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| Dapper Man | Mar 14 2016, 11:50 PM Post #1 | ||
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Minor Disclaimer: The book was originally poorly laid out and a little bit immature. Now, however, it's gonna be done properly with intense stuff like, um, blood and violence. So... view with your own precautions. Good luck!
Realitology 1: Things go sour (Not really, but still…) David I’ll give it to ya straight: we are some of the last of our kind, called Demigods. Not that I didn’t know that’s what we were, but whatever. My life went sour when she arrived. Me and Corey (My weird friend) where standing in the hallway looking at our lockers. Well, Corey wasn’t at the lockers at the moment, as he was running from bullies. I just so happened to notice him. I guess I should describe him: He’s got short brown hair, and a scrawny gait. He’s weirder than almost anything, even some of the weirdest viral videos on YouTube. He’s got a dark sense of humor, and I couldn’t think there was anything weirder or creepier than him. Turns out I would be wrong, when I met a certain someone. Me, I wasn’t much better. I’m constantly nervous, and have a hatred for certain people who are just so annoying. We aren’t the most popular people, for example, when one kid just so happened to punch Corey on the shoulder for no reason, they start laughing, and I have a feeling like I want to attack them. The newest group of bullies was even worse. They seemed so huge and scary, I don’t think they are even human, and their dog suggests otherwise. It’s probably the size of a Grizzly Bear, and seems to have rabies. Anyways, it was almost time for P.E. Wouldn’t be too harmful to be a little bruised. As the bullies came closer; I recognized them: their leader was Dylan West, an American boy, Ethan Smith, of British origins, Jacob Gill, from Mexico, Dillon Moses, from Wellington, Arturo Rosales, from Mexico (Three bullies from North America. How great.) And James Anderson, from Christchurch. At the end of the hall, I could see a strange girl of 7 years age running towards them with a knife. She wore a scarf around the lower half of her face, maybe coming from America or something. I watched as Corey raced past me, in full panic mode. “Run dude, RUN!” he yelled, racing past groups of people. You did not want to see Corey in full panic mode. He’s like a speed demon, I tell ya. I struggled to keep up with him, almost tripping up three times. Oh how the bullies would just love for me to trip up, although I’m not too sure about that girl. We raced outside, hiding at our hiding spot: a small bunch of bushes in the right corner of the field. It reminded me of when I last saw my dad: standing near a tree in a local farmland, saying he was going off to hunt with his friends. Then, out of nowhere, the bullies’ dog appeared. It was the size of a Grizzly Bear, with foam drooling from its mouth. Strangely, its back seemed to be on fire. So was the rest of its body. Corey stepped back, probably wetting himself. “Jaysus Christ! It’s on fire!” Corey yelled, probably exposing ourselves to the bullies. Its teeth gnashed and splattered spit all over the place, wetting Corey even more. I looked ahead. There was that girl, running towards the dog with… a sword? She ran quietly, than yelling “Die, you son of a female dog!” Before slicing it to shreds. Its body parts crumpled on the grass, and I got to see her more clearly. She definitely had a scarf around the lower half of her face, with very large eyes. Her hair was a chocolate brown, with it splaying out everywhere. Her eyes had a glint of fear in them, as if she’d seen death and had a cup of tea with him. She looked at us, muttering; “Potential Demigods…” and other weird stuff about Mythology. “Uh… you’re Scarfie, isn’t that your name?” Corey asked, looking at her sternly. “Yes. That’s my nickname, due to my scarf. My real name, must you know, is Samantha Turner. However, you can call me Sam if you like.” She stared at us with those unnerving eyes, which were of hazel colour. “So… Sam, wasn’t that like a Hellhound or something?” I asked, with her replying: “Yes.” Impatiently, she explained how the Greek Mythology was real, and that finding Demigods was super rare, and they tend to die when she needed them most. “Oh. Must suck.” I said, with her replying “Must suck for you to. I sense that you guys are potential Demigods… so that brings hope, I guess.” Sam replied, staring at us. “Well… it’s time to go to P.E. We’re gonna get Crushed.” I said, as we walked into the changing rooms. Table of Contents Spoiler: click to toggle
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| Dapper Man | Mar 15 2016, 01:58 AM Post #2 | ||
