Post by Kokoa on Jun 20, 2012 16:46:26 GMT -5
Chapter 1
Has some one ever told you not to be afraid of the dark? Well, you’d think they’re right? Wrong. You never know what’s out there, not even your dad can save you from the monster living inside your closet or bed. Usually when people come up to me and say “Never be afraid of the dark, there’s nothing out there.” I’d agree but since things changed and if people would say that, I’d say “Don’t be afraid of the dark? Are you kidding me? Of course you should be afraid of the dark! You don’t know what’s out there!”
I had a normal life you know? Well no you don’t. I could go on and say “I had a normal life, got good grades, a good family and best friends.” But that would be lying, wouldn’t it? I’ll start like this.
The blue-haired boy that hair stuck up around is head like tendrils of a startled octopus, but no facial tattoos or big metal bars through his ears or lips.
“Come on! Let me in I’m 13.” The blue-haired boy wailed, trying to impress the guard in front of the dance twin doors.
“Whatever go in.” The guard shrugged, bored. The boys eyes widen as he slid past him, quick as an eel. It was a long wait to get in the all-aged club. Thirteen-year-old Skyria Voyd, standing in line with her best friend Jace.
Inside, the club was full of dried ice smoke. Colored light flashed on the dance floor, turning it into a dream. The floor, Jace and his clothes which stuck out like a sore thumb on the dance floor swaying back and forth with occasional lunges toward the floor as if one of them had dropped a contact lenses.
“I’ve got to get home Jace.” I shouted from the booming music while checking my phone with 5 new text messages all from my mom saying “Come home now!”
“But we just got here.” His blonde hair stopped swaying with his body and all I could see is his yellow lion eyes.
“Sorry.” I really meant it, I promised him a good night but it’ll wait. My dirty blonde hair was stuck against my back of neck from the hot sweat from the dried heat.
“You can walk back can’t you?” He grinned. Sighing, I began walking out of the dance doors while looking back, I saw Jace kiss a black-haired girl. Frustration, pumped in my chest, as walking out in the cold. September wasn’t an easy month, my birthday was today and my mom ruined it all. I hugged myself, trying to get warm. My shoes clattered against sidewalk as I passed many houses.
For a moment, I thought the night was beautiful but that quickly passed as I blinked and came back to reality. The sky was cat-vomit but depends what you fed it, the bugs zoomed out the silence and the lights flickered.
Suddenly, pain shot through my stomach, hard pain like bullet pain. I looked down; blotches of blood stained my dress right in the stomach. Dizziness filled my eyes and I wobbled to my knees. Images flashed through my head, my pink dress with ribbons laced along the bottom now dripped from blood. It was all black out.
Flames filled the crested room; I jumped from the crackling sounds. Dogs like creatures with clumps of grayish fur on its black body, its teeth showed through its piercing pink lips. Red eyes glared into my skull as they stood above me snarls lashed out of no where.
“Down boys.” A British man voice echoed behind the snarling hounds. They whined helplessly and backed up. I sat up in the same dress but I was alive. I was in this completely white room with white leather furniture but under the building you felt fire crackled beneath your feet.
“Skyria... You have many things under your destiny but you were killed early.” He appeared through the white door, he was short with black per-shaved hair and he had a British voice that I loved so far. I blinked, he was gone these creatures with flaky ashes for skin their teeth chipped of black smoke. They lashed out and stabbed me, beat me, and even peeled skin off of me but I couldn’t feel pain. One minute they were mean to me the next the keeled down to their knees howling like a ghost swaying just like Jace was in the dance floor.
People screamed at me, howled at me. Then they were screams of horror they all fled to different directions I tried to call out but nothing came out but a wheeze. A pure white spot appeared down, you could see golden locks like Jace but it was different. I closed my eyes.
Gasping, my throat caught compacted air. It was pitch dark, I wasn’t in my dress anymore but I was in something I never felt before. I howled the word help in agony but all that came out was a wheeze. My finger tips were skinned and dry with dirt, I kicked with my leg with all my strength but I didn’t have any strength in my legs. Dirt spattered in my face when I did, I realized there was a hole in front of me. I was in a wooden coffin; I peeled with my finger tips until finally the wooden door in front of me collapsed.
Cupping my hands, and holding my breath I dug myself out of the dirt until my hands reached the ground above me. I pushed my head forward and gasped the free air when my head popped out, pushing my body out all the way I took deep breaths and laid there reminding myself what had happened what seemed hours ago.
I had on my favorite pair of jeans, an old T-shirt that said “If I throw a stick will you leave?” across the front and on my waist I had my favorite Greece jacket. It was a very hot afternoon, I had been walking for hours trying to find anyone, my dirty blond hair was dirty with and my clothes and shoes they buried me in dust. I kicked rocks along the paved road until I looked up with the sun beaming on my face and saw a gas station.
“Hello?” It sounded like a whisper but I was actually screaming. When I looked at my fingers to knock on the door, my fingernails are bitten down almost to the base. I noticed dried blood, I probably would have bled to death in that coffin, but what if I was dead in that coffin?
The sign on the gas station’s door has big red letters that said “Closed.” Scowling to myself, I wrapped my Greece jacket over my left hand, my shoulder bit down with pain but I ignored it. Smashing the window as hard, the glass shattered. I reached my hand inside and unlocked the door.
The beverage door slid open, and I grabbed a bottle of water and chugged it down, not realizing where I was or how i was still alive.
"Pink dresses are cursed." I muttered to myself walking to the employee bathroom. Looking in the mirror I saw a thirteen year old girl with dust powdered her cheeks, her eyes were dark then regular blue and her hair was lighter then dirty blonde. Splashing water over my face, I could see myself clearly now. Closing my eyes, I remembered what happened, the dance and the walk home. I opened my eyes and lifted my shirt, There has to be a scar. I thought. But nothing was there just light skin and belly button.
Her shoulder and chest started to burn badly, lifting the old shirt sleeve. Her eyes widen, a red hand print puffed open on her shoulder, I put it down quickly i looked at my chest. Another hand print. Frowning, i walked out.
"Interesting isn't it?" A voice started me as i looked up. Jace.
"Jace?Is that you?" He smiled but his face shimmered like water into a different person. He was in his thirties, wearing dress slacks,shirt and shoes accompanied by a beige trench coat. With light brown james bond hair with big blue eyes and a pre-shaved chin.
"Are you the-" He was already nodding, he leaned against the cashier counter, his fingers twisted together like we was holding hands with himself.
"My name is Castiel."He sat up straight, his voice was deep like he just smoked something.
"Oh so what are you suppose to be?Superman?" I crossed my arms and said sarcastically.
"Don't.." He held up a warning hand and turned around facing the bathroom. "Your an interesting kid Skyria. Your a mixed creature, half-angel and half-demon." He faced me again his face serious.
"I'm a creature?!Angel?Demon?They're not even real, I mean seriously do you see me with a black and white eyes?" I blinked and waited for an answer.
"Yes i do see you with that."He pointed to the mirror."Go look for yourself."
I walked to the mirror and he was right, a black eye looked at me with evil and the white,well.. it explains itself.
"What did you do-" I turned around, he was gone and in his place was a pistol that clicked by itself ready for bullets.
"Thanks for the ride." I growled under my breath and grabbed my supply bag; water, food and $300 dollars. [