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Subject: [Story] Paranormal (chapter three "Haylee" is up!)

Honor Light Your Way, Our Blood Shall Forge A Thousand Generations!.

This will be the Story I STICK TO. No more re-starting them, lol. I know what I want to focus on, and this is it.

Chapter One - Living Hell

Highschool flew by the same as any other day, I guess. The classes were boring, lunch was fun, and the bell brought great relief! The real highlight of the day came after school though.

Me, my brother Matt, and my sister Sarah are walking home as usual, talking about how the hellish day of school had gone (well, me and Matt did. Sarah was a straight A student, and liked school) and what we'd do when we got home.

We're about to cross the street to get to our house on the other side. That's when it happened. That's when the life-changing event occured. The event that would change me forever.

Matt stepped off the curb and into the street first. That's when I heard the honking of a car, the skid of its rubber tires . . . and the snapping of bones as the car hit my brother head-on. Sarah screamed, dropping her backpack. I stood, eyes wide, and sunk to me knees.

The man who hit my brother scrambles out of his car, not bothering to shut the door. He babbles as he saw my brother's limp body, and begins to panic

"But . . . I . . . he -!"

My parents see the incident from the window of the kitchen from the house, then run outside. My mom let out an agonozing scream. As did my father, who held my mom, either of them trying to comfort the other.

On my knees, I just sit here. No tears fall from my eyes, no frown wrinkles my face. Nothing. I'm too grief-stricken to even move. Just sit there wide-eyed and in shock.

My brother - my best friend - is dead.

**********

The tears only fell from my eyes during the funeral. I almost didn't attended (I couldn't stand the thought of seeing my brother in his coffin) but Dad convinced me, anyway.

"Son," he had said. "I know it's hard for you. But your brother would want you to go. It's the right thing."

And so I came. As much as I didn't want to, I did. And the tears fell, and fell, and fell, and . . .

**********

After the funeral, it was a long, quiet drive back. When we got home it was the same. Silence. Quiet. Grief. I stumble into my room, shutting the door behind me. I fall onto my bed, then soak the blankets with my salty, wet tears. My sister silently watches me from the door as she opens it, then joined me. Soon enough, the entire family is weeping.

Eventually, eyes not able to cry any longer, the weeping stops and I retire to my bed for the night, mind fixed on my brother Matt.

**********

Two months after my Brothers death. I'm making s slight recovery. There's no more weeping, no mourning, but not a second goes by where I don't miss Matt. But he's gone. And I have to move on.

That day of school, I grabb my binder as the bell rang for dismissal, then head for the door. As I walk down the hall a pair of hands grabs me by the collar of my shirt, slams me into a locker. My attacker was none other than the famous Micheal Denim. A senior who's failed twice.

"Hey, Freshman? Got my money, today?" he asks as two other seniors surround me, blocking off any chance of escape.

I'm not in the mood for Micheal's crap.

"Let go," I mutter. He smiles, then tightens his grip around my collared shirt.

"I'm sorry, I didn't quite catch that?" he says, putting his ear closer to my mouth.

"I said let go, asswipe," I spoke loudly this time. He pulls away, stunned that I had spat such words from my mouth.

"You're ganna end up like your bro if you don't watch it." he growls.

A sharp pain of sorrow was sent throughout my body at the reminder of my dead Brother. Then anger. I grabbed Micheal's hand, then strongly yank it from my collar. And when I say strongly, I mean strongly! There were a few snaps, as I pull his hand away, then squeeze it with all my might.

Then I realized what the snapping sound was. I had broken his bones!

The other two men surrounding me look in astonishment at Miceal's hands. White is sticking out where his knuckles should have been, surrounded by the red of blood.

"You broke his hand!" one of them shouts, backing away. I looked towards Micheals hand, towards my own, then towards the crowd in the hallway who are watching the miracle. Quickly, out of fear more than anything else, I run. Run out of the school, off of the campus. Towards home.

**********

Home. I'm confused to see all of the police officers, ambulance trucks, and fire trucks there. For a moment, I think the police had been informed about my amazing feat back at school. But when a cop catches sight of me, he walks over and explains the situation to me. Another life-changing one . . .