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Part 2: Time had come for us to play P.E, which was the most boring subject ever. Our teacher, Mr. Finley, barely taught us anything. We had decided to play Dodgeball, (Not on mine, Corey’s or Sam’s part, literally all the fit boys wanted to play it, so, they got the choice. Sucks), so we head out into the playing field. I was ready to get wrecked, and Corey was pumped to do the same thing. Sam casually just stood in the background, as if waiting for people to die. The rest of our team included a Spanish kid called Camdyn Larson, a British boy called Roy McCarthy, a boy from Auckland (Where the rest of us live) called Theo Walsh, and a girl called Natasha Hill. I thought the teams where a bit unfair, with the highest of the other team’s members being a staggering 3 meters tall, which I found astonishing. Sam trudged back and forth, looking at the opposite team with pity. I didn’t blame her. “I’m guessing someone might die in this game…?” Natasha asked, with Sam nodding her head. Natasha kept quiet. “So… GG everyone?” Camdyn asked, with me replying: “Yeah. Nice knowing you.” With us running to grab the ball. The game was hell, with almost everyone getting out. Within the first five minutes, the only ones left where me, Sam and Natasha. The other team’s main players didn’t look human. They were now 5 meters tall, with rather bulky skin. They were layered in insulation, with a humanoid stance. One of them looked at us with uncaring eyes. I looked at my watch. The time said: 3.00 Pm. Good, almost home time. I was distracted, when a ball almost hit my face. Sam caught it, which was seemingly impossible. She surprised me even more: By throwing it at the weird creature that had once been Jacob Gill. He looked at it in surprise, before toppling on the ground. The day ended miserably; as I was depressed at how much I sucked. “So… this might sound weird, but do you have a home, Sam?” I asked her, and she just stared longingly, before replying: “I used to, but… now I don’t.” She said, with me replying: “Uh… this might sound weirder, but do you want to stay with me for a while? You could be like a little sister or something… IDK.” I replied, making her eyes shine. “Sure, but would your mother agree?” She asked, with a little concern in her voice. “Yeah, sure. I’ll just explain as to why you’re here. Maybe I could say ‘She’s just a new friend’ or something like that.” I said, making her chuckle. At least she’s happy, I thought. We started to walk home, with Corey heaving. “Do you really think that mum would be happy with you just walking in with a new friend?” He asked. “Yeah. I’ll just explain that she would like to stay with us for a while. And you know mum.” I replied. We walked home, with mum opening the door quickly, as she was always happy to see us. Today, however, she stared at Sam, confused. “Mum- Sam, Sam- Mum.” I said, with a little introduction. “We made friends with her today, and she saved our lives a couple of times. All she wants from us really is a place to stay for a while.” I said, making mum think. “Okay. As long as you don’t do anything weird, Sam.” She replied, making Sam relieved. “Thank you. I haven’t been treated so nicely in ages…” She said, with a tear racing down her cheek. We treated her to a cup of tea, which she swallowed almost instantly. “Wow. You drank that Tea whole, even when it was hot.” Mum said, looking at the chocolate mustache that had appeared on her mouth. Corey giggled as she wiped it off. “Thank you, Miss Fletcher. No one has been this nice to me since the last person I met.” I only just realized she’d put her scarf on the table. “Aren’t you getting hot in those clothes?” Mum asked, which sounded weird. “No. I’m always cold for some reason.” She replied, with doubt in her voice. Corey left to go home at 6. Sam and I, for some reason, slept in the same room. It was only 7 Pm, but she was fast asleep. No PlayStation for me I guess, I thought to myself. I paced the room for half an hour, before picking up a book. It was entitled: How Mythology is Fake, which I began to question. I heard Sam mumbling about someone drowning, which brought a tear to her eye. I wondered if she’d lost someone in a flash flood or something. I sat on my bed for a while, listening to her talking about a possible dead friend in her sleep. Next morning, when I got up, she was gone. I looked at the bedroom window, and it was still closed. Good, maybe she beat me downstairs I thought. I walked downstairs, and I saw her cooking some Pancakes. “Um… heard you talking in your sleep last night.” I said, which startled her. “What about?” She asked, and I told her what I heard. “Stupid me, I should forget about him. He’s dead anyways.” She muttered, and I wondered if she’d lost a boyfriend or something. She’d told me to forget about him. So I did. We headed towards school, with Corey catching up to us. “Dude. Something weird happened.” He said, and explained about how he’d found a weird note on his fridge, and a shimmering woman talked to him about the world ending. Sam hung her head, as if in pity. “Well… that might just be possible.” She said, and described the weird events that happened to her before she met us as well. “Dude, that’s weird.” I said, leaving an awkward silence in our group. Edited by Dapper Man, Mar 22 2016, 07:43 PM.
