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#4 Trapped {♥}
As Lord Cirque waved a hand at me, my surroundings began to ripple and change. Soon, I was staring up at a run-down building, before someone tapped my shoulder. Looking up, a bearded man grinned down at me sheepishly, saying, "I know its old, but it was the best I could get. Shall we get going then?" He gestured to my fellow travellers, dragging their lauggages into the old mansion. I looked down and felt a lump in my throat as I found that I had two huge lauggages to manage. Struggling them with my hands, rough, big hands reached out and took one from me. I thanked the tour guide(I supposed), and we walked off with the others.Once I stepped into the mansion, and my mouth flopped open and close like a god-damned fish, gawking like an idiot. It was huuuuuge! Well duh, it's a mansion, stupid! There was a crystal lighting at the ceiling and damn! was it gorgeous. There was this manificent spiral stairway that was just.. AWESOME. Oh gosh, it made the old-looking mansion feel young again! I still remember I complained that spiral staircases made my head spin even by looking at them but now.. it totally changed my impressions of-
Then its huge front doors slammed shut behind us, making us jump in surprise, and breaking my internal babble. I looked back, and spotted Lord Cirque's horrendous face on the doors. Let's see if you are able to survive this challenge. If you can, your little friend over here survives. He giggled and lifted up Hachirou by the skin at the back of his neck, who was struggling against Lord Cirque, snapping his fangs at him. I started to shout at him, but a shrill scream made me stop short. I spun around to see a menacing dog at the flight of the stairs of the mansion, growling at a lady who had dropped her belongings in shock(seemed like she was climbing the stairs to the rooms or something), standing in front of the dog, frozen in fear. Everyone held their breath. A man standing closest to the lady leaned in and whispered something to her, barely moving his lips. Together, they slowly backed away from the dog.
Then it launched at her.
"Victoria!" He cried.
She screamed in shock as the dog knocked her down, and her scream became a gurgle of blood as the dog bit hard into her fragile neck. She struggled weakly against the dog, constantly coughing out lungful of blood, eyes wide in horror as she stared hopefully at us for aid. The same man stepped out and tried to yank the dog away, his eyes wet with tears(her husband maybe), but it snapped at him, making him stagger back, preventing anyone from getting near its prey and itself.
Everyone helplessly watch the woman choke for the last time and slump, her blonde hair drenched red with blood. Satisfied with her, the beast scans around the crowd, preparing its next victim. At once everyone takes a cautious step back. It then jumps to another. This quick-witted man quickly picked up his suitcase and whacked it hard against the incoming fangs, causing a sickening crunch. It dropped to the floor whimpering, and the man battered it with his suitcase without hesitation. The bloodied dog twitched once, then went limp, smashed.
A lady(probably a doctor) rushed to the wounded woman, gently lifting her wrist and checked her pulse. Her head snapped up, eyes a glimmer of hope, "She still has a faint pulse! Come help me!" With that I dashed to her side. She opened her lauggage and took out a band-aid kit, took out a pair of surgical gloves, and put them on. She then took out a towel and carefully pressed it againt the woman's wound.
I soon found out that the lady who tended to the wounded woman was Linda, a doctor. The wounded lady was Victoria. The guy who shouted Victoria's name was actually her husband, Anthony. The brave gentleman who literally smashed the dog to death, was Caden. The rest were Carol and Laura(mother and a seven-year-old daughter), Terri and Darren(couples), a totally cute guy(I mean seriously! Rene would totally melt), Cal, and the tour guide, Jared.
"This is bad. I've never seen anything like this." Linda's voice trembled. "What's wrong?" She looked up at me, "Victoria's skin is hot to touch, her tear glands are flowing freely, and her eyes are bloodshot. Her breathing is getting faster, almost like she's gasping for air. It seems like rabies, but it's different.." She trailed off, eyes full of confusion. Linda fumbled through the contents of her band-aid kit. "I'm going to prepare a sleeping medicine. We need it in case. If she wakes up, Victoria might not be Victoria anymore.." She then brought out a stringe, inserting it into a bottle of liquid.