"I'm sorry, son," he finishes, eyeing me pitifully. I sit there for a moment, unable to say anything. Then the tears fall, the same tears that had fall during my Brother's funeral, except now they were for my parents. For my sister.

Matt had been the first to die.

Now Mom, and Dad, and Sarah.

**********

I've been living in an orphanage for a few days. My parents were been cut to pieces when the police found them, along with my sister. But losing them isn't my only concern (although it is my main one). I also think about the incident with Micheal, the way I had crushed his bones with super-strength. I sigh, trying to forget about the horrifying things that had happened. But depression had hit me hard.

I lay in my bed, contemplating things. That's when the voices started.

"Derik . . ." came a whisper. I lift my head, uneasy. Had I been hearing things? Probably. Sighing, I lay back down. That's when I heard it a second time. "You're next." Then a grotesque chuckle as the whisper went away.

It had to be my imagination, it just had to be. A light flickers from the window. It's faint at first, then grows brighter. I steadily walk towards it, grasping the chord which would pull back the blinds. On the other side, I heard the cackling of flames,then, as I pull back the chord, I witness it with my own two eyes.
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"Fire!" I scream, and ru towards the door to get the adult who watched over the Orphanage. But when I open the door, there's nothing but fire on the other end, too. Panicking, I back up into the corner of the room, trying to avoid the flames as they spread.

Then, blackness as the flames die. Everything was black. No light from the moon, from the flames. From anything.

Then the flames come back to life, enabling me to see. I'm no longer in the confined room of the Orphanage. I reside in a black vast plane of emptiness, with only the heat and light from the flame to accompany me.

I try to cry out. No good. I can't breathe. Panicking, I try to move my legs, but they fall out beneath me as I descend through the darkness, and, and . . .

I awake with a start, screaming at the top of my lungs, as I fall out of my bed. Looking up, I notice I was in the room of the Orphanage.

Had it been a dream? If felt so real.

Standing to my feet, I look around and try to make sense of what is happening to me. I hadn't dreamt my family's death, and I hadn't dreamt what I'd done to Micheal. Those were real.

Things are happening to me.

And I don't know what.

[Edited on 10.06.2009 3:35 PM PDT]

  • 10.01.2009 4:05 PM PDT
Subject: [Story] Paranormal (chapter One "Living Hell" is up!)

Oh no, a story about a child/teenager! Those are the worst kind...

Sorry, it's just they're my pet hate, with very few exceptions.

  • 10.01.2009 4:14 PM PDT

Honor Light Your Way, Our Blood Shall Forge A Thousand Generations!.

That's okay, stick to your fan-fics, dude. If you're going to give a negative comment, you might as well have the gratitude to make it constructive criticism. If you don't enjoy them, don't read them.

I happen to like the "child" books, and I honestly fail to see the "child" in this book.

So what if it's about a teenager or child? Just because he isn't over eighteen and enlisted into the UNSC, it's already bad?

It's going to be about hell and demons, with some magic thrown into the mix. Maybe not a topic you like, but I do.

So please, don't be a jerk about it . . . I don't diss you about your writing.

[Edited on 10.01.2009 4:25 PM PDT]

  • 10.01.2009 4:23 PM PDT

Whoa, calm down there. I have nothing against fantasy, I just think that having the story written solely from the aspect of a teenager, in the first person is a bad idea. If I were doing it, I'd write it in third person, and have two point of views, the second being that of an older, more experienced fellow.

[Edited on 10.01.2009 4:54 PM PDT]

  • 10.01.2009 4:52 PM PDT

Honor Light Your Way, Our Blood Shall Forge A Thousand Generations!.

Bleh, sorry. Kind of did over reacted there.

Anyways, you'll see as the story progresses and hopefully come to like it.

[Edited on 10.01.2009 5:01 PM PDT]

  • 10.01.2009 5:01 PM PDT

Honor Light Your Way, Our Blood Shall Forge A Thousand Generations!.

