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Dee Marie
From a story i'm working on: Dark Creautes though i have now changed it from Monsters to Murders.. should i change back?
CHAPTER 1:
First death
I payed little attention to the teacher droning on in front of me as I waited for the minute hand to reach the twelve. The afternoon notices meant little too me today, to anyone really, as the old lady continued in a monotone voice. Instead of listening, I rested my head on the desk- trying to block out the continuous voice and the nightmares of Susie Clay’s death.
The young woman died at exactly ten pm last night, but to me, she died two nights ago. Well, that’s when I saw it happen that is.
It is Friday afternoon, and the class of 10 blue is restless as they waited for the start of holidays. It seemed ironic that the very thing Susie was looking forward to- she will miss. In a way it’s very sad. But I guess she will live the moment over and over again in her minion’s thoughts. She was watching from above now the principle had said at this morning’s assembly but not all of us are so sure. To us God is just another mystery that needs to be solved- just like Susie’s death. They said it was murder and no one doubts it- there were already a few “unofficial” rumoured culprits. They found her in her house with multiple stab wounds to her chest- her heart cut out of her body and nowhere to be found; stolen as she laid on her bedroom floor, alone, in a puddle of her own blood. Her eyes were closed when her parents found her, there screams carrying out through the neighbourhood. Posters of her idols looming over her from the walls- keeping their secrets that everyone needed. But the scariest part is that the murderer is still living among us. At this stage there is no motive or clues. He or she is an unknown. It could be any one of us- maybe someone in this very class room.
No one knows… besides me- but even then I’m not sure.
He’s just a shadow in my dream- the reaper himself.
But these things are best kept alone as I’m about to learn.
Unlike the rest of the class, and most likely school, I wasn’t looking forward to the holidays. My parents are scientists (meaning I could never confide in them unless I wanted to be laughed at) and they were called a few days ago with the news of them travelling to the Amazon to do studies on the deforestation taking place. And in a way I wanted them to leave, to get out, so they didn’t have to face the horror that was going on here in our small town of Maple. But it meant losing all safety of the meaning “home”. I was on my own… well, not exactly. On what you could call the plus side, my older sister, 17 year old Sara Chambers was also not going but she was staying because she hated the ‘hot hot’- as she calls the weather. So my sister is looking after me, what fun! I think I would rather tell my parents and let them think I was loony while they explained all the science behind why these visions weren’t real then tell my sister and with her the whole student body of my “fantasies” and to “watch out” for me…
In the end, I think I would take my chances. But besides- this way it means, in a way, that I was really on my own.
Some where outside my deep thoughts, a bell sounded, echoing throughout the school and suddenly State Melbrone High was full of running, pushing, screaming, texting teenagers! I sighed and grabbed my shoulder bag from beside my desk and headed out the door, pushing past the bustle of kids, ignoring their complaints. It seems that even a death of one of our own wasn’t going to dumb down the excitement of holidays. Susie wasn’t a much “loved” person with her bitchy personality and over confident piercing gaze. I guess we can forget the past and start again- it was the end of the year. But when it comes down to it, I just endured one torture only to go home and have to suffer another one where complaints are only the beginning. What fun!
I glanced over to where Mandy was pushing her way through the crowd towards me, fighting the current, report card in hand.
‘I didn’t fail Maths!’ I think she was screaming at me over the bustle and I saw a girl swear at her as she accidently elbowed her in the side. Oops.
I walked over to her, trying to smile beside my grim thoughts as she grinned, her chocolate eyes large against her tanned skin.
‘Good on ya,’ I said trying to sound excited but my heart wasn’t in it even though she had every right to be generally congratulated. About a third of the year in Advance math either failed or is just going down to ordinary for the sake of it. It was really quite depressing. My father blamed the teaching but I’d just say math’s wasn’t on the priories list at the moment.
I sighed and rubbed my eyes, feeling slow.
‘Tired,’ Mandy asked as we exited the school grounds and I nodded.
‘Obviously,’ I mumbled as she shoved her report card into her bag as we walked.
‘Awww,’ was all she said as she patted my shoulder before glancing over beyond me.
‘Poor Kyle,’ she said softly as stopped at the crossing, and I glanced over at the boy with gelled spike dark hair standing by the bus stop, speakers in ears, as his friends chatted noisily behind him. Everyone knew that Susie was going to dump the young man before the holidays. Maybe it was last night sometime but he has already denied ever going to her house to the police. But that doesn’t mean the whole student body wasn’t suspicious.
He’s been a depressed moron all day.
Not that the girls were complaining. He was finally open…
I shook my head in disbelief at Mandy and she raised her eyebrows.
‘What?’ She asked defensively but I only smiled as the green little man flashed from across the road and we started to walk.