A slight movement.
My head snapped to Victoria, she was stirring, producing a kind of growl as she woke. "Linda, hurry!" I squeaked. She cursed and inserted it into the unwounded part of Victoria's neck. She moans, and goes unconscious. We heaved a sigh of relief. "But it won't hold her for long. It'd buy us some time to leave her in a room, locked and far from us - all of us." She told me sternly. "We have to dump her and leave her to die?" I gasped. "Oh she won't die, she'll just turn into a monster." She said, and I cringed at the thought.
A giggle. I lifted my head to the direction of the sound, half expecting Lord Cirque to be there. There was a figure at the top of the stairs, a girl. She was grinning, the rest of her face blocked by the darkness. I could see that she was holding a stringe, wearing a baby pink gown, with a tint of red. She also has a thick jet-black hair that falls to her thigh. I didn't see her with the group, did she wander off before I saw the group? But why was she holding a stringe? I started to call out to her, to tell her it's dangerous, but Linda cut me off. "Lynee..?" I looked back, "Huh?" "Why're you zoning out?" She asked, concern filling her eyes. "Oh nothing, we better hurry though, we'll never know when she'll wake up." I tried changing the topic, and she took it, nodding. We stood up, and I glanced back.
She disappeared.
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#3 Lord Cirque - Apocalypse {♥}
I was startled awake by a thunderous bang close to my ear.
I sat up groggily and let my eyes adjust to the darkness.
Then I heard a soft, high-pitched, chuckle behind me.
Spinning around in alarm, I squinted into the dark, and saw a figure bending over, as if picking something up.
"Oh my," the figure giggled. "My apologises, I must have woke you up aye?"
With a click of his finger, something lit up, causing me to shield my eyes from the sudden brightness.
I squinted into the light, bringing my hand up to my face, my eyes slowly adjusting. Then I froze. Infront of me, is someone who seemed like a clown. Or maybe 'someone' is the wrong word, 'something' is more likely. How could I tell?
Well, whatever-it-is had maggots(Yes, maggots) on its head, showing bits of flesh underneath, as if the maggots were feeding on him(Ew, I know.). In his left hand he was holding on to an umbrella, red and yellow. The red looked strangely familiar, I wondered why. Also, he had a huge mouth which was longer than his rounded face. The skin on its enclosed right eye sagged inwards, and I assumed it was missing an eye. My gaze moved from his eye, to his big red clown-like-nose(exactly like ronald macdonalds'), to a black star on his left chest, to the hand that was holding that candle. Which was not exactly a hand, it was cut off at the wrist, and onwards it was a metal bone structure of a hand, with sharp fingertips. It also had terribly tiny feet, I wondered how it was able to even walk properly.
Having the information fully registered in my mind, I stood up and scampered a few meters away from it. "Who-" I started but he stopped me with a hand. Well, I couldn't tell if he was smiling or anything, but his unchangable grin grew wider. He stepped forward, toward me. I stiffened, sensing the word danger in every direction. He stretched out his hands, "This, is Apocalypse. Where hell breaks in and demons roam. And I," gesturing to himself,"am Lord Cirque, the Joker." He giggled hysterically as if he told a great joke. He extended his right hand, and reached toward me. I leaned back, cringing at the same foul smell he emitted.
Then I hit something. Scooting to the side, I examined the object. It was a cage, and something in it stirred. Lord Cirque giggled as I held my breath. The door of the cage slowly creaked open, and a paw stepped out.
Wait, what? Paw?
The figure stretched like a cat after its nap, and stepped into the florescene light. Then I gasped. "Oh. My. God.." I breathed. Are you thinking of something horrid? Like a cat with double heads or a mixture of some weird animals and comes out to be horrendous? well, you're so wrong.