Chapter Two - Haylee

In the bathroom. Thinking in the shower. Letting the hot water pour down my back as it refreshes me, cleansing some of my burden with its touch. I sigh, then step out of the shower. I grab a towel, then wrap it around my waist.

I look in the mirror, studying myself. My eyes are bloodshot red, with bags underneath them. My black hair gives me a depressing appearance. Too much crying. Not enough sleep. I shrug. Begin to dry off. Then I look even more closely. I see the start of something black on my back. I turn, stretching my neck awkwardly as I try to see what it is.

My jaw drops, I stumble to the floor. On my back is a a giant overlaping star, a ring around it. I know what it is. A pentogram! The mark of the devil. I put a hand on it. It flashes, then burns my flesh. I scream, withdrawing my hand, surprised to see it on fire! But it doesn't burn.

I quickly run to the sink, turn the nob, and stick it under the water. Steam rises, and the flame is gone.

What the hell is happening to me?

I push that thought aside, throw my clothes on, and exit the bathroom.

"Derik?" a woman calls. The caretaker of the Orphanage, Lidia.

"Yeah?" I say, shaken.

"There's a person here to see you," She throws on a smile. "She's here to adopt you."

Instantly, a grin touches my lips. I've been here for nearly two months.

Following Lidia to the front of the building. Nervous. Worried. Hoping this girl isn't some freak. Then I see her. And boy, is she a lot different then I would have thought!

"Derik, this is Haylee. She's already done the paperwork. Your hers now."

Haylee comes to me and smiles. She's about an inch taller than me. "Hello, Derik," she says, holdng out a hand. I can hardly talk. She's smoking hot!

"H-hey," I finally find my voice, then clear my throat awkwardly, shaking the delicate hand.

"Now," Haylee says with a smile. "Let's go home."

**********

We arrive at Haylee's house a little over an hour later. She's really cool. We talked a lot in the car, I found out she used to be enagaged, that she likes to go horseback riding, and that she doesn't have a job. Apparently her ancestors found a great deal of treaure, and over the years that treasure was passed down to her.

Her - our - house is gigantic! There's nearly twenty bedrooms - all bigger than the master bedroom at my old house! It's three stories tall. I never thought I'd be living in a mansion!

Later, I start watching TV in the Living room. I surf through the channels and find The Lord of the Rings: The Fellowship of the Ring on FX. I keep it there.

Haylee comes in a little later (she had been running errands, although she wouldn't tell me what) and starts watching it with me. "This is my favorite part," she says, hugging her knees on the sofa. Boromir, one of the characters from the movie, had just died, and Aragorn was kicking some orc dudes ass.

"You like Lord of the Rings?" I ask.

"Yeah, one of my favorites." she replies. I nod. Then, out of nowhere, she says something else. "Take off your shirt."

What the hell? I look at her funny, hoping I had misheard her.

She catches my glance, then rolls her eyes. "I don't mean it like that."

I shrug, then remove my shirt. She instantly turns me around then stares at my back. "Thought so." she says matter-of-factly as she sees the pentogram.

"Wait," I say. "You know what that is? What it means?"

"Yepp. You've been marked."

I frown. "Marked?"

She pauses, then purses her lips. "Do you believe in magic?"

I look at her dumbly. Magic! Hah! That was nonsense. But . . . then again, the incident with Micheal flashes my mind. And this morniing in the shower, how my hand had caught fire . . .

"I don't know. I didn't a few days ago, then my family was . . ." I trail off, tears filling my eyes.

"Had anything . . . odd happened to you?" she asks, voice serious. I pause, then share my story.

"I thought so," she says, then takes my hands. "Derik, you've been marked by Demons."

I look at her oddly. "Demons?" I snort. "Are you serious?" She doesn't say anything, but her expression tells me she is. I moan.

"Have you ever heard of exorcism?" she asks.

"Yeah, I've seen some videos of it on the internet and stuff . . ." I reply, sort of freaked out. "What does this have to do with me?"

"Every few decades, there is a day where Demons are allowed to roam free. They escape Hell, and haunt the Earth. It's reffered to as the Armegeddon." she says, gaze fixed on me. "Sometimes, they claim the souls of human beings. Other times, they simply kill humans. They devour them, beat them, cut them to pieces . . ." Haylee trails off.