‘Nothing,’ was all I said and she laughed heartedly and punched me softly in the arm.
But I couldn’t shake the feeling something was wrong.
‘I’m home!’ I yelled as I pushed open the wooden front door while brushing back a long piece of hair that had escaped my pony tail. I stumbled my way through the door- my other hand packed with my sports bag- before dropping my load on a chair beside the kitchen counter. I waved back to my mum as she frantically paced in the living room, talking on the phone in front of me but other than that short ‘hello’ there was no welcome. It was all business with not a single, ‘Hey Felicity,’ in sight. I sighed. It was always ‘rush, rush, rush’ in these situations, and it was usually best to always go hide.
I passed my mum who was wearing demean shorts and a baby, green tank top while her dark, straight hair was pulled into a loose high pony tail at the back. I noticed hair already flying loose, sticking to her puffed, red face as she placed her hand on one of the three, huge bags that were leaning on the back couch, looking like they were going to burst. I rolled my eyes. That’s what you get when you have parents that didn’t believe in taking more than three bags. Then, sighing softly, I walked up to my bedroom. I would say goodbye later- they weren’t leaving for another two hours and a half at six. I had time to burn before they departed. But as I walked to my bed, I caught a whiff of my reflection in my mirror and I nearly died of shook. The majority of my dark chocolate hair had fallen out of its pony tail and hung loosely around my face in a giant mess but what really got to me were my large dark green eyes with silver flicks. Flicks that never used to be there... I gazed underneath my eyes to where dark purple colouring touched my face standing shockingly out against my pale skin, like bruises in contrast. Ever since my dream about Susie Cole I hadn’t had a decent night sleep; death and blood plaguing my dreams every time I shut my eyes.
It sucked big time.
With a large sigh that turned into a yawn- I collapsed onto my double bed, letting the lavender and white swirls calm me and with seconds, darkness claimed me.
Please there be no dreams.
CHAPTER 1:
First death
I payed little attention to the teacher droning on in front of me as I waited for the minute hand to reach the twelve. The afternoon notices meant little too me today, to anyone really, as the old lady continued in a monotone voice. Instead of listening, I rested my head on the desk- trying to block out the continuous voice and the nightmares of Susie Clay’s death.
The young woman died at exactly ten pm last night, but to me, she died two nights ago. Well, that’s when I saw it happen that is.
It is Friday afternoon, and the class of 10 blue is restless as they waited for the start of holidays. It seemed ironic that the very thing Susie was looking forward to- she will miss. In a way it’s very sad. But I guess she will live the moment over and over again in her minion’s thoughts. She was watching from above now the principle had said at this morning’s assembly but not all of us are so sure. To us God is just another mystery that needs to be solved- just like Susie’s death. They said it was murder and no one doubts it- there were already a few “unofficial” rumoured culprits. They found her in her house with multiple stab wounds to her chest- her heart cut out of her body and nowhere to be found; stolen as she laid on her bedroom floor, alone, in a puddle of her own blood. Her eyes were closed when her parents found her, there screams carrying out through the neighbourhood. Posters of her idols looming over her from the walls- keeping their secrets that everyone needed. But the scariest part is that the murderer is still living among us. At this stage there is no motive or clues. He or she is an unknown. It could be any one of us- maybe someone in this very class room.
No one knows… besides me- but even then I’m not sure.
He’s just a shadow in my dream- the reaper himself.
But these things are best kept alone as I’m about to learn.
Unlike the rest of the class, and most likely school, I wasn’t looking forward to the holidays. My parents are scientists (meaning I could never confide in them unless I wanted to be laughed at) and they were called a few days ago with the news of them travelling to the Amazon to do studies on the deforestation taking place. And in a way I wanted them to leave, to get out, so they didn’t have to face the horror that was going on here in our small town of Maple. But it meant losing all safety of the meaning “home”. I was on my own… well, not exactly. On what you could call the plus side, my older sister, 17 year old Sara Chambers was also not going but she was staying because she hated the ‘hot hot’- as she calls the weather. So my sister is looking after me, what fun! I think I would rather tell my parents and let them think I was loony while they explained all the science behind why these visions weren’t real then tell my sister and with her the whole student body of my “fantasies” and to “watch out” for me…
In the end, I think I would take my chances. But besides- this way it means, in a way, that I was really on my own.
Some where outside my deep thoughts, a bell sounded, echoing throughout the school and suddenly State Melbrone High was full of running, pushing, screaming, texting teenagers! I sighed and grabbed my shoulder bag from beside my desk and headed out the door, pushing past the bustle of kids, ignoring their complaints. It seems that even a death of one of our own wasn’t going to dumb down the excitement of holidays. Susie wasn’t a much “loved” person with her bitchy personality and over confident piercing gaze. I guess we can forget the past and start again- it was the end of the year. But when it comes down to it, I just endured one torture only to go home and have to suffer another one where complaints are only the beginning. What fun!
