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Oh, and also to monkeys. They look so weird, you know?
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Thrust, have you read my story? It's amazing. Ask anyone.
AGH, WHY DOES MY BEDROOM HAVE TO BE SO COLD?! *kicks the wall* *swears angrily at the wall for hurting my foot*
I think I should start puting stuff on my blog. I mean my acutal account.
Yea I love your stories. You should read mine, they're awsome, ask anyone. Buuut. Right now they're not on my blog. As i have just said moments ago, I may, in the near future add storyies and stuff to my blog. I shall anounce the official cutting of the ribbon on Dereks blog when i do.
Shit, I said awsome. I meant with all my heart to say awesome. really, I did.
The problem is. I write most of my stories on paper.
*frowns at Blogger* Stop being stupid.
Aha, Blogger's working again...
But Thrust, have you read my most recent story? The best one yet?
Yea I love your stories. You should read mine, they're awsome, ask anyone. Buuut. Right now they're not on my blog. As i have just said moments ago, I may, in the near future add storyies and stuff to my blog. I shall anounce the official cutting of the ribbon on Dereks blog when i do.
Did you not get it the first time?
Did you not get it the first time?
You already posted that. It didn't answer the question.
ha! THAT IS FUNNY!!!
"yea" it did
At least in my mind it did.
Let's all just agree that it did.
No it didn't. I asked if you had read a specific story, and saying 'Yea I love your stories' isn't answering.
shut up. It answered A question.. (let's pretend)
*smacks Thrust* You don't tell me to shut up.
Ok I will now share withh you an Aftermath, to compesate for my error
Thomas Girsil opened the closet door. His room was back. There were no more vines on the lamp and ceiling or mutant plants attacking his bed. The deadly screeches no more than a nightmarish memory.
He was safe, and most importantly, alive. All of his projects were ruined, of course, and all his work into the years – worthless. Not completely worthless, Thomas reminded himself, he won’t make the same mistakes as he had last time. He will be more prepared for what may come later on. Thomas closed his eyes at the memory of ugly screeches of the Rophack. They were echoing in his skull, rattling his brain. Thomas winced and tried to push away anything to do with the Rophack. He picked a stray vine from the floor. Kerphilee and Temergrey did their best to clean up but there was still an unacceptable mess that suggested an upheaval of some sort.
Thomas groaned disapprovingly, and made his way passed his work table, to his bed. He sat down and looked at the room. Thomas groaned again, his head was pounding he couldn’t stand it. The screeches replayed themselves in his head like an annoying song. He thought about his projects. He would have to replace the old ones and continue his research. I will, he promised himself, I will get started immediately. Thomas pressed his fingers to his temples. Or maybe tomorrow. If I feel better, he added, and with that he lay down and tried to get some sleep.
I don't know how to edit italics etc, so it may read a little wierd to you, but trust me, in truth it's GENIUS
Okay...
I'm gonna post my story, whether you've read it or not, because you refuse to give me a straight forward answer.
PROLOUGE: THIS MURDEROUS SCENE
Dead bodies. Everywhere.
Ivy Animosity grinned mischievously at her work. She wiped her hands on her jeans, which now had cuts and holes, attempting to wipe off some of the blood. It didn’t work. Randomly and out of boredom, she tried to count the corpses surrounding her, but there were so many it was nearly impossible for Ivy’s amount of patience. She looked at the details of this murderous scene. Blood, organs, very possibly a spine… In her own twisted mind, it was a beautiful sight.
The rain was steadily falling, as it always was in Washington, and Ivy was soaking wet. She put her hand in her pocket and withdrew her cell phone. Shielding the screen from the rain, she sent a one-word text message: “Done”. She waited a few seconds, then the screen lit up and Ivy read the new message. Satisfied, she put the phone away.
Ivy sat down in the grassy field and waited. After about three minutes, Ivy raised her hands above her head and kept them there for a moment, then put them back down again. A moment later a dark blue dome of light formed around her, keeping off the rain. She put her index fingertips together for a moment, thought of what she wanted to happen, and the water that was already on her evaporated, leaving Ivy as dry as if she had never even been touched by the rain outside her little blue dome. She held out her arms, and watched the cuts heal and the bruises fade away. Ivy had to admit, she loved having magic. It could come in very useful.
About an hour later, when it was already dark, a car’s headlights swerved around the corner. The car screeched to a halt. Ivy stood up and the blue dome disappeared. She walked over to the car, opened the door, sat down, clicked on her seat belt, and shut the door as the car sped away and disappeared into the dark of the night.