I close my eyes, trying to hold back the tears. But they keep falling. "Is that what . . . what happened to my family?" I ask.

A pause. "Yes." she says honestly.

"And what about the mark on me?" I sniff.

"The mark was set by a demon, a demon who tried to claim your soul but failed. The magic within you was too strong. That mark represents that the demons will stop at nothing to get to you, but it also has its advantages.

"The mark will allow your magic to grow stronger and stronger, also giving you some powers only available to demons."

"How did you know to find me?" I ask.

She smiles. "Where there are demons, there are their opposites."

Opposites? "Do you mean, you're like . . . an angel?" I ask.

Haylee laughs. "No, not an angel. I was only kidding. Although angel's do exist. I'm a Mistress. Strong in magic. Like you. Mages and Mistress's have the power to sense other's who are strong in magic. I sensed you, also sensing the Mark the Demons left on you. I came to the Orphanage looking to be your teacher, and guardian."

I give a weak smile. She wipes the tears away from my eyes. "Thanks." I say, giving her a hug.

"Now," she booms happily. "Get some sleep. We start your training tomorrow."

  • 10.03.2009 11:42 AM PDT
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No matter how many seals are killed by sharks a year, it never seems to be enough :D

I just read part one, Ecelent!!! I love it. The mystery and emotion is very strong. You are an awesome righter dude. Im liking this. I'l have to read part two later cuz i gota post my next part of mine then go pick up a wetsuit for winter surfing :P

  • 10.03.2009 12:22 PM PDT

Honor Light Your Way, Our Blood Shall Forge A Thousand Generations!.

Chapter Three - Zyzyx

Running. Panting. Wheezing. How long can I keep this up? My legs are growing numb. The creatures behind me are relentless. Suddenly, a voice calls out to me. It's familiar. Then I recall. Mom. She's calling out to me.

"Derik! It's okay! We're safe! Run to me!" she says, as she fades into sight. Tears of relief flood my eyes. Mom! She's alive! I run toward her, wrapping my arms tight around her waist, unwilling to let go.

I look up as she strokes my hair, except her face isn't her own. It's replaced by a mans, skin white as snow, eyes that I look infinitely into. They are strange. Dark iris', and white pupils. I can't tear my eyes away from his gaze. Shadows ascend from where his hair should be, like a black flame.
Then I realize I'm not unwilling to let go.

I'm unable.

"Come Derik. Give me your fear. Let me feed upon it!"

The man's - monster's? - jaws spread impossibly apart, as a mouth full of sharp, jagged teeth are revieled. They lunge at me. I'm doomed, there's no hope of survival, I can't esca-

I awake, screaming, sweating. Haylee is above me, shushing me, telling me everything is okay. I cry, burry my head into her chest, and whimper. The bad dreams don't stop.

They never stop.

**********

Morning. The hot rays of the sun wake me, as they peek at me through closed curtains. I yawn, stretch, and recall my horrible nightmare. On the floor is a makeshift bed, containing a blanket and a pillow, but no one is laying in it.

I smile. It was Haylee's. She had slept in the room all night, just to make sure I was okay.

I throw on fresh clothes, walk out into the large hallway (it's even bigger than my old neighborhood street!), and descend the stairs.

As I come to the bottom of the steps, I see a man sitting on the couch. He has white hair, red eyes, and very pale skin. And I mean very pale. His appearence doesn't match his clothes - a bright-green T-shirt, and simple jeans. He smiles as he looks up from his newspaper and sees me.

"Uh . . ." I begin awkwardly, not sure who this man is. "Where's Haylee?"

"Oh, her? She had to go run some errands. She'll be back in about ten minutes." he says, turning to the next page. I stare at him uncertainly. He catches my furrowed brow, then speaks up. "Oh, how rude, I forgot to introduce myself! I'm Gabriel Dufanee. Pleasure to meet you, Derik."

"How do you know me, and, not to be rude, why are you here?" I retort.

"Haylee's told me about you. And as for why I'm here, I came to help Haylee in training you with your magic. She's an old friend."