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| Beetleboy | Mar 15 2016, 10:09 AM Post #3 | ||
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To be honest, it has still got many of the same problems. There needs to be more spaces, and the writing style is still quite immature. The lack of spaces and the way you never put speech on a new line makes it really confusing to read, and personally I quickly lose track of the story line. Sorry I'm being a little harsh. Edit: another thing. Non of the characters are ever very surprised when something strange and magical happens. Edited by Beetleboy, Mar 15 2016, 01:30 PM.
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| Dapper Man | Mar 15 2016, 08:29 PM Post #4 | ||
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The characters don't seem to be surprised because of the weird stuff that's going on in the world right now (You know, weird YouTube videos and stuff.) I honestly wouldn't be surprised if something magical popped up in my house right now (Although I would be a little worried) Chapter 3 (When it's posted) will cover that stuff. |
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| Dapper Man | Mar 15 2016, 10:15 PM Post #5 | ||
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| Dapper Man | Mar 16 2016, 02:54 AM Post #6 | ||
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2: Distraught feelings about home... (David)… As I looked on the date, I realised it was Thursday. Dam! So close to Friday! I thought excitedly. Natasha was talking to Sam, asking questions like; “Why are your eyes so big? How come you never talk?” and other questions I wasn’t interested in. I started to think about that guy that she was murmuring about in her sleep. “You should really avoid talking about that.” She said with a stern look in her eyes. “Okay.” I replied, as we went to have lunch. We sat in our usual spot, and Sam sat in the corner of our Social Studies class, eating a Burrito. A couple of people noticed her, and began staring, asking questions like: “Doesn’t she know she’s not meant to be eating in the classrooms?” “A teacher could get very annoyed if the come across her. Doesn’t she know this?” “Why is she doing that?” She continued eating, eyeing at the people caulking like idiots. She never liked to be social, anyways. “Guys. Give her some space. I’ve only known her for a day, but I guess she’s been through some deep things.” I replied, making people go back. We went on with the day without her, as she seemed to have disappeared after her “Burrito Scene” as people decided to call it. Corey hadn’t spoken for the whole day, which actually surprised me. “Dude… where do you think she’s gone after lunch eating?” I asked him. “Maybe she’s gone out by the back door. She’s not like the other girls.” He replied rather seriously. We decided to follow her. Maybe it was a bad choice, but who knows. After all, no one simply poofs out of existence. I traced her steps, eyeing each one with more suspicion. Thursdays are probably one of the worst days, in my opinion, that is. This just made it even worse. Our tracing skills ended us up at a shed, which was quite large. It was probably forgotten by everyone, as large vines dangled on the edge. We were cautious, but not cautious enough. I swear I heard two people arguing. I noticed a dark storm cloud approaching us. I hope she’s in here. Or else we’re wetter than the Amazon I thought, allowing our entrance. You know that feeling of massive Deja vu? I was having that. You know, the feeling you’ve been here before but you don’t recognize the place? I had that at the moment. I perched open the door. Standing there, with their backs facing us, where Dylan, Jacob and Ethan, all looking at something. I leaned over their shoulders, and found Sam. She was backed up against a corner, and not looking good. Her right eye was bruised, and her hair was a mess. Her left arm was cut and bleeding. She looked as if she had a chair whacked on her head. “Give up. You know it’s not going to do anything.” Dylan said, making her shuffle a little bit. “I’ve killed before… and I will do it again!” She said, making them chuckle. “Nice try girl. You know that won’t threaten us. You might as well give up. We’ve definitely won this time.” Ethan said, making her squirm. “Oh, you won’t anyways. My master is here.” Jacob replied, and the three of them vanished. I rushed towards her, holding her hand. “Bloody hell… why did they do this to you?” I asked, concerned. “I don’t know… but who is that man?” She asked, pointing to