Post by Bloody Kiss on Jun 19, 2006 20:47:27 GMT -5
A story I'm working on, with demons and werewolves and much more! A big thanks to the book Lord Loss by Darren Shan. I had a dream about it, (odd, I know, but true!) except it wasn't actually in the book. I'm gonna put the scene in my story, except not for a while. I'm gonna post the story bit by bit on here, so keep checking back every now and them!
The Night of the Blood Moon
Chapter 1: Surprise?
I blinked as the lunch bell rang. Already? Math had just started…. I shrugged. Oh well. Wait- that wasn’t the lunch bell! It was the announcements bell! Holy crap. It was the end of the school day! A voice sounded.
“Marish Killen is being picked up today.” Was all the voice said. My jaw dropped and my stomach felt like it fell into a pit. I’m never picked up! Could this mean? I gasped. No! Please, oh please, don’t let anyone be dead! I bit my lip. I grabbed my schoolbag, and rushed out of the room. I pushed madly past all my anxious classmates, who were chattering like small mice. I shoved my way through, and managed to get to the door. My dad’s car was there- and my mom and brother were there to. I gave a breath of relief, but my relief wasn’t long lived. My brother had adopted a wicked grin and my parents stern looks. I immediately gave my brother the most venomous stare I could muster. The little rat! He must have tattled on me. I wished I could wring his little, scrawny, pale neck. I glumly got in the back seat, where my brother stuck out his tongue. He gave a taunting look. I growled, and sprung at him. He immediately shrieked in surprise.
“Mum!! Dad!! Get her off me!” my brother whined.
“Marish Killen! Get off your brother this instant!” my mum growled at me, as her green gaze burnt holes in my face. I reluctantly let go of the brat, and he squirmed away from me. My parents refused to call me by my nickname, Marsh. I hated the name Marish. It sounded so girly!
“You’re gonna get it now, Marish!” my brother taunted me. I angrily brushed a lock of long black hair from my pale face.
“Don’t call me that.” I grumbled, making a fist.
“Marish and Turin. Knock it off this instant!” my father growled, starting to pull out of the school lot. I folded my arms across my black skull t-shirt, and crossed my legs. I stared down at the floor, and I studied my torn jeans and worn leather sandals. I had a lot of black in my wardrobe, but my parents made me wear pink every now and then. I hated pink. Too girly. I directed my gaze onto my obnoxious little brother, with his messy brown hair. His green eyes showed he was utterly pleased, and his lips were spread ear to ear. He caught me looking at him, and gave me a smart-aleck look.
“Admiring my looks?” he sneered, smirking.
“Looks? You remind me of cat’s vomit.” I snarled back, my blue eyes boring into his green ones. If my parents heard us, they decided to let us fight on our own. I sulked in the fake fur seat as we reached home.
‘Here we go.’ I thought sourly. ‘A fun lecture.’
Chapter 2: A Strange Calling
“Marish René Killen! What were you thinking?!” fumed my mother as we entered the kitchen.
“Don’t you know what stealing can do to you if you get caught?!” my mom looked ready to burst. I avoided eye contact and studied the gleaming countertop.
“Well?” she growled, staring at me.
“I know.” I grumbled.
“What? Speak up.” My father said, his tone commanding and harsh.
“I said I know! And I didn’t get caught! What does it matter? I won’t do it again.” I muttered, clenching my jaw. Didn’t they realize it was just a dare? All that I stole was one little bag of candy. One bag! And I’d never do it again. What, did they think I was going to graduate into stealing jewelry and money? Never! I wasn’t that naïve.
“How can we trust you? And you did get caught! You’re lucky this city has one-time forgiveness!” my mother fumed. I could see veins sticking out of her neck. That only happened when she was very angry. I bit my tongue to refrain from: swearing loudly, making a snide remark, or jumping on my brother. I caught him in the corner, giggling. “And you sir! Go to your room!” my mother cried, sending Turin tearing up the steps. He had a look of fear and contempt on his face. I stared angrily out the window, studying the shaded back yard of our house.
“Go to your room now.” My father said, his eyes boring into the side of my head.
“And you’re grounded for a week and...” my father interrupted my mother’s punishment. He whispered something in her ear. Her face seemed to turn pale. I ignored them. “You know what? I’m in a….good mood. You’re getting off easy. No punishment. Go to your room and think it over.” My mother sighed, bowing her head. I raised an eyebrow. Whatever my father said, I thanked him for it! No punishment, awesome! I had to bite my lip to keep from smiling ear to ear. I nodded, and walked upstairs and into my room happily. I closed the door silently, and began jumping up and down. Yes! Now, if only my brother were here. As if right on cue, my brother barged in.