"Oh . . ." I trail off, studying his hair and eyes. "Not to be rude, but are you, like, an albino?"

He lets out a very lengthly laugh, doubling over. I don't get the joke. "No, no . . . not an albino, I'm . . . a vampire."

My eyes shoot wide at the mention of the word. A VAMPIRE? "You're joking, right?" I ask, cocking an eyebrow. Before I know it, within the blink of an eye, he's staning right in front of me. He had just been on the couch a moment ago!

Letting out a smile, he answers my question. "No, I'm not joking. But don't fret, Vampire's are not evil as they are portrayed in the movies and books." Now I can see a pair of sharp fangs. Vampires? Ridiculous. But, then again . . . stranger things have happened . . .

A sound near the front door as Haylee steps in, carrying something in a long, wooden case. Kind of like a casing for an instrument.

"What's that?" I ask intentivley.

"Hi to you, too." she says, pretending to be mad. "And this? It's somethign I went out and got just for you." She holds up the case, and I take it, and boy, is it heavier than I had expected. I open it, surprsied to what I find inside.

"A sword?" I ask, confused.

"Of course. Can't train without one."

"Do you expect me to fight with it?" I laugh.

"Well, duh." she retorts, folding her arms.

"But this isn't the twenty-frst century. He have guns, and stuff. Wouldn't those be more effective?"

"Guns? Guns don't work on bloody Demons! You have to use magic and steel. That is how you slay the beasts." Gabriel says with a chuckle.

"But aren't the demons only allowed to show up, like, every other decade?" I ask, shaking my head in bewilderment.

"That is when all of them are allowed to roam the Earth. Some of them, particularly the stronger ones, have escaped Hell and roam at all times."

"Oh . . ." I say, gripping the sword. It's long, and sharp, enscribed with anceint writing on its surface. But, man, is it heavy.

"Time for training!" Haylee bursts out randomly with a smile.

**********

Gabriel teaches me a few spells for starters. Says that I have to memorize the words, and say them aloud at first, but once I master them I can do them automatically. The first spell is a kind of lame one. He teaches me how to make a castle out of sand, which would be perfect, if I was part of the cast from Baywatch!

The second one is better, but nothing like I was hoping. It allows me to pick up small object, or turn pages to a book telekinetically, but I'd much rather blow things into pieces with fireballs, or lighting bolts.

Then it's time for my sword training, which doesn't work out so well. I've never been the best at P.E., and when I had to practice against Gabriel, he kicked my ass more times then I can remember.

Haylee was no different. She is highly trained in martial arts, and can do a roundhouse almost as good as Chuck Norris. Almost. Who says girls can't fight!

Hours and hours of training, until my legs are numb.

Haylee says we're just getting started, but I'm not sure my body will hold out that long!

Ai-yi-yi-yi-yi!

**********

Night time. Training is finally over. I rest my sore legs on my bed, then sigh in relief. Haylee comes in a moment later.

"You okay, budd?" she asks, observing my worn out features.

"Yeah, fine." I say between deep breaths.

"About last night . . ." Haylee begins, taking a seat at the foot of the bed.

"What about it?" I ask sitting up.

"What did you see? In your nightmare, I mean."

I explain to her the details of the nightmare. How I had seen the white-skinned monster, how the demons had chased me, my mom . . .

"This isn't good," she mumbles after my story.

"What?" I ask, rubbing my sore arms.

"Derik, that monster you saw in your dream . . . What did he say?"

I think back, trying to remember. "He said he was going to . . . 'eat my fear'? Whatever that means. It was just a dumb dream."

"No, it was much more. The monster you saw is a powerful Demon Lord known as Zyzyx." she says, biting her lip. "He could be trying to harm you through your dreams. I'll have Gabriel sleep with you for the night. You'll be safer."

"Can he . . . can he hurt me?" I ask. "In my dreams?"

"No. But he can drive you insane, and the more fear you feel, the stronger he becomes." And with that, she gives me a quick hug, tells me everythign will be okay, and leaves me to ponder this situation.

The demon known as Zyzyx.

  • 10.06.2009 3:34 PM PDT