It's nothing I've seen in my entire life! It had autumn(kinda like the color of the leaves of the trees when its Autumn, red, yellow, orange, whatever.) fur, awesome olive-green eyes, four fluffy ears sticking out of its head, and a fox-like tail. Not to mention cute! I bent down and cautiously put out my hand. It sniffs, then snuggled its snout into my palm. "Awwwww.." I cooed. "You smell nice." It spoke. I blushed. Just for the moment. Seriously. Did you hear that? It actually spoke! Spoke! Gah, ohmygod, that is way creepy. But I pushed that thought aside and gaped at the freakishly cute creepy whatnot.
"What are you?" My mouth spoke on its own. "I'm Hachirou, an Eclairina." It said. "Eclairina?" I asked. "Yeah, a type of creature. Well.. Uhh.." He struggled to find a explanation, "Whatever you see infront of you is a Eclairina." He finished as I studied him. "I was once human. But.." He(notice how I change the form of addressing so quickly?) looked off into the distance, eyes distant. "But..?" I asked. "Well, someone turned me into this creature when I killed his beloved pet." He spit, glaring at Lord Cirque. "I couldn't help it, could I?" Lord Cirque giggled, "He killed something that could entertain me, make me happy. My beloved Artery." Hachirou made a noise I supposed was snorting. Lord Cirque's eyes gleamed with darkness, "This is indeed a world of despair, sadness, sorrow, jealousy, all the unwonderful things you can imagine you know. It gets lonely 'ere."
"If you don't mind me asking, why did Hachirou kill your.. pet?" I asked.
"Well.." Lord Cirque sighed. "I was taking a trip to Oklahoma with Artery. Then we sensed grief. Oh the deliciousness. We then headed off to the direction of the 'grief', and found out that dear Hachirou had lost his dearest father. Everyone crying.. grieving.. moaning.." Hachirou growled menacingly at him as Lord Cirque to give him a pitiful smile. "We saw lil' Hachirou heading off alone to grief for the lost. So pitiful, aye? But in rage he screamed at dear Artery, I don't know how he does it, for monsters are only able to be killed by Magick. Artery turned to ashes. Oh dear." Lord Cirque almost seemed sad, though his humoungous grin spoiled the whole image.
"So you're just toying with him? Like he's some kind of entertainer?" I asked, gesturing to Hachirou. "Well you could suppose so. I throw him into a the Black Box(like those westling rings, expect like a big box, in black of course.) and watch him run for his life as demons launge at him hungrily." He said bluntly, then giggled. "But that's so cruel!" I argued. "I told you, dear Lynee, this is a place of pain-"
"No, you didn't tell me that."
"Oh yes, I didn't." He giggled. "So what, you want to act all hero-hero and save little Hachirou here, hmm?"
"Yeah, if I could, that is. This is totally unfair of you, I have to say. He has a family out there! Day by day waiting for his return, the loneliness.." I shook my head.
"Aaahh so deliciously dreadful, wonderful pain." Lord Cirque said, licking his lips.
"Monster." I sneered.
"Demon master." He corrected. I rolled my eyes.
"Well, you could save him, but I tell you its very dangerous, you might die. And I don't want to lose you yet, not until I figure out what's so special about yo-"
"Don't, Lynee! I've spent here for years, you can say I'm immune to it already." Hachirou fought back.
"Shut up, I'm here trying to save you, and you ain't arguing back till I tell you so." I glared.
"My, what a brave young lady I must say." Lord Cirque giggled. "Very well.."
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#2 Unexpected Visitor {♥}
Screams. A clatter in the kitchen.
I sprung from my chair and dashed to the kitchen, where my mother was preparing dinner. Well, before she screamed anyway.
My father was backing away fom the kitchen door, eyes widened in horror. As I rushed up beside him, my eyes, too, grew wide. Right infront of us was a creature unlike anything I've seen before - red gleaming eyes, a hole where its heart should be, long white flowing hair which falls to its waist, strips of flesh where its legs should be, floating in mid-air! Also a face like it had never smiled.. Then I noticed Mum. She was clutching on the kitchen counter, she had dropped her knife on the floor - thank God she wasn't hurt - breathing hard, eyes like they were scarily gonna pop out of her ashen face anytime soon. As the monster took notice of me, it pointed a pale blue skinny finger at me, its red eyes shining a deadly scarlet.
