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

Chapter Selection

Chapter One - Arguements

Chapter Two - Hell Is Revealed

[Edited on 10.17.2009 12:54 PM PDT]

  • 10.16.2009 3:41 PM PDT
Subject: [STORY] Paranormal - Chapter One is up! (REMASTERED!)

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

Okay, so if you read the original version, you'll instantly see many improvements and changes. I can gaurentee that I will not be starting over on this story. I thought about its plot long and hard at school, and I can promise there will be more twists and turns in it then a maze. Anyways, the storyline will be a bit different too. For instance, Derik will be an only child.

Enjoy!


Chapter One - Arguements

Here I am, in the Principal's office. Listening to Mr. Sullivan rant about my lousy grades, my rude behavior, and the fact that a teacher had caught me swearing.

What's the big deal, anyways? It's not like I'm the only kid who does it. Or like he didn't do it when he was my age. I've always thought it was hypocritical for an adult to punish you for something you know they did when they were your age. I mean, it was like, the 70's when Mr. Sullivan was fourteen years old. For all I know, he could have been a drug-addict.

"Do I make myself clear, Derik?" Mr. Sullivan finishes, face red.

"Yes, sir." I confirm with a slight hint of annoyance in my voice.

"Good. Now get to class. I'll call your parents to tell them about your behavior soon."

I sigh, stand up, and exit the office.

Hypocrite!

* * * * * * * * * *

The worst of my thrashing happens at home. Mom curses at me, so does dad. In the midst of the screaming, I think about how ironic it is that I'm getting in trouble for swearing, yet here they are, using every filthy word they can conjure up. And of course, while I smirk about this, it's the one moment Mom happens to stop ranting and catch my smile.

"Why the hell are you smiling? You think this is funny? Well, it's not!"

It's not like I've never been in trouble before. Mom and Dad had found out I was smoking last year, and also caught me with a condome I had left in my pants pocket while Mom was doing laundry. But, seriously, it's not like I killed someone. Jeez.

After about thirty minutes of swearing, yelling, and hating poor little Derik, Dad asks if he can talk to me alone. Mom happily obliges, leaving me a hurtful glance as she strolls out of the room. Dad sighs, clears his throat, and I know we're goind to have one of our famous father-son talks.

The worst kind.

"Son," he begins, then stops as he searches for the right words to say.

I speak up. "Dad, it's not like I freakin' stole anything, or murdered somebody."

He sighs. "I know, Son, and Rebecca" - my mom - "and I aren't all too worried about the swearing, but about the pattern you're acting up in. Last year it was the smoking, the condome, and now the swearing? Who knows what'll happen next?"

I roll my eyes, then grunt in protest. "If you're saying you're afraid I'm ganna become a drug addict or something, then don't worry. That crap's stupid. And when I was smoking, I had only been doing it for like, a week. Never doing it again."

"I know, Son, it's just . . ." he stops, running a hand through his greying hair. "We'll discuss your punishment later. Go upstairs and wait in your room."

I shrug like it's no big deal, then hurry to my bedroom where I can lay down, relax, and maybe watch some TV. Nearly fifteen minutes later I can hear Mom yelling downstairs. Dad too. They must be fighting. They've been doing it a lot lately, and it doesn't really bother me. But when I hear my name mentioned, I mute the TV, and listen intently.

". . . I can't do this anymore, Douglas, I just can't. Derik will never learn, no matter what we've done, he never learns!"

"Rebecca, calm down. What do you suggest we do? Send him to military school?" Dad retorts.

"Yes! Nothing else seems to be working! Why not?" Mom answers, sobbing.

Military school? No way in hell am I going there. Having to wake up at 5:00 AM, clean the bathrooms with a toothbrush, and march all day. No freakin' way, Jose! I begin to think of ways I can protest. Maybe running away for a few hours? Scare them to death, only to return, having them shower me in hugs and kisses, releived to have their son back? Not a bad thought, but it could also get me into even more trouble. God knows I don't need that!

A knock at my door. "Derik?" a voice asks. Dad.

"Come in." I answer. Dad opens the door, then takes a seat at the footing of my bed.

"Mom wants to send you to military school," he says. "But I think she's bluffing, she's just angry. The incident at school today was the last thing we needed. Your mom and I haven't been getting along, I think . . ." he trails off.

". . . you might be getting a divorce?" I finish for him. He smiles glumly.

"It may be for the best, Son. Rebecca and I will do our best to preserve our marriage, but sometimes things like this happen."

I honestly don't know what to feel. I mean, sure I'm tired of Mom and Dad fighting, but, divorce? I don't know how I'd cope with that. Suddenly, rage burns inside of me. How dare they even think about putting me through divorce? Why can't they just get along? Is it me? Am I the problem? Should I behave better?

"Leave me alone," I grumble, turning away from him. Dad sighs, starts to say something, then gets up and leaves.

He pauses at the door. "I love you, Derik. Your Mom does too. Don't ever forget that." he says, shutting the door behind him as he exits.

Instantly, my mind starts processing all the different ways I can exact revenge on my parents. Running away is starting to become a brilliant plan, and the more I think of it, the more I like it. Grabbing a sweater from my closet, I rush to the window. Opening it, I gaze down. I notice the gutter pipe near my window, leading to the safety of the ground. I grab onto it, get a firm grip, and begin my descent.