I glanced over to where Mandy was pushing her way through the crowd towards me, fighting the current, report card in hand.
‘I didn’t fail Maths!’ I think she was screaming at me over the bustle and I saw a girl swear at her as she accidently elbowed her in the side. Oops.
I walked over to her, trying to smile beside my grim thoughts as she grinned, her chocolate eyes large against her tanned skin.
‘Good on ya,’ I said trying to sound excited but my heart wasn’t in it even though she had every right to be generally congratulated. About a third of the year in Advance math either failed or is just going down to ordinary for the sake of it. It was really quite depressing. My father blamed the teaching but I’d just say math’s wasn’t on the priories list at the moment.
I sighed and rubbed my eyes, feeling slow.
‘Tired,’ Mandy asked as we exited the school grounds and I nodded.
‘Obviously,’ I mumbled as she shoved her report card into her bag as we walked.
‘Awww,’ was all she said as she patted my shoulder before glancing over beyond me.
‘Poor Kyle,’ she said softly as stopped at the crossing, and I glanced over at the boy with gelled spike dark hair standing by the bus stop, speakers in ears, as his friends chatted noisily behind him. Everyone knew that Susie was going to dump the young man before the holidays. Maybe it was last night sometime but he has already denied ever going to her house to the police. But that doesn’t mean the whole student body wasn’t suspicious.
He’s been a depressed moron all day.
Not that the girls were complaining. He was finally open…
I shook my head in disbelief at Mandy and she raised her eyebrows.
‘What?’ She asked defensively but I only smiled as the green little man flashed from across the road and we started to walk.
‘Nothing,’ was all I said and she laughed heartedly and punched me softly in the arm.
But I couldn’t shake the feeling something was wrong.
‘I’m home!’ I yelled as I pushed open the wooden front door while brushing back a long piece of hair that had escaped my pony tail. I stumbled my way through the door- my other hand packed with my sports bag- before dropping my load on a chair beside the kitchen counter. I waved back to my mum as she frantically paced in the living room, talking on the phone in front of me but other than that short ‘hello’ there was no welcome. It was all business with not a single, ‘Hey Felicity,’ in sight. I sighed. It was always ‘rush, rush, rush’ in these situations, and it was usually best to always go hide.
I passed my mum who was wearing demean shorts and a baby, green tank top while her dark, straight hair was pulled into a loose high pony tail at the back. I noticed hair already flying loose, sticking to her puffed, red face as she placed her hand on one of the three, huge bags that were leaning on the back couch, looking like they were going to burst. I rolled my eyes. That’s what you get when you have parents that didn’t believe in taking more than three bags. Then, sighing softly, I walked up to my bedroom. I would say goodbye later- they weren’t leaving for another two hours and a half at six. I had time to burn before they departed. But as I walked to my bed, I caught a whiff of my reflection in my mirror and I nearly died of shook. The majority of my dark chocolate hair had fallen out of its pony tail and hung loosely around my face in a giant mess but what really got to me were my large dark green eyes with silver flicks. Flicks that never used to be there... I gazed underneath my eyes to where dark purple colouring touched my face standing shockingly out against my pale skin, like bruises in contrast. Ever since my dream about Susie Cole I hadn’t had a decent night sleep; death and blood plaguing my dreams every time I shut my eyes.
It sucked big time.
With a large sigh that turned into a yawn- I collapsed onto my double bed, letting the lavender and white swirls calm me and with seconds, darkness claimed me.
Please there be no dreams.
CHAPTER 2:
The dream
As per usual, I was running. From what- I don’t know. I just had to get away.
The forest had engulfed me long ago, surrounding me. My legs were moving freely in the short, silk dress that covered my curves, my feet cut and bruised. Thunder sounded above head, drops falling from the sky and panic filled me at the sight of rain. I started to run faster. The ground was becoming slippery with mud, and in some parts, small rivers ran as the rain started to pelt down from the sky.
I was semi-conscious about my see through dress, the mud that caked my skin but as I ran, I was washed clean but as I progressed through the forest my run became a slow crawl so I didn’t stumble as much. But after awhile I was cold and shacking uncontrollable and completely covered in mud. I sighed.
The rain had decreased a little bit, and a fresh smell of decaying, damp soil and clean air filled me.
I straightened up and glanced around me, a sense of déjà vu cloaking me.
The forest hadn’t changed; it looked the same as it did for the last two hours I spent running. The same forest I visited when Susie died.
