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(4/12/03 8:22 pm)
Against The Will: Chp. 2 (YAY!!)
Wow, time flies by really fast. I put the first chapter up almost a month ago. I'll try putting this up faster but I have to write it out on paper first. Since the paper is about five chapters ahead of what I put on the net. So I'll try to get more of my imagination going.
So here you go.
Against the Will: Chapter Two
The stars sparkled decorating the black night sky. With their white glimmer, they were diamonds placed on black velvet of the sky, ever sparkling, shining. Ever shining. Ever glittering in the darkness to lead the lost back home. The moon was full, hanging in the sky, a pale white stone that outshines the diamonds.
That’s how I have always viewed the night, the moon a white plate and the stars diamonds, but tonight. The stars looked cold, not wanting to lead me back home, but to lead me to hell. Their glitter became sharp knives and blades, thirsting for my blood and death. Ready to punish me for my crime. I looked over to the moon. It was cracked.
Cracked!? What? How can the moon be cracked?! The moon had a long jagged crack, right down the middle. The two divided pieces floated apart as the left piece grew another crack. I watched as the moon broke apart. A pale china plate shattering as it hit the dark floor of a sky.
After the moon became three separate pieces, screams could be heard along with massive rumbling. Then herds of people came running swarming around everything that blocked their path. They were divided when cars or a lamppost appeared. Since I was facing the crowd people spread off around me.
It was a total state of chaos, a kind that you see in movies where there’s a natural disaster following them. Then a face with pure terror written on it slammed into me. I raised my arms up in preparation for the collision.
But nothing happened. When I got out of my defensive stance, I could see a foot in mid-running in my leg. Then the foot got pulled out as if nothing had happened.
“Did I die and no one told me?” I asked myself, not understanding what’s going on. I stretched my arm out to see if someone did phase through me.
As the people ran, my arm stayed in position, sticking straight out of my body, only to see heads, chests and arms run straight through. Finally it stuck out, the people were faded, like color was drained from them, or bleach got dumped on everyone.
Seeing that I was the only one to notice this, I walked against the crowd, figuring that whatever was making the people into a complete state of panic couldn’t really hurt me. After all I can phase through things at this moment.
As I walked, letting the people run though me, I started wondering what could cause such chaos. At once millions of possibility ran though. They varied from a psycho with a bomb to aliens fighting it out with Godzilla. Humans are a chaotic race.
As I turned the corner, hoping that I would find the source of the chaos, the faded just suddenly dissolved, dissipated. Paper blown away by the wind. I looked back at the sky checking the moon. It was whole, complete. Someone had picked up the pieces and glued it together like nothing happened. A perfect cookie-cutter shape in the midnight sky.
“What the hell,” okay…..nothing is making sense now. The street was just quiet and starkly empty. There was no sign of life. That made no sense, every other time I walk through here there was at least ten people that were up and about, doing whatever their business was.
Then a harsh, fierce wind blew, fluttering my blond hair in front of my silver eyes. Blond hair and silver eyes, it still doesn’t make sense.
That was a very random thought, the sarcastic side of my mind said to the comment of my hair and eyes. Still, it doesn’t………I shook my head clearing it of thoughts. Shivering, I pulled my long coat tighter around my frame.
I kept walking taking the same boring route. I was about to turn into an alleyway when I saw some ashes on the path.
“Damn you, James” I muttered to myself. How could he have been so…..I don’t know…cheerful for saying that if I was lucky I’d see some of that man’s remains? That man, that’s the only thing I knew about that scientist, I never knew his name, or wondered if he had family or if anyone would miss him. I felt my shoulders sink in more as I thought that.
“Ehh…” I groaned. I walked into the alley, only to see a total wall of black. Which of course made no sense. There were always some street lights on giving the narrow path a slight glow of light. Yes, it was dark but it was enough to see what was in front of you. At this moment, it was a wall. The light from the nearby lampposts seem unable to penetrate it.
I felt my head twitch slightly as I pulled up my coat sleeve, my watch blinking 12:10am. Ok, after what has happened in the last few minutes, I am going the long way home.
Shoot……………..shoot in the darkness.
Upon hearing that voice I realized that there are two different reactions when it comes to hearing mysterious, omniscient voices. One, they would think that they have finally snapped, gone over the edge, gone insane basically, and disobey the voice. Or two, they would shrug, mutter something along the lines of ‘oh well’, or ‘ok’, and obey the voice.
I picked number two.
After pulling my gun out and shooting into the wall of black, loud clattering of metal came. Then a scream, a loud blood-curling scream. Feeling the rush of panic I shot again.
Then there was silence. Nothing. There was one sound and that was my rapid breathing. The quiet just hung, absolutely no movement.
Dropping my handgun in my coat pocket I walked quickly with a reoccurring thought. Don’t run. Don’t run. Don’t run. Don’t run. Don’t run.
“Why do I pick number two? Why did I pick number two?” I said as I was running, with the thought ‘Don’t run’, becoming ‘Screw it RUN!!’
As I reached another corner I stopped. The block was still at peace. With me as the only intelligent life on the street.
It was making no sense. Someone should have heard the gunshots and the scream. There should be lights on everywhere. There should be people still in their old nightclothes coming out with their own guns and whatnot investigating the noise. It has happened every other time. Why is it not happening now?!
The harsh wind returned blowing some debris with it. The debris was ashes. They fluttered softly on the sidewalk. The same path where the other ashes were.…… Why did I had to ask James what was going to happen to the dead body? Why did he tell me what was going to happen? Why did he have to say that the next time I see ashes it could be him?
“Damn it, James,” I said out loud, not caring anymore if someone heard me. Then a softer, gentler wind blew. Picking up the small, black, charred particles, dispersing them out in the city.
Wanting this strange night to end I turned sharply, leaving behind what happened. Maybe I can find out more tomorrow.
Yes, that was one werid night. Also, there won't be blood or death for a while not for another maybe ten chapters. It will though still have it's seemingly-insane people along with a plot so knotty that you'll probably end up rereading some chapters. Hopefully you won't.
So please review. I really need feedback. I feel better about myself and it gives me encouragement to write more. *Goes off to figure out chapter seven*
This is the space where I would try to direct people to read my fiction but the last thing that I put up was in September. It was on Pojo and is now in the land of the deleted. So I have no fiction whatsoever. Isn't that sad?
Well, I'm commentless. It was a great chapter, descritption and everything, but it just left me kind of speechless. Not the bad kind of speechless, like the time when you read something and its so horrible that you don't want to tell the person out of pity, but the kind of good speechlessness you get from reading a good part of the book, and you're in a hurry to find out what happens next. With that having been said, would you be so kind as to direct me in the direction of my bed?
~Shiny Espeon, who hears voices all the time, but never listens EVER.
Re: Skwee!
Very very nice... You really got into your main character's head... Almost Tell-Tale Heart like... I enjoyed it... It didn't pull me as much as the previous chapter, but it was still good...
Your description was magnificent, and I can't wait for more!
catsMarch5 And the cats go marching on...
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(4/14/03 8:37 pm)
Re: Skwee!
Well, this chapter and the next one are set-upy. So the next revelations will happen in a few more chapters after this. Maybe I'll post Chapter three with four. I don't want anyone to kill me because of how boring chapter three is.
Which would mean chapter five will be posted with six. Since chapter five is very short, I can't think of anyways to extend it.
So be happy people, you will get two chapters soon.
*Goes off to write Chapter seven, which she hasn't started on yet*
This is the space where I would try to direct people to read my fiction but the last thing that I put up was in September. It was on Pojo and is now in the land of the deleted. So I have no fiction whatsoever. Isn't that sad?
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