“So? What’s your punishment?” he asked, smirking. His smirk quickly faded as he saw my wide grin.
“Nothing!” I said, sticking my tongue out at him rather childishly. He put on a pouting face.
“Aw, no fair!” he whined, turning out of my room. I couldn’t refrain from laughing. This was so cool! I never thought my parents could be so forgiving. Then thoughts began dwelling on me. Why had they been so nice about it? And what had my father whispered to my mother? My grin faded. It had to be something about me. Was I going to die? Was something going to happen to them, and they wanted to leave a good impression? I wondered. Sitting on my queen-sized water bed, I sunk into the black covers and stared at my star-encrusted walls. I practically screamed when I heard a call and a thud on the window.
‘Marsh? Are you there?’ the voice called. I lay still as a stone. My heart beating in my ears. I can hear heavy breathing. My window opening. Reality mixed with fantasy hitting me in the face. My frantic screams as I saw a black figure, not human, nor animal, open the window and come in. Everything going black. And that’s all I remember.
Chapter 3: The Next Morning
“Marish! Marish! Wake up, oh god! Wake up!” cried a distant voice, garbled yet familiar. I tried to say mum, but instead my lips were sealed shut. I couldn’t move- let alone breathe! I felt my heartbeat slowing, slowing, until it almost stopped altogether. I for some reason didn’t need to breathe, as I was still as stone. My eyes couldn’t open, and a bright red light was tugging at them. It flashed, quietly but surely, in my brain. Machines around me beeped and I could hear footsteps rushing. Voices I didn’t recognize were shouting commands so loud that my ears hurt. Every breath, whisper, and footstep I could hear clearly. Sounds normally to quiet for humans to hear rang in my ears. I hear eyelids fluttering… The quick beating of my mum’s heart… And the perfume she wore every day. I knew it well, but not this well. I smelled my brother and father, and heard their heartbeats. Where was I? More footsteps rushed about, and the loud voices were silencing. I felt the sudden urge to sleep. My eyes rolled into my head, and my heart slowed down even more. I let my brain rest, and heard nothing except the weeps of my family and a voice said simply,
“We’ve lost her…” Those words confused me. Lost who- me? What, why? I was alive aware… My thoughts faltered. The sleep and red light pulled me away from earth. I felt heavy. I actually heard one more thing, my father. Something that really disturbed me and would change my life forever.
“Marish… Good luck. We did the best for you, now your destiny takes place... We can’t stop it.” he said in my ear. I guessed he was whispering, but it was so loud. Wouldn’t others wonder why he was saying this? My thoughts stopped suddenly, as the light pulled me farther and farther away from consciousness, earth, and well, everything human.
Chapater 4: Lost
I woke up as a loud, munching, gushing sound exploded in my ears.
“AUGH!!!” I cried, trying to move. My arms and legs didn’t respond- I was stone still. I tried to open my eyes. Forcing my eyelids to open, I shuddered- as blackness was all around. The dark never unnerved me this much. I strained to make my hand control my thoughts, and fumbled as my hand clumsily waved in front of my face. Nothing. I was sure my eyes were open. Was I blind? Suddenly, a searing pain racked through my body. My right hand faltered, and eventually fell to my face. It bounced off my eye sockets, connecting with nothing but a gooey substance where my eyes should be. A large hiss I couldn’t locate echoed around me. I tried to pinpoint the sound, but all I heard was a soft scampering. I reached my stiff hand back to my eye sockets and again made contact with the sticky substance. I weakly moved my hand to just below my nose. With a large whiff, I screamed. I was blind- except in a way I would have never imagined! The sticky substance was blood- my blood. I screamed again, the wailing of a banshee. I wasn’t just blind- my eyes were gone: Literally scratched from my sockets. I tried to fling about in terror, my voice scratchy and unnatural.
“NO!! I’m blind! I’m going to die!! I can’t move!” I cried. If I still had eyes, tears would have been streaming down my face. Suddenly, a furry paw was brought to my face.
“Hush!” a voice commanded. I barely heard it. I was still wailing,
“MY EYES! MY EYES! MY EYES ARE GONE!!” I screeched, my body shuddering from the strain. The paw clamed down on my mouth, and I spat at it, feeling the furriness like lint in my mouth. It didn’t move. I tried biting it, but it was like biting concrete- I hurt my teeth, and it still didn’t move. I sighed in anguish, feeling lost. I died who knows how long ago, my eyes were gone, and I couldn’t move: Plus a large fire was filling my body. Another furry paw, one I assumed belonged to the same thing, swiped over my eyes with a soothing purr. I began to relax as it sang a lullaby, its voice, no-her voice was soothing like honey. The words were unnatural, not in any language I knew. But it soothed me, and I felt my eyelids shut. Or what was left of them. Relaxing, I felt the paw slip from my mouth, and the fire began to stop.