"Yoouuuuu.." It breathed ghostly, voice a fusion of deep low and pitch high, instantly giving a slight headache once heard. Yeah I was freaked out alright. But as freaked as I was, I decided to put up a brave front, ignoring the fact that my legs were cowardly shaking and my body screaming at me to burst out of the house screaming my head off in fear and cowardice. My mother was already in enough shock.
Rubbing at my temples, I glared - ignoring the fact that my legs were shaking - at the monster. "What do you want?" I asked sharply, not giving my voice a chance to shake.
"Peace, my child." Stretching out both arms just as slowly as the way it spoke, "I mean no harm."
"And how can we guarantee that?" Suspicion crept into my voice.
"I would have attacked this lady here if I was set to kill," gesturing to my trembling mother.
I hesitated. Should I trust its words? It's a monster for Heaven's sake! Drawing a deep breath - grimacing as I noticed the foul smell it emitted - I said, "Who are you, and what do you want from us?"
"I am Arther. I was summoned here by my Master, ordered to take you to our realm."
"Why me? I'm just an ordinary teenager leading a normal life." I said bluntly. "What? It's not like I have supernatural powers to turn rabbits into rats," as he raised a naked eyebrow.
It chuckled, in a way that made the hair on my neck stand. But before it could respond, my father broke in frantically. "For Heaven's sake just call the police! I cannot imagine talking to this.." He gestures to the monster awkwardly. "..demon when it can just spring at us any bloody moment now!" And with that he practically sprang to the phone.
"And you think they'll actually believe you?" it said calmly, as my father comes to a dead stop just inches from the phone.
It was true, I wouldn't believe it either if someone calls in, babbling some crap like a demon's in the house, who's gonna kill them anytime soon, so and so. People'll think, Is this guy crazy or what?
"Shall we get straight to the point then?" It smiles, rather sadly.
"What point?" My father asked, his eyes saying something like; Shit, is that thing gonna kill us?
It chuckles again, "Oh dear, have you not been listening? I'm here to take this young lady to my realm, where real demons roam." It shook its head pitifully when my father stared at him, bewildered. "I am here to take your daughter away to my realm." It repeats, only then, did my father unfreeze and step infront of me. "Over my dead body!" He spits. Even Mum had recovered from her shock and cautiously walking past the demon, she comes to a stop beside me. "Very well.." It waves a hand wearily at us, and I found my parents collasping on the floor. "What did you-" I started angrily, but he cut me off. "Peace, my dear Lynee. They are just asleep." I transfer my gaze to my parents, it's true, I can still see they're chest lifting and falling.
Relieved, I fixed my attention on the demon. "Now you have to face me!" I grin wickedly. Chuckling, it began to ripple. My grin broke and I instantly regretted my words. I stumbled back as it formed into pale blue liquid, engulfing me into darkness.
Among all the confusion, I suddenly took notice of something.
How the hell did it know my name?
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#1 Biography {♥}
Name's Lynee. Something like Lychee, except the 'chee' is replaced by 'nee', so it comes out like 'Lynee'. So you read the 'Ly' from 'Lychee', and the 'nee' as 'knee'. Get it yet? No? Give it up, I've always sucked at explanations. Yes, my name's weird, live with it
Okay, so I was lying about the 'Lychee' dog, my dog's name's Max. Simple, cute, perfect. Totally unlike mine. I have no idea why I was practically called Lychee. I mean, where's the damn link? Which is, you know, typical.
Most people mispronouce my name, turning it into something like 'Line'. Which is annoying indeed. But my besties call me Lyn(Lean) for short, which I don't mind. In fact, I found it prettier than my actual name, so I left it to that.