a strange man, standing over Corey. He was 2 meters tall, with bunches of muscles. He kicked Corey, who went flying, yelling “That’s not cool!” before ramming into piles of dust. The man was much more visible now, and much more disturbing. His skin was ripped in places (Like, you could see the muscles underneath!) and he had dark grey hair. He had eyes that mimicked fire, with a hot attitude. The man stood over us, saying “The pathetic folks.” In an American accent. We crouched back into the containers. He still eyed us with an amused look on his face. Then he crouched forward, saying “Oh how I love my job.” We waited for the final blow, when we heard a rumbling. I looked outside, and I saw something weird. There was a boy around our age (Not Sam’s, as she was 7 years old) rushing towards the shed. He was guided by massive silicon walls. They moved across the ground, with him yelling “Woohoo!” before bursting in. I cowered in fear as he made the man vanish. The kid looked at us. He had dark brown (Almost black) hair and dark coloured eyes. He had an almost maniacal smile. “Most fun I’ve had in ages!” He said, proudly standing where the man had vanished. “Name’s Troy, by the way.” He said, still smiling. “So… what just happened?” I asked, a little confused. “A god just vanished… not too sure which one, however.” He replied. We decided to introduce ourselves. He would be a good friend, I decided, and we walked home. Hadn’t realized that it was home time, and things would be very bad. We were almost home, when I saw smoke rising from around our house. “No! This can’t be!” I yelled, running up towards our house. Mum still must be in there I thought, forging myself forward. Sam and Troy were almost up to me, and Corey was wheezing behind us. I found myself yelling “Mum!” with no response. I was scared. She should be inside! I thought. “I’m here, mum! Show yourself for peeps sake!” I yelled, trying to make her show herself. She didn’t respond. I knew she would still be in there, waiting for me. Frustrated, I threw open the door. Flames were coming out of the oven, with Mum on the floor, blood trickling out of her mouth. “No! This could not be!” I yelled, trying to drag her out. “I don’t think she’s alive. I can sense it.” Sam replied, filling me with grief. “How?” I asked, angrily. “How can you sense when people die?!” I yelled at her. “Maybe I inherited it from my mother or something, I don’t know!” She replied, making me stop. The flames broiled continuously, getting closer to us. I tried to drag her out, forcing all of my strength into my attempts. It was no use, with Sam eventually dragging me out. “Let me go, dammit!” I yelled, being pulled away from mum. All I cared about is mum, I’m just too worried. “We’ve got to go. It’s no use.” Sam replied, pulling me out. Just in time, as the house exploded. To be continued... Edited by Dapper Man, Mar 22 2016, 07:48 PM.
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| Beetleboy | Mar 16 2016, 09:52 AM Post #7 | ||
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Honestly, I would be very surprsied if a dog appeared with a flaming back and tried to kill me, then some girl appeared and slashed it into pieces with a sword. I definitely wouldn't then say, “Oh. Must suck.”, then casually walk off, saying “Well… it’s time to go to P.E. We’re gonna get Crushed.". Nor would most of the world's population, I would think . . . |
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| Dapper Man | Mar 16 2016, 05:49 PM Post #8 | ||
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| Dapper Man | Mar 17 2016, 12:35 AM Post #9 | ||
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Two things: "Minor" swear words (Like bloody, bastard and crap) will be left in. Also, once you see a monster, it will try to kill you no matter what (Even if it means killing your family) | ||
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| Beetleboy | Mar 17 2016, 10:12 AM Post #10 | ||
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If I saw what happens in the first chapter with the hell hound and it being chopped into bits, I think I'd honestly stand there, scream, and wet my pants. Edit: one other thing. In the previous chapter, his mum burns to death (or so we think). I'm pretty sure the chapter wouldn't be named so casually and even funnily if he'd watched his mum dying. Unless, of course, he writes this after he finds out that his mum is actually ok (I don't know if that is what is going to happen, but maybe). Edited by Beetleboy, Mar 17 2016, 10:14 AM.
