Lockeroom's Pandemonium

Chapter Seven: The Nighthounds

The morning came and the sun rose again.

Alina Vandergaugh squinted her eyes as she felt the strong radiating sun piercing over the tiny-clothed tent that she spent the night.

For a moment, she forgot how Silver is hugging her. Then, as she felt the weight of his arms laying at her body, she immediately looked at his sleeping face.

Before she could wake him up, she gave herself a chance to stop and to take a look at the handsome face of him.

He is attractive even when sleeping. Alina saw again the once innocent child-looking features she saw the first time they met—which is basically just this morning.

He looked too innocent. The way how he close his eyes were too peaceful. The slightly opened lips made him looking cute, plus the time to time deep breathing that he’d done. The light coming from the outside made him as the perfect illusion of being a perfect man.

But then, in a sudden second, Silver opened his eyes, smiling mischievously.

Alina backed in surprise.

“Y-You're awake?” she asked, still flustered.

“Done looking at me?” Silver's smile grew wider.

“G-Get up, now! We have more things to take care of.” She hit him again just to redirect the things that Silver had asked her.

“Ow! You're a sadist!” Silver laughed. He let his self stood up, and then head outside of the tent.

He was laughing as he took stretching his body from the overnight hugging position that they've done.

When Silver was gone, Alina released a deep sigh. She tried composing herself.

“What was wrong with me?” she whispered to herself.

She spent longer time of trying to compose herself—and her in chaos heart.

When she felt she could manage going outside and talk to Silver once again, she started moving. She needs to get outside, and follow Silver.

The moment that she weaved the unzipped entrance of the tent, her head bumped towards the standing feet of Silver.

“Hey, what are you do—” She made a sudden stop of whatever she was trying to tell. She dared not telling anything, nor make any unwanted sound.

“Alina, can you stand up?” Silver whispered, eyes are fixed from something in their front.

“I—I think I can,” answered Alina.

“Just . . . slowly.”

As she stood, she heard an angry growl. The creatures in their front were looking angry, green saliva is dripping out of their dangerous mouths.

They were facing a wolf-like beasts—ten of them. Their black, fluffy fur were dancing along with the swirl of the wind. Their eyes stared at them as if the night was not yet done spending its deadly time. Their tails, instead of soft fur (just like what can be seen in their body), were spiky and sharp. Their mouths were the dangerous one, Alina thought. They were baring their long and sharp fangs, waiting to bury on their flesh, as the green frothing (probably poisonous too) saliva were dripping out of them.

It was a nighthound.

They were a wolf-like creature who appears every morning, after the night had boasted its rage.

“Great morning, isn't it?” asked Silver.

“Yeah, great morning. We might become their breakfast if we don't act now,” said Silver.

The nighthound took one small step forward, while they took a whole, frantic step away of them.

“You want to know my plan? I have one,” Silver said. His voice were shaking. Even though he is smiling, Alina can see how awkward were those.

“What is that?” Alina asked.

Then, the one nearest to them—the leader of the pack—stared at them as if they were a delicious lump of meat perfect for their breakfast.

Then it howled; a sign of the pack to attack them. To eat them. To rip their skin, and flesh, and veins, and bones, until every bits of them was savored.

Alina and Silver never dreamt of being eaten by those ugly creatures. Silver, desperate as he saw the nearing wolves, shouted the plan that is forming in his head;

“Run!” said Silver.

And so, they did.