So, I live a typical teenage life, those kind who deliciously fantasizes about hot bastards every now and then. Lemme introduce you to my sweet lil' bitches of mine, Reni, Nicole and Alexandra.
Reni(Ray-knee), also known as Rene(Rean), is my childhood friend, who had been with me through thick and thin. She was always there when I need her. But she can also be a pain in the ass. Since we are room mates, I always had to practically kick her ass outta her oh-so grand water bed(Yes, she's filthy rich.), and drag her into th toilet to splash some daylights into her pig face. Or I could have a lil' fun and scream at her, "Fire! Get up, Rene! Hurry!!" And poor, unglam, Reni would burst out of our room, only to realise there wasn't any fire, and the girls from our dorm would be staring at her, her bed hair, and her georgous strawberry PJs. And I would be laughing my butt off at her cherry-red face, escaping into the toilet when she throws a furious pillow my way. I doubt she'll even budge when there's a real fire next time.
Enough of Reni, let's move on to Nicole. Nicole was the one who came up with our nicks. Lyn(me), Rene(Reni), Cole(Nicole) and Alex(Alexandra). She totally has a hell lot of fashion sense, which is what made the guys drool, and our clique popular. Cole and I have alot fashion in common(I guess that was what brought us together), we adore skinny jeans, mini skirts, long-sleeved turtlenecks, glamorous winter-jackets, and of course not to miss out, stockings and boots! When in desperate measures for clothings, Cole the fashion police is here!
Next up! Put on your anti-hormones sunglasses, 'cause Alexandra the love expert is here!
I was joking. No, seriously. ALEX DON'T KILL ME I'M SORRY! NOOOOO!
It seemed like something has happened to the reporter. Another commercial will be broadcasted. Thank you for your coorperation.
I'm a lame and immature punk. I live in Candy Land so refrain from giving me too much sweets. I'll grow fat.
Well, Alex is an energetic, awesome, love expert like nothing in the world! She had fixed every love problems no matter simple or complex, though she herself doesn't have a guy. What a pity. She absolutely adores romance novels, her eyes turning all goo-goo like whenever a love scene pops up. You can almost see the sparkles and hearts all around her, so much that we had to bring sunglasses or our eyes would burn away from the dazzling, extreme, fantasizer. Among all the craziness, she's a real loyal friend.
Enough with introductions. Let's come back to reality. Friday was per normal, gathering at our normal spot, a deserted stairway in our school, discussing about our outing tomorrow.
"We so have to check out Catwhiskers! They have the most glamorous, georgous skirts!" Gushed Cole.
"Not forgetting the bookstore! I so have to buy Sweet Seduction's third series!" Sighed Alex dreamily.
"Oh! Lyn, we so have to check out those awesome over-the-meter-georgousness guys at the beach! I swear I'll melt!" Rene said, fanning herself at the thought.
Then they babbled at the same time, on and on. I couldn't stand it anymore.
"Hey chill! My head's spinning with all of your ideas!" I shouted above the commotion, pressing my palms to my ears.
They stared at me, stared at each other, and broke into their excited babble again. I shook my head at them and looks around, suddenly noticing something strange with the sky. It seemed almost.. pink! Which was weird. Since it was morning, and it should not not be pink. I blinked and the sky returned to its usual baby blue. Their babble musta have gone into me.
Dusk falls upon us, and I noticed that the sky was redder than usual. But I left that aside, thinking it wasn't important. I switched on my PC and it blinked to life. While I waited for my computer to boot up, Max padded into my room and snuggled my legs. I ruffled his head, "Did you notice the sky's color today, Max?" I said absent-mindedly. Maybe homework's got me messed up.
Suddenly, Max let out a small yelp and dashed off to the direction of his cage.
I stared after him wide eyed, the food call, I guess. And returned my attention to the computer.
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Heeeeeeey peeps :D
Will be writing a story based on a teenage girl, Feather,
who leads a normal typical life and blah..
Then suddenly!
An unexpected visitor arrives,
sending direct shock to Feather's family.
Who might it be?
Read on.. (:
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