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Oh look, an origional story !O: only 820 words. Only beta'd by me. Any mistakes are totally my fault. Any weirdness you can take up with my subconcious.
She doesn’t know what she’s doing, so she just stands still. She doesn’t know how she got there. It’s crowded, and dark; there are stalls set up periodically along one side of a wide road. She starts to slowly walk through the crowd in the hopes something clicks. She busies herself by looking at the stalls, soon forgetting that she’s not supposed to be there.
Patterns start to appear: most people walked by, laughing and celebrating something amongst their groups. There were others though, that would look at her; like they knew who she was, like they had business with her.
Then she runs.
The others come at her from all sides.
The celebrators ignore what is happening. ‘Vampires’ is the name that comes readily to her mind. ‘I mustn’t get caught; I’ve got to fight them.’
At first she fights with her fists and feet; but they keep coming back. Wishing for a proper weapon, she finds herself clutching a wooden spear. Forgetting that weapons aren’t supposed to materialize out of nowhere, she slashes and hacks at them, eventually narrowing her attacks to hearts and throats.
The jabs leave neat cuts in their flesh, much like coin slots. They don’t bleed. They don’t really die either, so much as lie on the ground and look at her. Some of them speak. She can’t remember what they’re saying to her.
She hates it. Even though they’re attacking her, and not really dying. She hates stabbing at people her own age, and younger. She really hates when she misses her target and has to strike again, to make sure they stay down. She hates that she can only remember a young girl with blonde curly hair, lying on the ground. Mouth moving to make words as she sticks the spear into the girl’s heart, and then her neck. Twice.
She sits on a bus, heading towards school. Scared of the feeling the others sitting behind her gives, she scoots to the edge of the seat and scrunches her head down into her shoulders; to hide her neck. That’s what they wanted, right? The boy sitting next to her natters away happily. He obviously doesn’t realize that she is in the black books of these people. That she’d stabbed many of them...the night before?
The bus reaches the school. ‘I’m the new kid again’ she realizes, and bolts out of the bus.
It‘s early, none of the children in class yet. She realizes that there are just as many of the others here as there were last night. Now she has to find a place to hide in the school.
She doesn’t have a spear to protect her this time, surely she can hide somewhere on the huge campus?
There’s a line of them chasing her as she dashes around a dark corner, finding herself in a small courtyard; a dead-end other than the way she came and a narrow passageway. She can feel them behind her, and wonders what they really want her for. They’ve not actually harmed her.
It comes into her head that they only want to talk to her. That she is something special that they want.
She rushes on into an unlocked classroom at the end of the hall anyway, and slams the door on the line of them. A boy with buzzed, sandy coloured hair, a girl with long black hair in a pony tail and soft features, and the fuzzy outline of a largely built man.
Pushing the handle into lock, she wonders that the vampires aren’t stronger. The room has a wall with three windows, across from the door. She doesn’t remember desks; only that that room was the art classroom and that there were low, dark blue bookshelves all along the wall under the windows. She remembers that it’s bright as she opens the first window and looks down on an impossible height into the dead-end courtyard. She closes it and moves to the last one, not wanting to waste time dealing with vertigo she is bound to get again from the second window. There is a ledge under this window, miraculously, and she cautiously steps out onto it.
The next thing she remembers is the good -looking jock talking with one of the teachers, and regretting not closing the last window to throw the others off her trial.
Blearily opening her eyes to a steel-blue wall she listens to A Perfect Circle wrap itself around her hazy mind, confusing her even more. Reaching between bed and wall to pause the music, she pulls the left ear bud out and rolls over. Reaching for her glasses high above her head, she unfolds them and puts them on her nose. They return the world to its proper sharpness with the familiar hug of the frames around her face.
Digging the sleep from her eyes she sits up and slowly pieces together what she remembers.
Afterward: The jock boy looks suspiciously like Chad Michael Murry, in A Cinderella Story and the 'largely built guy' is, I'm assuming, supposed to be the muscle vampire from Twilight.....shuddup.