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| Dapper Man | Mar 17 2016, 05:13 PM Post #11 | ||
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Just thought to change the title up a little bit (Instead of making it rather sad, so...) And she's definitely dead. |
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| Dapper Man | Mar 18 2016, 03:53 AM Post #12 | ||
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Part 2... I dragged him out, repelling against his kicking, cursing and screaming. I looked at him, and he looked terrible. Tears streamed down his face. He reminded me of when I was younger, losing my own father. “We could’ve saved her, dam you!” He yelled me, which has been said to me enough times. “I honestly wished you would just shut up sometimes.” I replied, having enough of that word. “So… four of us are orphans, presumably you don’t have a home, Troy.” Corey said enthusiastically. “Yeah, whatever. I do know a place we could go, but it would take a long time to walk there. Maybe two or three days or something like that.” Troy replied, giving me hope. Despite the fact that David and Corey tried to hide it, I knew they were terrified. It was the same for me when my friends all died, and I was alone. Rain started to drop, then pour. It was miserable, cold and wet, and the only protection we had was our clothing, as we had no rain jackets, for they were in the house at the time. I was about as miserable as I could get. “Do you think anyone else is in danger now?” David said, still repelling against me like a little kid. “Let me go!” He shouted, forcing me to throw him on the ground. “I think Natasha is in danger. She definitely saw the Hellhound.” Corey replied, surprising me. “Oh crap! I think she might be at Subway, you know, stuffing herself with food.” I said halfheartedly. We started to walk to her location. Don’t know why, but I had a sneaking suspicion that she was in danger. Our group started to walk down the chilling alleyway. The sun was low in the sky, almost transparent. Everything seemed to darken by a tremendous degree. It took us an hour before we got to Botany, and almost every shop was closed. The only light visible was that from Subway. “Yep, she’s in there already.” Corey said, marching forward. How did we know? First, there was a massive chomping sound. No one matched her when it came to food competitions. We pried open the door, and found her. “About time. If we’d waited any longer, she could be in serious danger.” Troy said. I looked back at David. He was the nicest person I ever known. Yet he looked the most terrible. His eyes were watery, and sunk back into his head. His head hung low to the ground, ashamed of living. Tears rocketed down his face like a waterfall. He seemed just about ready to give up on life. “Why? Why did you do this?” He asked, still staring. “I didn’t do anything. I just pulled you away from almost certain death. I will not let another person die again. Not like last time…” I paused, cursing at myself for remembering my last “Family”. Wait a minute… her family… is in danger… my “Death noting” part of my brain tingled. “We don’t have time for paying orders, Natasha! Your families in danger!” I yelled, forcing us out. “What do you mean? No one would want to hurt my family!” She replied, as we raced for her house. My feeling had not lied to me: A large Cyclops, about 3 meters tall, stood in Natasha’s house. “What the…” she stammered, with her legs shaking. We approached her house, still unsure of what to do. “He’s the bastard that killed mum! I’m coming for you! Aaarrrghhh!” David yelled, as he raced towards the Cyclops. “I thought fire killed his mother…” Corey replied. “David’s right.” I said, watching as he foolishly raced forward. How could I tell when people are about to die? It’s a sort of tingling that rings in my brain every now and then. I saw David muck up. He tripped over a brick five meters from it. I raced towards him, not even breaking a sweat. He was on his knees, tears dripping down his face like a waterfall. “No… this can’t be…” he muttered, staring at the Cyclops, as it picked up Natasha’s father. “What?! No! I will not let another person die within my life!” Corey yelled, racing towards the beast. He was surprising agile, leaping over bricks and columns. He jumped forward like a flea, bouncing around. I watched him get closer and closer, with a knife in his hand. Where did he get that knife? I thought, as he landed on the Cyclops, and he looked like a fly compared to your house. I watched in pure horror as he started ripping it to shreds, from the inside out. Natasha’s house lay in ruins, and it took a full five minutes before it toppled like a crumbling building. He dropped down, and I looked at him. His face was filled with blood, his eyes fulling red from the blood intake. Tears swarmed from his eyes, pouring down like waterfalls. He stood, with his knife in his hands. He had just killed his first monster. “Dude, you went from a weird friend to god mode in 10 seconds!” Troy yelled happily, but it didn’t help the situation. All of our families were dead, and yet we still where living, like angels in a cloud of demons. “It’s done. He’s dead, it’s over. Let’s get the hell out of here.” Corey replied angrily, as rain started to pour down like meteors. The situation couldn’t get worse: David and Natasha where crying, Corey was on a murderous rampage, and I was pretty much emotionless. We stood there, staring at the sky. It was dark, with black clouds brewing. I wonder who the cooker is. I felt like Doomsday was upon us, yet it shouldn’t come for another year or so. Our group was pathetic: all of us without a family to go, except for maybe Corey. Sure, we were all terrified, but we had to keep on moving. “Can you hear that?” I asked our group. “That’s my heartbeat.” I finished, leaving people confused. “We have to keep on moving, or else we’ll have the same fates as our families. That is, death.” I said, forcing us to trudge on. Rain poured down on us. I never felt so miserable, even if there was someone positive at our side. Natasha and David had stopped crying, luckily. Corey was at the back of the group, busily talking to Troy. I kept quiet, not wanting any attention. I looked at Corey, whose eyes seemed to burn like fire. He reminded me of Demons, who’ve I’ve seen enough of. We were all now scarred for life, making unchangeable decisions. A loud clap could be heard in the sky, as if thunder was occurring. Wind continued blowing, whipping its way around us, and birds struggled to fly. We marched forward, despite the horrors we’d seen. I looked back, and the corpse of the Cyclops had vanished. “How long till we get to this so called “Settlement” you talk about all the time, Troy?” Corey asked, looking like Death itself. “5 hours, surprisingly. Not too sure whether this was a good or bad idea to go to Natasha’s house or not. It is Monster proof, however. That’s for sure.” Troy replied, and we surged forward. Edited by Dapper Man, Mar 22 2016, 07:51 PM.