I groaned in frustration and continued walking and after heaps of close-calls, I eventually did fall into the mud. I didn’t move. I laid in the mud for a few minutes, seeing no point in getting back up. It was a nice change, the warm mud, from the ice cold rain and I welcomed it gladly.
When the rain softened even more to a light drizzle, I sat up. I was caked in mud, stiffing my movements and I sighed. I was about to head off again when something caught my eye. I froze.
Lying on the ground, below my feet, was a blood red rose, half covered in mud as it laid in the mush. Slowly, after a conflicting second, I bent down and picked it up. The thorns digging into me but I didn’t care. My fear dulled every other emotion I could create beside one other. The sense of being watched- it was exactly the same as the first time.
The rose, being watched, the forest; it was all the same as when I watched Susie’s death. I groaned inwardly. Not again. Then, as if on cue- I heard the scream.
I froze. Then after a moment of waiting, I started to run fear and panic fuelling my legs as I raced through the forest at top speed in till I reached the clearing. But this time it was different, it seemed to be the only thing that changed in this forest.
Last time I was here, there was a door leading to Susie’s bedroom but this time there was no door. This time there was a path leading deeper into the forest. But instead of trees like before, the branches seemed to connect together, entwining closer and closer in till there was no light at all. And from that, the buildings began.
I found Brianna Stewart walking along the cement pavement, only a ten minute walk from her house, heading towards Maroon Park. She was on her way to buy coffee and milk for her mother- the moon just coming out as the sky quickly grew dark. It was summer so it must be around seven I guessed as I watched her wavy dark brown hair fall out of her hair band as she started to stumble through the thicker parts of the forest- opposite to the shops. She was one of Susie’s close friends- one of her minions. She was a lovely girl just slightly confused where her alliances were- being mixed up with the wrong company.
The poor girl…
Then I saw him.
He was just a shadow a few metres away from her in the forest. Like before I couldn’t see his face, he was camouflaged with the shadows- dressed in black. I couldn’t even tell if it was a boy or girl with the baggy leather jacket. He was a figure watching- just like me.
But I knew better. We were nothing alike.
I watched helplessly as the person walked up to the Brianna. At first she was shaken but she seemed to relax when she saw his or her face. They knew each other- just like Susie knew them and I didn’t know what to do. The last time with Susie, I tried to help, attack the person as they stood waiting in the girl bedroom, watching, as she got ready for bed- their face a blur but nothing worked. I kicked, punch, screamed but I was merely an image from the present seeing the future. It was best just to watch and stay quiet.
So I just stood there watching as the same thing that happened with Susie happened in front of me with Brianna. The knife plunging, slicing, as the girl screamed, tears falling down my face as I tried to look away. But I couldn’t. It was like it wasn’t fair that she had to go through this alone. I started to run towards the girl, trying to see the murderer but I knew it was useless as Brianna collapsed to the ground and the person, with above average height leaned over the girl
The girl was past help and suddenly a pain in my hand made me gasp.
It was the rose. But what was once the colour of blood red petals was now a deep, vibrant, midnight blue. Just like with Susie.
The girl’s life was gone, as the petal’s started to fall.
I dropped the rose stem and wiped my watering eyes. It was still the future, it could be changed- it had to be. Then I saw something in the bushes, a rustling. I turned around to meet dark eyes, nearly as black as the vampires, with a hint of blue… but that’s not what shocked me- they were familiar. I knew them, from somewhere, a different time.
I felt my muscles tense as the boy moved out of the bushes, towards me. He had scruffy black hair, and was no older than me, while he stared at me confused. He had seen me, he can see me. It was wrong. No one is supposed to be able to see me. He took a step towards me but it was all too much. The vampire was still there, huddled over the young girl’s body even though she was long gone, her body was still warm. Blood was filling the ally, and I could see it running down the rocks as my breath became quicker and quicker as my chest heaved trying to contain my pounding heart. Then I spun on my hills and ran. I didn’t hear the boy continue to advance and I really couldn’t care less as my own lively blood pounded in my ears. I just wanted out. Out of this horror, out of the unknown; I wanted safe ground. I wanted to know what to expect on every step. I hated being so blind!
So I ran- always running, forever running- in the forest of blue roses that melted at my touch.
The dream
As per usual, I was running. From what- I don’t know. I just had to get away.
The forest had engulfed me long ago, surrounding me. My legs were moving freely in the short, silk dress that covered my curves, my feet cut and bruised. Thunder sounded above head, drops falling from the sky and panic filled me at the sight of rain. I started to run faster. The ground was becoming slippery with mud, and in some parts, small rivers ran as the rain started to pelt down from the sky.