IN ANOTHER NOTE. I HAD A SERIOUS CASE OF DEJA-VU AGAIN. XD I love having deja vu. MKAY So it was a short scene from 'Georgia Rule' while I was looking at the beginning of a video thing. Neither of which I'd never seen before. I gleed on the inside. :3
She doesn’t know what she’s doing, so she just stands still. She doesn’t know how she got there. It’s crowded, and dark; there are stalls set up periodically along one side of a wide road. She starts to slowly walk through the crowd in the hopes something clicks. She busies herself by looking at the stalls, soon forgetting that she’s not supposed to be there.
Patterns start to appear: most people walked by, laughing and celebrating something amongst their groups. There were others though, that would look at her; like they knew who she was, like they had business with her.
Then she runs.
The others come at her from all sides.
The celebrators ignore what is happening. ‘Vampires’ is the name that comes readily to her mind. ‘I mustn’t get caught; I’ve got to fight them.’
At first she fights with her fists and feet; but they keep coming back. Wishing for a proper weapon, she finds herself clutching a wooden spear. Forgetting that weapons aren’t supposed to materialize out of nowhere, she slashes and hacks at them, eventually narrowing her attacks to hearts and throats.
The jabs leave neat cuts in their flesh, much like coin slots. They don’t bleed. They don’t really die either, so much as lie on the ground and look at her. Some of them speak. She can’t remember what they’re saying to her.
She hates it. Even though they’re attacking her, and not really dying. She hates stabbing at people her own age, and younger. She really hates when she misses her target and has to strike again, to make sure they stay down. She hates that she can only remember a young girl with blonde curly hair, lying on the ground. Mouth moving to make words as she sticks the spear into the girl’s heart, and then her neck. Twice.
She sits on a bus, heading towards school. Scared of the feeling the others sitting behind her gives, she scoots to the edge of the seat and scrunches her head down into her shoulders; to hide her neck. That’s what they wanted, right? The boy sitting next to her natters away happily. He obviously doesn’t realize that she is in the black books of these people. That she’d stabbed many of them...the night before?
The bus reaches the school. ‘I’m the new kid again’ she realizes, and bolts out of the bus.
It‘s early, none of the children in class yet. She realizes that there are just as many of the others here as there were last night. Now she has to find a place to hide in the school.
She doesn’t have a spear to protect her this time, surely she can hide somewhere on the huge campus?
There’s a line of them chasing her as she dashes around a dark corner, finding herself in a small courtyard; a dead-end other than the way she came and a narrow passageway. She can feel them behind her, and wonders what they really want her for. They’ve not actually harmed her.
It comes into her head that they only want to talk to her. That she is something special that they want.
She rushes on into an unlocked classroom at the end of the hall anyway, and slams the door on the line of them. A boy with buzzed, sandy coloured hair, a girl with long black hair in a pony tail and soft features, and the fuzzy outline of a largely built man.
Pushing the handle into lock, she wonders that the vampires aren’t stronger. The room has a wall with three windows, across from the door. She doesn’t remember desks; only that that room was the art classroom and that there were low, dark blue bookshelves all along the wall under the windows. She remembers that it’s bright as she opens the first window and looks down on an impossible height into the dead-end courtyard. She closes it and moves to the last one, not wanting to waste time dealing with vertigo she is bound to get again from the second window. There is a ledge under this window, miraculously, and she cautiously steps out onto it.
The next thing she remembers is the good -looking jock talking with one of the teachers, and regretting not closing the last window to throw the others off her trial.
Blearily opening her eyes to a steel-blue wall she listens to A Perfect Circle wrap itself around her hazy mind, confusing her even more. Reaching between bed and wall to pause the music, she pulls the left ear bud out and rolls over. Reaching for her glasses high above her head, she unfolds them and puts them on her nose. They return the world to its proper sharpness with the familiar hug of the frames around her face.
Digging the sleep from her eyes she sits up and slowly pieces together what she remembers.
Afterward: The jock boy looks suspiciously like Chad Michael Murry, in A Cinderella Story and the 'largely built guy' is, I'm assuming, supposed to be the muscle vampire from Twilight.....shuddup.
IN ANOTHER NOTE. I HAD A SERIOUS CASE OF DEJA-VU AGAIN. XD I love having deja vu. MKAY So it was a short scene from 'Georgia Rule' while I was looking at the beginning of a video thing. Neither of which I'd never seen before. I gleed on the inside. :3