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| Dapper Man | Mar 19 2016, 11:25 PM Post #13 | ||
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| Dapper Man | Mar 20 2016, 11:36 PM Post #14 | ||
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3: If you see a group of 5 people, avoid Them (Sam) Our group was small, but determined. We weren’t the strongest, nor are we the smartest, but we have courage and bravery. It was already 12 o clock before the rain stopped. We tread through the never ending road, packed with cars, bikes and trucks. My eyes just so happened to look at a building, not of my interest, however. It was old looking, with bits of dust dripping from its roof, curtains ripped and torn. We weren’t interested, and the cold started to kick in. I felt as if my eyes would burn, as rain had just seemed so weird to me at the moment. Wind howled like a wolf hunting its prey. We started to run, as we could see little lights shining some 5 meters away. I could see a news reporter standing on a bridge, looking down at us, speaking. I couldn’t hear what he said, but he definitely was talking about us, made possible by his looking at us. Our group would probably on One News or something by now, I don’t know. “Guys, we’re on the news.” I said. “Yeah, so?” Troy replied. “Doesn’t mean you have to show the obvious. We’re probably going to be at the settlement in like, three hours, or something.” “Sorry. Didn’t mean to sound like a Jackass” I said, as we continued walking. “Besides, didn’t think you guys would’ve noticed.” I remembered the day I found myself alone in this world: Scared, intolerant and noticeable by everyone. I had remembered the big sacrifice I made, all to come down to this: Worse than living with my cousins. “Ow! My tummy hurts!” Natasha said, clenching it. “Whose doesn’t? Anyways, why do you like food so much?” I asked, a little rudely. “Because I want to be a chief when I grow older. It’s been a dream of mine.” I could see the sun slowly pop its head above the ground: It rose slowly, creeping up the sky like a vine in a forest. Slowly, but surely, it would conquer the sky. Snow was packed on the ground. Then I remembered: It was almost Christmas. For some reason, it always snowed around this time. Even with the extra clothes I had on, it was still unnaturally cold. Wind poured around us, and I saw someone standing on a hill. There was a little girl, maybe six or seven years of age. Her long blond hair whipped about like crazy. She had her back to us, and was alone. This was never a good sign: You know those movies where a little girl is by herself and something creepy happens? I felt like that. She turned around. Her expression was that of disbelief, grief and horror. Tears drained down her face, as if she’d lost some she loved. I knew that feel, in fact, I’d lost several lost ones due to that day I wished I could forget. The little girl was eyeing us suspiciously, as if we were kidnappers. Her face was scarred: The look of her eyes was that of pure fear. She slowly paced her way down the snow, occasionally tripping on herself. She came down, placing her hand on a flower. She almost slipped, but caught herself. Her face had been emotionally ripped: She was almost broken. I’d seen all types of sad things in my life, but this was over the top. “Hey. Don’t worry, we’re not going to hurt you” I said in a soft voice, trying not to be scary. “We are going somewhere safe. No one would be able to hurt you. Maybe you could come with us if you want?” I finished. “Why? Even if I continue, he will just repeatedly follow me and try to kill you guys. You know the story, remember?” the girl replied, and I remembered who she was, slightly. I had walked into her house (It’s a thing, for some reason I always show up when people die, whether I like it or not) and found her brutally stabbing her dad repeatedly with a knife, and her mother was impaled on a pole of some sort. She had looked not to dissimilar to Corey when he had sliced up the Cyclops earlier today. I noticed that her house was not too dissimilar to a mansion: with long halls stretching out, and four stories on the top. I’d always wondered what caused her to do that, but she would never ever explain, but there was a hint that her dad had caused it, and he had not looked to dissimilar to the god that had injured me a couple of days earlier. I had quickly made friends with her, then we were sent to an Orphanage, and then escaped and, somehow, where