Chapter 5: A New World
The Night of the Blood Moon
Chapter 1: Surprise?
I blinked as the lunch bell rang. Already? Math had just started…. I shrugged. Oh well. Wait- that wasn’t the lunch bell! It was the announcements bell! Holy crap. It was the end of the school day! A voice sounded.
“Marish Killen is being picked up today.” Was all the voice said. My jaw dropped and my stomach felt like it fell into a pit. I’m never picked up! Could this mean? I gasped. No! Please, oh please, don’t let anyone be dead! I bit my lip. I grabbed my schoolbag, and rushed out of the room. I pushed madly past all my anxious classmates, who were chattering like small mice. I shoved my way through, and managed to get to the door. My dad’s car was there- and my mom and brother were there to. I gave a breath of relief, but my relief wasn’t long lived. My brother had adopted a wicked grin and my parents stern looks. I immediately gave my brother the most venomous stare I could muster. The little rat! He must have tattled on me. I wished I could wring his little, scrawny, pale neck. I glumly got in the back seat, where my brother stuck out his tongue. He gave a taunting look. I growled, and sprung at him. He immediately shrieked in surprise.
“Mum!! Dad!! Get her off me!” my brother whined.
“Marish Killen! Get off your brother this instant!” my mum growled at me, as her green gaze burnt holes in my face. I reluctantly let go of the brat, and he squirmed away from me. My parents refused to call me by my nickname, Marsh. I hated the name Marish. It sounded so girly!
“You’re gonna get it now, Marish!” my brother taunted me. I angrily brushed a lock of long black hair from my pale face.
“Don’t call me that.” I grumbled, making a fist.
“Marish and Turin. Knock it off this instant!” my father growled, starting to pull out of the school lot. I folded my arms across my black skull t-shirt, and crossed my legs. I stared down at the floor, and I studied my torn jeans and worn leather sandals. I had a lot of black in my wardrobe, but my parents made me wear pink every now and then. I hated pink. Too girly. I directed my gaze onto my obnoxious little brother, with his messy brown hair. His green eyes showed he was utterly pleased, and his lips were spread ear to ear. He caught me looking at him, and gave me a smart-aleck look.
“Admiring my looks?” he sneered, smirking.
“Looks? You remind me of cat’s vomit.” I snarled back, my blue eyes boring into his green ones. If my parents heard us, they decided to let us fight on our own. I sulked in the fake fur seat as we reached home.
‘Here we go.’ I thought sourly. ‘A fun lecture.’
Chapter 2: A Strange Calling
“Marish René Killen! What were you thinking?!” fumed my mother as we entered the kitchen.
“Don’t you know what stealing can do to you if you get caught?!” my mom looked ready to burst. I avoided eye contact and studied the gleaming countertop.
“Well?” she growled, staring at me.
“I know.” I grumbled.
“What? Speak up.” My father said, his tone commanding and harsh.
“I said I know! And I didn’t get caught! What does it matter? I won’t do it again.” I muttered, clenching my jaw. Didn’t they realize it was just a dare? All that I stole was one little bag of candy. One bag! And I’d never do it again. What, did they think I was going to graduate into stealing jewelry and money? Never! I wasn’t that naïve.
“How can we trust you? And you did get caught! You’re lucky this city has one-time forgiveness!” my mother fumed. I could see veins sticking out of her neck. That only happened when she was very angry. I bit my tongue to refrain from: swearing loudly, making a snide remark, or jumping on my brother. I caught him in the corner, giggling. “And you sir! Go to your room!” my mother cried, sending Turin tearing up the steps. He had a look of fear and contempt on his face. I stared angrily out the window, studying the shaded back yard of our house.
“Go to your room now.” My father said, his eyes boring into the side of my head.
“And you’re grounded for a week and...” my father interrupted my mother’s punishment. He whispered something in her ear. Her face seemed to turn pale. I ignored them. “You know what? I’m in a….good mood. You’re getting off easy. No punishment. Go to your room and think it over.” My mother sighed, bowing her head. I raised an eyebrow. Whatever my father said, I thanked him for it! No punishment, awesome! I had to bite my lip to keep from smiling ear to ear. I nodded, and walked upstairs and into my room happily. I closed the door silently, and began jumping up and down. Yes! Now, if only my brother were here. As if right on cue, my brother barged in.
“So? What’s your punishment?” he asked, smirking. His smirk quickly faded as he saw my wide grin.
“Nothing!” I said, sticking my tongue out at him rather childishly. He put on a pouting face.