I was semi-conscious about my see through dress, the mud that caked my skin but as I ran, I was washed clean but as I progressed through the forest my run became a slow crawl so I didn’t stumble as much. But after awhile I was cold and shacking uncontrollable and completely covered in mud. I sighed.
The rain had decreased a little bit, and a fresh smell of decaying, damp soil and clean air filled me.
I straightened up and glanced around me, a sense of déjà vu cloaking me.
The forest hadn’t changed; it looked the same as it did for the last two hours I spent running. The same forest I visited when Susie died.
I groaned in frustration and continued walking and after heaps of close-calls, I eventually did fall into the mud. I didn’t move. I laid in the mud for a few minutes, seeing no point in getting back up. It was a nice change, the warm mud, from the ice cold rain and I welcomed it gladly.
When the rain softened even more to a light drizzle, I sat up. I was caked in mud, stiffing my movements and I sighed. I was about to head off again when something caught my eye. I froze.
Lying on the ground, below my feet, was a blood red rose, half covered in mud as it laid in the mush. Slowly, after a conflicting second, I bent down and picked it up. The thorns digging into me but I didn’t care. My fear dulled every other emotion I could create beside one other. The sense of being watched- it was exactly the same as the first time.
The rose, being watched, the forest; it was all the same as when I watched Susie’s death. I groaned inwardly. Not again. Then, as if on cue- I heard the scream.
I froze. Then after a moment of waiting, I started to run fear and panic fuelling my legs as I raced through the forest at top speed in till I reached the clearing. But this time it was different, it seemed to be the only thing that changed in this forest.
Last time I was here, there was a door leading to Susie’s bedroom but this time there was no door. This time there was a path leading deeper into the forest. But instead of trees like before, the branches seemed to connect together, entwining closer and closer in till there was no light at all. And from that, the buildings began.
I found Brianna Stewart walking along the cement pavement, only a ten minute walk from her house, heading towards Maroon Park. She was on her way to buy coffee and milk for her mother- the moon just coming out as the sky quickly grew dark. It was summer so it must be around seven I guessed as I watched her wavy dark brown hair fall out of her hair band as she started to stumble through the thicker parts of the forest- opposite to the shops. She was one of Susie’s close friends- one of her minions. She was a lovely girl just slightly confused where her alliances were- being mixed up with the wrong company.
The poor girl…
Then I saw him.
He was just a shadow a few metres away from her in the forest. Like before I couldn’t see his face, he was camouflaged with the shadows- dressed in black. I couldn’t even tell if it was a boy or girl with the baggy leather jacket. He was a figure watching- just like me.
But I knew better. We were nothing alike.
I watched helplessly as the person walked up to the Brianna. At first she was shaken but she seemed to relax when she saw his or her face. They knew each other- just like Susie knew them and I didn’t know what to do. The last time with Susie, I tried to help, attack the person as they stood waiting in the girl bedroom, watching, as she got ready for bed- their face a blur but nothing worked. I kicked, punch, screamed but I was merely an image from the present seeing the future. It was best just to watch and stay quiet.
So I just stood there watching as the same thing that happened with Susie happened in front of me with Brianna. The knife plunging, slicing, as the girl screamed, tears falling down my face as I tried to look away. But I couldn’t. It was like it wasn’t fair that she had to go through this alone. I started to run towards the girl, trying to see the murderer but I knew it was useless as Brianna collapsed to the ground and the person, with above average height leaned over the girl
The girl was past help and suddenly a pain in my hand made me gasp.
It was the rose. But what was once the colour of blood red petals was now a deep, vibrant, midnight blue. Just like with Susie.
The girl’s life was gone, as the petal’s started to fall.
I dropped the rose stem and wiped my watering eyes. It was still the future, it could be changed- it had to be. Then I saw something in the bushes, a rustling. I turned around to meet dark eyes, nearly as black as the vampires, with a hint of blue… but that’s not what shocked me- they were familiar. I knew them, from somewhere, a different time.
I felt my muscles tense as the boy moved out of the bushes, towards me. He had scruffy black hair, and was no older than me, while he stared at me confused. He had seen me, he can see me. It was wrong. No one is supposed to be able to see me. He took a step towards me but it was all too much. The vampire was still there, huddled over the young girl’s body even though she was long gone, her body was still warm. Blood was filling the ally, and I could see it running down the rocks as my breath became quicker and quicker as my chest heaved trying to contain my pounding heart. Then I spun on my hills and ran. I didn’t hear the boy continue to advance and I really couldn’t care less as my own lively blood pounded in my ears. I just wanted out. Out of this horror, out of the unknown; I wanted safe ground. I wanted to know what to expect on every step. I hated being so blind!
