Derrica, only just beyond arm's reach, had gone rigid at the crunch of glass and plastic. (Here, a moment where she strains to grasp at her power and finds it absent. It is wrenching still.) For a moment, all is silent still. The patter of rain overhead continues, distant and muted. The drip and puddling of water in the cavernous hall from which they came goes on. Derrica is holding her breath, though her own pulse beats hard in her ears.
And then, a sound from the dark beyond them. Aimless, confused, but menacing all the same. A moan. A clicking.
Derrica reaches in the half light for Marcus' elbow immediately, though good sense says they should make their retreat very carefully lest he repeat the sound that stirred whatever lies in the depths of this store.
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Derrica, only just beyond arm's reach, had gone rigid at the crunch of glass and plastic. (Here, a moment where she strains to grasp at her power and finds it absent. It is wrenching still.) For a moment, all is silent still. The patter of rain overhead continues, distant and muted. The drip and puddling of water in the cavernous hall from which they came goes on. Derrica is holding her breath, though her own pulse beats hard in her ears.
And then, a sound from the dark beyond them. Aimless, confused, but menacing all the same. A moan. A clicking.
Derrica reaches in the half light for Marcus' elbow immediately, though good sense says they should make their retreat very carefully lest he repeat the sound that stirred whatever lies in the depths of this store.