My 2010 Novel: Blood of Angels: *ongoing* GENRE: Horror RATING: YA (young adult) SUMMMARY: Teens with powers and a government who wants them as weapons!!! :D LINK: http://www.goodreads.com/story/show/2...
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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.
Blood of Angels:
*ongoing*
GENRE: Horror
RATING: YA (young adult)
SUMMMARY: Teens with powers and a government who wants them as weapons!!! :D
LINK: http://www.goodreads.com/story/show/2...
(((OMG OMG OMG- !!!!READ READ READ!!!!
i'm loving writing this at the mom.... even though i'm kinda stuck T_T... but anyway, READ READ!!!)))
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.