So I ran- always running, forever running- in the forest of blue roses that melted at my touch.
BLOOD OF ANGELS:
young adult horror ;)
LINK: http://www.goodreads.com/story/show/2...
1: Cry for blood: Violet
Time stood still as the door to my bedroom opened, light flooding the wooden floor. The air was thick with suspense as the trees rustled outside and somewhere inside of me a warning shouted as people dressed in all black tip-toed silently into my room.
I felt my stomach clench with unease as telltale footsteps padded closer to my bed. They had found me, I thought to myself as a soft tingling sensation touched my fingertips, and a new found confidence filled me like light. After so many years of being paranoid, it’s finally confirmed. They want me.
I had always known this time would come no matter how many times my parents had said that I was over reacting- I had known I was right.
Softly the covers draped over me were pulled back and as I peeked out, I saw the moon light catch a silver blade and wondered if this was really was the end. My breath caught in my throat.
The man raised the silver blade, aching for new blood as he positioned for the kill but only someone this dumb could think it would be this easy to kill me, I remarked to myself as the man brought the knife down hard through the air. He sense something was wrong and it was clear he wasn’t the only one as his companions shuffled from foot to foot. But then it wasn’t as easy as making the blade disappear; it would exhaust me too quickly, so I did the next best thing. As the flames engulfed the blade, the man dropped it in shook, flinching as flames licked his bare skin, rising up over his gloves- and as soon as he dropped the blade, I shattered it into millions of pieces, confetti showering down on me.
My eyes flicked open.
One of the three men tried to attack me but he was stopped by an invisible wall, and fell backwards as if he was hit by an electric shot. Flinching and twitching, he crumpled to the floor in a fit of spasms as the others grabbed at their belts. But I spun to the side as one of the guys leaped past my shield, a wicked curved blade slicing through my bed, missing me by millimetres. I leaped off my bed and made a run for the door but I timed it wrong as the other man punched me in the back and I fell to the floor; crying out into the silent night, the wind was knocked out of me. He tried to make another move, but I twisted around, ignoring my protesting lungs and kicked him in the stomach, my extra speed and strength giving me an advantage over the experienced fighters.
He flew backwards and hit the window hard before crumbling in on himself and falling through the open portal, just as the other man came to stand over me, his curved blade by his side. Without thinking an impulsive force exploded from my hands as I raised them in defence, sending the man speeding through the air after his friend as I gasped for breath. I waited and waited; for another to attack, for pain to make me cry out… but nothing came. The night was silent besides my heart racing from the rush of danger but still I found tears starting to flow steadily down my face as my confidence ebbed away into the darkness. I scrambled off the floor and headed towards the door, not wanting to find out if there were any more men in black as I tried not to make a sound.
I could hear the activity below me- the searching- and I realised it would be a quick dash to make it out of the house. It was now or never.
I didn’t bother with the stairs to the lower level; instead I jumped off the edge of the rails in one fluid movement, landing softly on my feet in a crouching position. I could hear more men swearing in the rooms behind me as they realised I had escaped there first attempt, but they quickly organised themselves and began pursing me as I ran, locking doors with my mind as I went.
Then I saw something that made me pull up short as I stifled a cry.
Maybe it was too late for anything…
My parents were lying on the ground, blood staining their clothes from where it flowed steadily from their stabbed stomachs. I fell to the ground, no end to my tears as they leaked like a river from my eyes, damping my baggy shirt and shorts. I felt so alone.
It was easy to see that they didn’t go down easily. The lounge room was a mess; objects lying randomly on the floor, broken glass scattered throughout the carpet- and my mother’s favourite vase from Venice smashed into many pieces next to the sofa. It made my heart cry and I couldn’t bear to look at their faces; my mother’s damp, bloody curls, and peaceful face, my father’s ripped open stomach and bloody organs- the nasty bruise on his head… it was my whole life dead on the ground. I couldn’t believe what was happing; it was all too fast. I was in shock. Who wouldn’t be?
I don’t know what happened next. Everything was a blur and I couldn’t put two images together- I felt like screaming at my restrictions. First someone bashed through the door, shoulder first, than they were upon me, ready to finally silence me. But I didn’t care. My whole body was now tingling, my purple eyes darking as I crouched on the ground, daring the killers to continue their pursuit- but instead I calmed down. The coolness of my power overwhelmed me as the tingling from my fingers rose. Then I raised my hands and it was just like before, how the force exploded from me as I stared up at the men with such loathsome. But instead of pushing the men backwards, it went through them and they cried out with such pain that I was sure the whole world would have heard. But I didn’t care as they exploded like fireworks, light and particles flying everywhere as thick crimson blood splattered against the newly painted walls. They deserved it all.
