Without even looking up you knew who it was. You recognized the gothic boots that now treaded toward you, threatening to stomp you out of existence... they belonged to your sister, Amelia. Ironically enough, she had found you before you could find her. This was both good and bad. Since emerging from the bathroom she was extremely close, and would be upon you in seconds, but isn't this what you had travelled for anyway? As long as you found a way to evade her feet, you'd be all set.
But that was the dilemma. It isn't long before your body is swallowed up in Amelia's titanic shadow, and you see her boot's descent toward you. You felt like you were being faced with a bear, and standing your ground would make it back off. For lack of a better idea, that was just what you did. You also realized that her boot was going to miss you, which helped your resolve. Still, you hadn't accounted for the tremor it would make, instantly bowling you over, or the fact that you would land on her boot instead of falling on your ass. You had actually been kicked up onto it, just like dust.
That might have been better, albeit more shameful, but now you were in far more danger. Unless you could regain your balance, you would fall off of the toe of Amelia's boot to the ground below. If the drop itself didn't kill you, her other foot would finish you off in its stride. With your heart in your throat, you desperately tried to find anything to anchor you to the shoe, knowing that with the next step your chance would be lost, as well as your life. Fumbling blindly for a hold, you...
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