  • 10.16.2009 3:42 PM PDT
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No matter how many seals are killed by sharks a year, it never seems to be enough :D

DAMN! I can't tell you how good this is. So far, it seems like its been published and sold. This is really great stuff man. I love how you started with his life.

PS. Can you check out my story Rise of Harvest. Three parts are out plus the prolague.

  • 10.16.2009 5:59 PM PDT
Subject: [STORY] Paranormal - Chapter Two "Hell Is Revealed" is u...

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

Chapter Two - Hell Is Revealed

Strolling through the night sky. Thinking of things as I make my way downtown. I really don't want my parents to get a divorce, I don't know if I'd be able to live with that. And, who knows, maybe this running away idea was a bad one. I could just make things worse.

No.

I'm going to show them, show them how much they'd miss me if they sent me to Military School, why they shouldn't get a divorce.

As I'm walking down the street, my attention turns to an alley. Inside, I see a homeless man digging through some trash cans. I watch for a few moments, then start to walk again.

"Running away, hmm?" the homeless man says from behind me. I stop, turning slowly.

"How . . . how did you know?"

He shrugs. "Lucky guess, I suppose." He smiles. "Come here, I want to show you something."

I look at him oddly. "No thanks. I should probably be getting home now."

"Home?" His smile turns into a frown. "I thought you were running away."

Damn it. "Right," I say, coughing.

"Come here," he beckons, leading into the alley way. Something tells me this is a bad idea, but I'm drawn to him anyway. It's odd. Normally, I'd think twice about going into a spooky, dark alley way with a grown, freaky man. But this time, I don't.

I follow him inside, then look around, trying to spot what he might want to show me. "What is it?" I ask once I can't find anything of interest.

He reaches into the trash can. pulls out an object, then hands it towards me. "Take it," he says.

I observe the object. It's a sphear, orange and misty on the inside, like there's a storm in it. I take it from his hands, and cup it in mine. Instantly, the dark alley way lights up, illuminating the homless mans face. He has a gray beard, long hair, and wrinkled skin. The light is coming form the shpear, shining so brightly that I have to close my eyes. "What the hell is going on?" I ask, dropping the orb.

The light dies instantly, and the man lets out a chuckle. "I knew it." he says, retrieving the sphear.

"Knew what? What are you up to, you old-"

"In time, in time." the homeless man interrupts. "You may leave now. I am through with you." Scared, I turn to run, but the mans voice stops me. "Derik, do not return home tonight. You were destined to leave for a reason. Heed my warning."

I turn to tell the man he can shove destiny up his ass, but he's gone. Eyes wide, I look around, trying to spot him. No luck. What the hell was he talking about? Destiny isn't even real. This is all some trick. And who is he to tell me not to go home? And how did he know my name?

I shake my head, then head back towards my house. Running away was a bad idea. I need to go back home, where it's safe, where I won't be stalked by weird homless men. Shaking, I break into a sprint towards home, teeth chattering every miserable step of the way.

* * * * * * * * * *

When I arrive in my frontyard, I get a weird since of Deja Vu. I don't know why. Reluctantly, I try to open the door. Locked. I knock, not bothering to go inside through my window. If I'm to get in trouble for running away, so be it.

I wait for five minutes. Still no answer. Eventually, I decide it's best to go in through the back. Hopping the fence to the backyard, I hesitantly make my way to the rear entrance. I don't know why, but I'm scared. And I don't get scared easily. I'm one of the toughest kids in school, no one ever mants to mess with me. They all fear the name Derik King. But here, for whatever reason, I feel as defenseless as a mouse.

Grasping the handle to the back door, I turn. The door opens, and I enter. Everything in the house looks normal. Nothing's destroyed, out of place, or missing. All of the lights are off. I turn one on, but it immidiately goes off by itself. I try another. Same scenario. What the hell is going on?

Mom and Dad both had their cars parked out front, so they must be home, unless they went looking for me on foot. I guess I'll have to check their room. Progressing slowly down the hall, counting my heartbeats, trying to remain calm. Why do I have such an eerie feeling? Maybe I'm just scared of getting in trouble by Mom and Dad.

Or maybe it's something else.

I arrive at my parents' bedroom door. With a shaking hand, I reach for the knob.

Bad idea. You don't know what you're getting yourself into, turn away. Run while you have the chance. a voice within my says.

"Shutup," I mutter, grasping the doorknob. I turn slightly, slowly.

Derik, don't do it. Turn back. Run. If you die, all is lost.

"What are you talking about?" I cry, using my free hand to pull at my hair. Who the hell is talking to me? Am I doing it to myself? Maybe I'm going insane.

Finally, after gathering all of my courage, I twist the knob.

The door opens.

Hell is revealed.

[Edited on 10.17.2009 1:14 PM PDT]

  • 10.17.2009 12:50 PM PDT
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No matter how many seals are killed by sharks a year, it never seems to be enough :D

NICE! Great cliff hanger dude!!! Damn, i love the alley way hobo character. The myserious element keeps me locked to the screen. This is really great man. Keep it up.

  • 10.17.2009 3:30 PM PDT