approching her face. She moved by reflex as she pulled her arms in front of her face.
„Argh!” – She let out a painful moan as the star pierced into her rigth hand and the pain spreaded across. A cold laugh came from the dark and echoed in the corridor.
Nerinil glared into the darkness with the mixed emotions of anger and desperation.
„You are a coward hiding in the dark!” – She yelled and waited a bit… for a response then hastly run into a room to the left.
She stopped after some meter run. It was so dark.. only from the direction of the door came a little light.
Suddenly all the light went off as the door was slammed.
Nerinil didn’t move, just was waiting and listening, but she couldn’t hear anything… but her heartbeats.
„Damn.. damn… damn…” – Whispered silently.
As the seconds were passing her heart were getting to beat faster and louder.
The beats sounded so lound that she thought they would make her deaf.

..........

After some endless seconds she felt a piercing cold on her troat.
A moment later the cold turned into warm.. and the „thing” that caused the warm was moving downward on her throat.
„Blood…”
She heared as her heart were beating slowlier.. and much much lowlier.
She wanted to grab her own throat preventing the bleeing but she didn’t feel her hand and throat like she hadn’t got a body.
Something cold and rough hit her face.

She was lying ont he stone ground.. not moving… just staring into the thick darkness.

((It isn't over yet, but that is what i have managed to write down so far))