He tried to cover his ears but the peircing sound seemed to resound in his head. It grew louder and louder jumbling his toughts into broken pieces of glass. Unconciousness overcame him as he noticed that as he stared at the shafts of moonlight, they had moved to spell a single phrase.
“It’s too late” *
She tried to scream around the silken strip of material that gagged her mouth but she found it too resililent.
That’s right. Scream. As though you have never screamed before.
Her eyes bugged as she took in the sight before her. Her mind wouldn’t believe but her eyes showed her the evidence. She couldn’t believe it.