I felt a warm, thick liquid run down my face, the taste of bitter blood on my lips and I wiped my nose on my arm as a sense of dizziness washed over me, my arm tainted silver. I spat on the swaying floor as fresh blood continued to flow from my nose but I ignored it. Wiping my face on my selves, I slowly stood up from the ground, looking at all the blood around me, all the life gone. It was all such un-necessary loss just because people hated others who were different- or maybe it was something else. I wiped my eyes and cuddled my queasy stomach as it churned from all the mess, gore and carnage.
Slam!
I looked up and straight into the eyes of four more men as they ran into the room, knives in hands. It was like “they” had sent a whole army against me. I wiped my eyes and sighed, trying to bring myself back to my senses but I had used to much power; I was weak and giving up hope fast. So, I did the only thing I could. I ran- and I didn’t stop. I just kept running as I used my last bit of strength to smash open the locked front door with the slightest touch of my hands. Then I was gone, racing through the dark night, through the streets and into the forest. My life the only thing I possessed for I was now, officially- alone.
I could hear the pursuit after me, the flying knives and bullets as they tried to wound me, the swearing voices. But what they didn’t understand was that I was on auto-control and no wounds short of fatal were going to slow me down. Then I heard something that startled me to my core- sirens. They sounded so normal in this bizarre scene that they shocked me. It seemed the neighbours finally realised something was up. But I continued to run. No adult, no matter how reassuring could help me now. Then SMASH! I rebounded off a force field, the wind knocked out of me as I was thrown backwards, airborne. It hurt badly, and I could already feel myself bruise, sickly white splotches mixing with the glistening, silver liquid of my blood as I hit the ground hard. I groaned, coughing up a sparkling liquid as I made a weak attempt to push back my dark brown, matted curls off my face. But still I could barely see.
Why was life so crap?
Then I heard a soft crunch as someone fell to the ground from a tree and I froze.
Footsteps, light and sure, sounded behind me, closer and louder. I didn’t know what to do. I was too weak to fight, too sore to move so I choose my last option. Do nothing. It wasn’t my best idea, but it was my only idea I could actually achieve without killing myself. But maybe, in the future, I would regret this choice of living. After all who knew what was going to happen to me. But then again- I didn’t care. Inside I was dead as I lay helplessly on the ground, my enemy pausing next to me.
I felt a soft hand touch my shoulder gently, fondly even, as one by one the lights went out and once more darkness took me under its wing.
young adult horror ;)
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1: Cry for blood: Violet
Time stood still as the door to my bedroom opened, light flooding the wooden floor. The air was thick with suspense as the trees rustled outside and somewhere inside of me a warning shouted as people dressed in all black tip-toed silently into my room.
I felt my stomach clench with unease as telltale footsteps padded closer to my bed. They had found me, I thought to myself as a soft tingling sensation touched my fingertips, and a new found confidence filled me like light. After so many years of being paranoid, it’s finally confirmed. They want me.
I had always known this time would come no matter how many times my parents had said that I was over reacting- I had known I was right.
Softly the covers draped over me were pulled back and as I peeked out, I saw the moon light catch a silver blade and wondered if this was really was the end. My breath caught in my throat.
The man raised the silver blade, aching for new blood as he positioned for the kill but only someone this dumb could think it would be this easy to kill me, I remarked to myself as the man brought the knife down hard through the air. He sense something was wrong and it was clear he wasn’t the only one as his companions shuffled from foot to foot. But then it wasn’t as easy as making the blade disappear; it would exhaust me too quickly, so I did the next best thing. As the flames engulfed the blade, the man dropped it in shook, flinching as flames licked his bare skin, rising up over his gloves- and as soon as he dropped the blade, I shattered it into millions of pieces, confetti showering down on me.
My eyes flicked open.
One of the three men tried to attack me but he was stopped by an invisible wall, and fell backwards as if he was hit by an electric shot. Flinching and twitching, he crumpled to the floor in a fit of spasms as the others grabbed at their belts. But I spun to the side as one of the guys leaped past my shield, a wicked curved blade slicing through my bed, missing me by millimetres. I leaped off my bed and made a run for the door but I timed it wrong as the other man punched me in the back and I fell to the floor; crying out into the silent night, the wind was knocked out of me. He tried to make another move, but I twisted around, ignoring my protesting lungs and kicked him in the stomach, my extra speed and strength giving me an advantage over the experienced fighters.
He flew backwards and hit the window hard before crumbling in on himself and falling through the open portal, just as the other man came to stand over me, his curved blade by his side. Without thinking an impulsive force exploded from my hands as I raised them in defence, sending the man speeding through the air after his friend as I gasped for breath. I waited and waited; for another to attack, for pain to make me cry out… but nothing came. The night was silent besides my heart racing from the rush of danger but still I found tears starting to flow steadily down my face as my confidence ebbed away into the darkness. I scrambled off the floor and headed towards the door, not wanting to find out if there were any more men in black as I tried not to make a sound.