“Aw, no fair!” he whined, turning out of my room. I couldn’t refrain from laughing. This was so cool! I never thought my parents could be so forgiving. Then thoughts began dwelling on me. Why had they been so nice about it? And what had my father whispered to my mother? My grin faded. It had to be something about me. Was I going to die? Was something going to happen to them, and they wanted to leave a good impression? I wondered. Sitting on my queen-sized water bed, I sunk into the black covers and stared at my star-encrusted walls. I practically screamed when I heard a call and a thud on the window.
‘Marsh? Are you there?’ the voice called. I lay still as a stone. My heart beating in my ears. I can hear heavy breathing. My window opening. Reality mixed with fantasy hitting me in the face. My frantic screams as I saw a black figure, not human, nor animal, open the window and come in. Everything going black. And that’s all I remember.
Chapter 3: The Next Morning
“Marish! Marish! Wake up, oh god! Wake up!” cried a distant voice, garbled yet familiar. I tried to say mum, but instead my lips were sealed shut. I couldn’t move- let alone breathe! I felt my heartbeat slowing, slowing, until it almost stopped altogether. I for some reason didn’t need to breathe, as I was still as stone. My eyes couldn’t open, and a bright red light was tugging at them. It flashed, quietly but surely, in my brain. Machines around me beeped and I could hear footsteps rushing. Voices I didn’t recognize were shouting commands so loud that my ears hurt. Every breath, whisper, and footstep I could hear clearly. Sounds normally to quiet for humans to hear rang in my ears. I hear eyelids fluttering… The quick beating of my mum’s heart… And the perfume she wore every day. I knew it well, but not this well. I smelled my brother and father, and heard their heartbeats. Where was I? More footsteps rushed about, and the loud voices were silencing. I felt the sudden urge to sleep. My eyes rolled into my head, and my heart slowed down even more. I let my brain rest, and heard nothing except the weeps of my family and a voice said simply,
“We’ve lost her…” Those words confused me. Lost who- me? What, why? I was alive aware… My thoughts faltered. The sleep and red light pulled me away from earth. I felt heavy. I actually heard one more thing, my father. Something that really disturbed me and would change my life forever.
“Marish… Good luck. We did the best for you, now your destiny takes place... We can’t stop it.” he said in my ear. I guessed he was whispering, but it was so loud. Wouldn’t others wonder why he was saying this? My thoughts stopped suddenly, as the light pulled me farther and farther away from consciousness, earth, and well, everything human.
Chapater 4: Lost
I woke up as a loud, munching, gushing sound exploded in my ears.
“AUGH!!!” I cried, trying to move. My arms and legs didn’t respond- I was stone still. I tried to open my eyes. Forcing my eyelids to open, I shuddered- as blackness was all around. The dark never unnerved me this much. I strained to make my hand control my thoughts, and fumbled as my hand clumsily waved in front of my face. Nothing. I was sure my eyes were open. Was I blind? Suddenly, a searing pain racked through my body. My right hand faltered, and eventually fell to my face. It bounced off my eye sockets, connecting with nothing but a gooey substance where my eyes should be. A large hiss I couldn’t locate echoed around me. I tried to pinpoint the sound, but all I heard was a soft scampering. I reached my stiff hand back to my eye sockets and again made contact with the sticky substance. I weakly moved my hand to just below my nose. With a large whiff, I screamed. I was blind- except in a way I would have never imagined! The sticky substance was blood- my blood. I screamed again, the wailing of a banshee. I wasn’t just blind- my eyes were gone: Literally scratched from my sockets. I tried to fling about in terror, my voice scratchy and unnatural.
“NO!! I’m blind! I’m going to die!! I can’t move!” I cried. If I still had eyes, tears would have been streaming down my face. Suddenly, a furry paw was brought to my face.
“Hush!” a voice commanded. I barely heard it. I was still wailing,
“MY EYES! MY EYES! MY EYES ARE GONE!!” I screeched, my body shuddering from the strain. The paw clamed down on my mouth, and I spat at it, feeling the furriness like lint in my mouth. It didn’t move. I tried biting it, but it was like biting concrete- I hurt my teeth, and it still didn’t move. I sighed in anguish, feeling lost. I died who knows how long ago, my eyes were gone, and I couldn’t move: Plus a large fire was filling my body. Another furry paw, one I assumed belonged to the same thing, swiped over my eyes with a soothing purr. I began to relax as it sang a lullaby, its voice, no-her voice was soothing like honey. The words were unnatural, not in any language I knew. But it soothed me, and I felt my eyelids shut. Or what was left of them. Relaxing, I felt the paw slip from my mouth, and the fire began to stop.
Chapter 5: A New World
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