Fear Street Ruby Lane 소설 & 이야기

Her lungs burned, her fingers bled, but she got out. She had barely taken two steps when she froze. Two hybrids blocked the hallway. Massive. Broad-shouldered. Eyes glowing that sick, unnatural amber Silas loved so much. Ruby’s stomach dropped, but she schooled her face into blank fear, the kind they expected from prey. “There she is,” one growled, relief and irritation tangled in his voice. “Come on. Back to the lab.” She let them grab her arms. Pretended to stumble. And just when the taller one turned her slightly to push her forward, Ruby spun, fast and desperate.

I had no other choice but to see it through until the end, knowing only too well that I could soon face another challenge. Ruby was going to witness me kill her old boyfriend. No matter what happens from this day forward, whenever she looks into my eyes, she’ll be staring into the eyes of a monster. How could I expect her to see past that? “Mom!” Ruby screamed; her eyes widened with horror as Tyler shifted in front of her.

She was feeling safe in her fathers' embrace now. "It’s okay Minnie. It’s okay to be scared and afraid. But never shut yourself off okay. Promise"? Callum stretched his hand and she held it tightly followed by her Daddy. "So Chriss, huh". Stephen looked into her eyes wiping the tears and smiled as he saw his fierce, scary, angry queen bee all blushing in her Dad's chest. ********** Tabby

"Elias, she’s so hungry." "She’s gone, Clara! That isn't her!" I shouted, though I wasn't sure who I was trying to convince. That was three nights ago. Since then, the haunting has turned aggressive. We tried to sleep in the living room, but the smell followed us—the cloying, sweet scent of lilies mixed with something sour and metallic. We found tiny, damp handprints on the glass of the television. They weren't made of dirt. They were gray, smudged traces of something that looked like ash and formaldehyde.

Ruby chirped, pulling Faye with her. Ryuu quickly grabbed their things and followed. It didn't take long to get to Ruby's house. It was a big, but humble home. Ruby took them inside, and they could tell that the place had not been properly cleaned for months. Faye froze when she sensed it: death. It was coming from Ruby's father. He had at least two days. A woman rushed out of a room; shoulder bones sinking, bags under her eyes and skin pale. The second her eyes met with Faye's, they widened.

I sobbed and drank more of the wine, ready to drink myself stupor. At Ruby’s place, the sun shone softly against the window, pouring its shaft into the room. Ruby was with Russell. She was seated beside him on a chair, scrutinizing him closely. Gradually, his eyes blinked open. “Argh!” Ruby screamed, leaping up to her feet. Russell grunted, trying to sit up. He looked at her and she leaned against the wall, clutching her gown in her hands. Her chest heaved up and down as she stared nervously at him. Only his eyes were colored, the remaining part of his body was charcoal black and scary. She swallowed hard.

His wrinkled face looked like it was crawling with countless wriggling worms. I shuddered and stepped back, whispering to Silvia, "Good thing I've got you. This place is terrifying." She snorted and suddenly shoved me forward, straight toward George. With an icy laugh, she said, "This pretty boy will make a great offering. You're going to love him." Before I could react, George gestured, and several eerie puppets stepped forward to pin me down and drain my blood. A sharp bell rang out, echoing through the night.

"Yeah... Do you know him?" "Know him?" Ruby scoffed and twirled a strand of her coil like fiery red hair around a pale finger, her brown eyes like pennies. "Hell, I work for the guy - who seems to procrastinate like the Devil lies." I chuckled and nodded, now remembering Emrys mentioning how Laker is afraid of her. "He can hold off on things," Ruby chuckled and looked at my dress, her eyes not missing both the golden sun and my mate's mark.

At least on the outside. Inside, everything felt tender. Raw. Like the skin beneath a scab. The morning after the rooftop, Ruby moved through St. Celeste on muscle memory alone. Her eyes stayed forward. Her jaw stayed set. When Lila asked if she was okay, Ruby smiled and said, “Fine,” with a steadiness that fooled no one but ended the conversation anyway. Zara slid into the seat beside her in homeroom and whispered, “You’re being scary calm.” Ruby shrugged, opening her notebook. “I’m being done.”