separated from each other. Her name was Grace. “Where the hell have you been? I thought you clearly said “I won’t fail you!” when we left the Orphanage!” I said, happy, as she was my only friend, asides from David and Corey, that actually cared about me. “I don’t know, to be honest. Something weird happened, and I have no clue as to what it was…” Grace finished, giving me a friendly hug. I was so happy to see her, as she, along with David and Corey, are the only friends that haven’t died when I needed them the most. These three, along with the recent Natasha and Troy, weren’t allowed to die, especially when I need them. I would never again let another friend of mine die in my hands. That had happened to many times. For once, I was actually happy. Happy enough for the world, no matter how cruel it is. None of our group was going to die. This time, they will definitely live to see through this hell hole. I was too happy to care about anything else. I finally knew what it felt like to have a proper family, proper friends, and not just some cheapskate who would die on me. I started marching forward, too happy for myself. “Oh crap! She’s walking faster than an ostrich! We gotta keep up!” Natasha said, running towards me. She definitely had a different emotion from a day ago. Instead of being scared and helpless, she was now confident, and ready to take on anything. That was interesting, going from scared to confident in a day, but then again, Corey had had a major change to, from a weirdo to a badass. Maybe something had ticked in the two. I looked at a street lamp. Two Crows, rather metallic, stood on top of the lamp, sharing a dead insect. They looked rather metallic, with sharp feathers almost looking like silver. They flew away when they saw me, rested nearby on a rubbish truck. I stared at the sun. It stood high in the sky, beaming down on us. “How long to this settlement?” David asked. I suddenly knew which one he was talking about. I had got there, all by myself on a stormy night, and politely accepted. That was the only home I knew for years. I was suddenly excited, eager to get there. “I know what he’s talking about! Its 30 minutes from here! There isn’t much more to go! We can be safe!” I yelled back. I was happy to the point of bursting out in gratitude. I never felt this way before, I felt as if no one could stop me. The settlements Troy was talking about were the best places in the world, and heavily protected by vast Crossbow Towers, with many people like us taking “Refuge” inside. The runners of the place provided good food, water and a general good time. The settlements were the best place to be in this type of situation, honestly. Almost no one was mean, nobody was a constant bastard, and we were kept safe. The area of the Settlements are from what was suburban Auckland to Rangitoto. It took up a lot of room, but was at the Suburban areas, so it didn’t interfere with the local cities. People had cabins to themselves, occasionally sharing one with a couple of buddies of theirs. For me, I was probably going to share mine with Natasha and Grace, as they were my closest friends. I could see the First Settlement up a head. It wasn’t a pleasant site: Buildings lay in ruins, fire burned for days, and smoke crawled it’s was up into the sky. I knew the second settlement wouldn’t be two far away. Then a rumbling could be heard. “Um, guys... our friends back…” Natasha said, pointing to the Cyclops that loomed above us. She was right: The being loomed above us, and I recognized his face. He had the same dark hair, same devilish smile and fiery attitude. Suddenly, we could hear a Beep, Beep! Of a car driving towards us. “Over here, you ugly!” a boy’s voice shouted, before driving through the forest. The car continued to swerve in and out of the trees, confusing the Cyclops. It roared, then chased after him. He did the stupidest thing: He swerved around, and started going forward. Presumably, he put it on autopilot, as he pulled out a sword and started swinging. The Cyclops was surprised, with drips of blood dripping from its mouth. It looked at the boy who was swinging his sword, and sliced the right foot of the monster. He slowly toppled, and the boy continued to slice at the monster, who then slammed on the ground, never to get up again. “Whoa! That was amazing! Who are you?” Natasha asked in an excited voice. He stepped out of his car. “Nathaniel. How’s it?” he said, looking at us. Edited by Dapper Man, Mar 22 2016, 07:54 PM.