I could hear the activity below me- the searching- and I realised it would be a quick dash to make it out of the house. It was now or never.
I didn’t bother with the stairs to the lower level; instead I jumped off the edge of the rails in one fluid movement, landing softly on my feet in a crouching position. I could hear more men swearing in the rooms behind me as they realised I had escaped there first attempt, but they quickly organised themselves and began pursing me as I ran, locking doors with my mind as I went.
Then I saw something that made me pull up short as I stifled a cry.
Maybe it was too late for anything…
My parents were lying on the ground, blood staining their clothes from where it flowed steadily from their stabbed stomachs. I fell to the ground, no end to my tears as they leaked like a river from my eyes, damping my baggy shirt and shorts. I felt so alone.
It was easy to see that they didn’t go down easily. The lounge room was a mess; objects lying randomly on the floor, broken glass scattered throughout the carpet- and my mother’s favourite vase from Venice smashed into many pieces next to the sofa. It made my heart cry and I couldn’t bear to look at their faces; my mother’s damp, bloody curls, and peaceful face, my father’s ripped open stomach and bloody organs- the nasty bruise on his head… it was my whole life dead on the ground. I couldn’t believe what was happing; it was all too fast. I was in shock. Who wouldn’t be?
I don’t know what happened next. Everything was a blur and I couldn’t put two images together- I felt like screaming at my restrictions. First someone bashed through the door, shoulder first, than they were upon me, ready to finally silence me. But I didn’t care. My whole body was now tingling, my purple eyes darking as I crouched on the ground, daring the killers to continue their pursuit- but instead I calmed down. The coolness of my power overwhelmed me as the tingling from my fingers rose. Then I raised my hands and it was just like before, how the force exploded from me as I stared up at the men with such loathsome. But instead of pushing the men backwards, it went through them and they cried out with such pain that I was sure the whole world would have heard. But I didn’t care as they exploded like fireworks, light and particles flying everywhere as thick crimson blood splattered against the newly painted walls. They deserved it all.
I felt a warm, thick liquid run down my face, the taste of bitter blood on my lips and I wiped my nose on my arm as a sense of dizziness washed over me, my arm tainted silver. I spat on the swaying floor as fresh blood continued to flow from my nose but I ignored it. Wiping my face on my selves, I slowly stood up from the ground, looking at all the blood around me, all the life gone. It was all such un-necessary loss just because people hated others who were different- or maybe it was something else. I wiped my eyes and cuddled my queasy stomach as it churned from all the mess, gore and carnage.
Slam!
I looked up and straight into the eyes of four more men as they ran into the room, knives in hands. It was like “they” had sent a whole army against me. I wiped my eyes and sighed, trying to bring myself back to my senses but I had used to much power; I was weak and giving up hope fast. So, I did the only thing I could. I ran- and I didn’t stop. I just kept running as I used my last bit of strength to smash open the locked front door with the slightest touch of my hands. Then I was gone, racing through the dark night, through the streets and into the forest. My life the only thing I possessed for I was now, officially- alone.
I could hear the pursuit after me, the flying knives and bullets as they tried to wound me, the swearing voices. But what they didn’t understand was that I was on auto-control and no wounds short of fatal were going to slow me down. Then I heard something that startled me to my core- sirens. They sounded so normal in this bizarre scene that they shocked me. It seemed the neighbours finally realised something was up. But I continued to run. No adult, no matter how reassuring could help me now. Then SMASH! I rebounded off a force field, the wind knocked out of me as I was thrown backwards, airborne. It hurt badly, and I could already feel myself bruise, sickly white splotches mixing with the glistening, silver liquid of my blood as I hit the ground hard. I groaned, coughing up a sparkling liquid as I made a weak attempt to push back my dark brown, matted curls off my face. But still I could barely see.
Why was life so crap?
Then I heard a soft crunch as someone fell to the ground from a tree and I froze.
Footsteps, light and sure, sounded behind me, closer and louder. I didn’t know what to do. I was too weak to fight, too sore to move so I choose my last option. Do nothing. It wasn’t my best idea, but it was my only idea I could actually achieve without killing myself. But maybe, in the future, I would regret this choice of living. After all who knew what was going to happen to me. But then again- I didn’t care. Inside I was dead as I lay helplessly on the ground, my enemy pausing next to me.
I felt a soft hand touch my shoulder gently, fondly even, as one by one the lights went out and once more darkness took me under its wing.
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