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Part 2: He allowed us to get into his car, which naturally had to be a Holden 1970 Ute, one I almost got run over with when I was a child. That was a close one, luckily I was pulled from the road. Anyways, I saw a horde of monsters pile out of the woods, sniffing in our direction. There were monsters of all shapes and sizes, and I didn’t want to see any again. He had directed the car to the Second Refuge, and put it on Autopilot. I hadn’t seen this many monsters in all of my life. There was too many people to be in the car at once. “Uh oh. Someone’s going to have to run to the, um, what was it again?” Natasha asked, having a really bad poker face. I remembered a village that wasn’t too far from here. My brother, Konnor, had showed me the way when I first saw the monsters. He had protected me for a while, until he was shot to death before my own eyes, due to some complications between the last group that I held dearly to, who were all dead by now. If anything, they village would still be here, as it was constantly guarded. Surely it wouldn’t be over run. I told Nathaniel that we would meet back there before heading off to the Second Refuge. Natasha, Corey, Grace and I ran to the village. The town was called Paradise Falls, as it was one of the last places asides from the two refuges to stand tall and proud. The hoard of monsters slowly departed, following Nathaniel’s car. I noticed several Hydras, Minotaur’s, and Griffins etc. following the car, gargling and roaring, chasing it away. In the car was David, Troy and Nathaniel, shooing the monsters away from the village, allowing us to get in safely. I looked at the village, and entered. The village had 200 housings, all of which were abandoned. How depressing. Anyways, it used to be a beautiful site: hundreds of residents living out daily lives whilst the rest of the world was being slaughtered by monsters. I had presumed they evacuated. I was wrong. Tones of bodies lay on the street, some with acid marks and others with wounds so devastated that I couldn’t recognize who they were. “I think I’m going to be sick…” Natasha said, and threw up. Coming here was worse than seeing hordes of monsters. It was such a depressing site, especially when I heard Grace whimper. Poor thing, she had lived here after all, and witnessed... disturbing things in her life. We passed many people and burning houses. Smoke coiled from the sky, blooming up like a funnel. If Troy had seen this, he would’ve probably made some sort of weird joke, which was hard to laugh at, especially at the state that things were in. Things couldn’t get any worse, except for when I saw a person walk out of a house. The person was injured, clenching their arm in distaste. They then collapsed and disappeared. How odd. Anyways, I saw a Lamborghini just sitting in the driveway, as if it was just begging for someone to drive it. We hopped in, and started the engine, which would turn out to be a bad idea. I looked back, and, watching in horror, a giant beast slowly rose out of the smoke clouds. It was huge, of a height of 107 meters, as tall as the average skyscraper. It had a feminine body, lean and muscular. Her head was the mere definition of creepy. She had a long row of canines for teeth, wrapping around the insides of her mouth. She had a ghoulish look to her; pieces of skin was ripped off, probably due to some fatal encounter. Muscle was definitely showing; not in the nice way, however. Her eyes had a maniac look to them, with an evil glint in her eyes. She clearly just had a meal, as blood and body parts drooled from her mouth. She noticed us trying to get into the car. Even if I knew what some of the larger monsters looked like, none looked like her. She had some sort of intelligence, as if she knew what to do. Well, this is new, I thought. We stood, startled. “Oh crap. Well, um… that’s some creepy pasta stuff right there.” Corey said, stepping back. “Yeah, totally…” I said, with a scary thought brewing in my head. I never usually thought things through, which might be fatal in the future. All in all, we had to survive this beast first. She started trudging towards us, clearly injured by some weapon of some sort. Seriously, who would be insane enough to do this type of damage to this… thing? No one. No one could be that insane. I think half of our group was scared. We started the car, with me driving. Even though I was eight years old or something, I found out that I could drive pretty easy, which was weird. The car failed to start. Its tires were flat, which was a cliché. I wondered how David and the others were doing. Probably better than us, as we were stuck between a rock and a hard place. The rock being the creature standing before us, and the hard place being our emotions. At least David and the others were having a good time, we were in the worst possible situation ever. The feminine monster looked at us, and it reminded me of a horror movie, like Psycho or Friday the 13th or something. She burled towards us, and grabbed Grace by surprise. “No!” I yelled uselessly, as she was about to be crushed by this… monster. “Go! I’ll be fine!” Grace replied, punching the monster in the face repeatedly. We turned and ran our legs out. I did not want to leave my best friend, but choices had to be made. We sprinted as fast as we could, exhausting ourselves to the limit. The monster was still far behind us, at least we were safe, for now. |
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