I gave you my answer.
When you were busy... doing somethin' else..
CHAPTER ONE: A MEETING WITH THE BAD GUYS
Ivy sat down on her couch and used the remote to turn on the TV. She decided, not for the first time, to watch the news. She liked seeing the new crimes and murders. Apparently, a year ago from today, there had been a major massacre. The cops had brought in all the best agents and detectives they had, but they couldn’t find even the slightest trace of a clue to help with finding out who the killer was. And a year ago, on that same night, Ivy had been at the exact same place. At the exact same time. Killing people. The thought of her crimes brought a smile to her lips. And there wasn’t even a clue, not even the tiniest bit of evidence, to prove she had done anything wrong. Ivy found the entire thing completely amusing.
Ivy had long, wavy black hair, and extremely pale skin. Her eyes were distracting to others; they were different than every other person’s, because they were a dark indigo blue. She was a little bit taller than average, and was much, much stronger, even when she didn’t use what some people called her “special skills”. She had a slight Irish accent, but it was very noticeable if she was angry or scared. What surprised people most was the fact that she seemed to be only thirteen years old. No one ever bothered her about her age, though. No one bothered her and lived, anyway. Being so young meant people weren’t as instantly terrified of Ivy, which came in very useful when she needed to kill someone. They’d immediately underestimate her, which meant Ivy could pretend to be scared and pathetic to trick and distract her enemy. And then, while they were distracted, Ivy could kill them in less than an instant. It was simple, really.
In her history, Ivy had been many things. Smart. Friendly. Nice. Honourable. Trustworthy. She wasn’t those things anymore, aside from being smart. In fact, she was extremely intelligent, and often out-smarted others, particularly her enemies. She had changed from good to evil practically over night. And that night had been the night she was practically killed. It was not the best experience, and she didn’t like thinking about it.
Ivy had been in the evil business for about a year now, and had quickly become a feared enemy. No one that she had been hired to kill ever escaped, but people had heard the stories. In every story Ivy had heard about herself, her description was always wrong. They always thought she had blood dripping off her or fangs or red eyes or something ridiculous like that, and they always thought of her to be at least 20. Although, Ivy couldn’t really blame anyone for these mistakes, because she had been the one to spread the stories at the start. Otherwise, how would anyone know about her in the first place? No one lived to tell the story afterwards. Ivy always cringed and made her eyes widen when someone told her one of these stories, pretending to be the small innocent victim she could never be.
Ivy’s phone rang, and she answered it on the second ring. “Hello?”
“Is this Ivy Animosity?” It was a woman’s voice, and it didn’t sound irritated, as Ivy had expected.
Ivy readjusted herself on the couch, trying to get more comfortable. “Maybe, maybe not. It all depends, really. Who are you?”
The woman sounded slightly amused. “My name is Saturnine Bilious. I’m calling because I would like to meet up with you, and very possibly hire you for a few murders. That is, of course, if you’re Ivy.”
“Okay, yes, fine, I’m Ivy. Where do I meet up with you and when?”
“You’ll get a letter in the mail, explaining everything you—“
Ivy sighed.
“What?” Saturnine asked.
“Well, haven’t you thought of something more… Modern? Like, oh, I don’t know, any number of things, such as an email, maybe? A text message?”
“Technology doesn’t work as well, because it can be doubted.”
“God, Saturnine, learn to think like a thirteen-year-old, because that’s who you’re working with.”
“I wouldn’t recommend speaking to someone like me like that. Do you know who you are working with, aside from yourself? Because I’m not the friendliest.” She paused. “What’s that sound?”
Ivy had pulled out her laptop and was looking Saturnine Bilious up on the internet. She wasn’t listening to Saturnine, and instead was reading what was on the screen. She reread it aloud. “Saturnine Bilious is a criminal, wanted for her ruthless killing sprees. She usually kills her victims quietly, but sometimes enjoys a hint of oddity. She is also known to double-cross people often. She has been known of for approximately ten years, and has killed over three hundred people without a bomb and on her own.” Ivy pretended to yawn. “Hm,” she said, “boring. Even I have a better description, and hardly anyone even knows who I am.”
“Miss Animo—“ She stopped and sighed. “Ivy, I want you to work for me to kill someone, that’s all. Can you do that?”
“Of course I can, but why? Is this person kind, and friendly, and compassionate? Do they provide money for charities? Save the lives of innocents?”
“No, actually, they just irritate me a lot and I would be happy if someone else would just kill her so I don’t have to and that way I can sit around and be lazy.”
“So you want to have whoever she is killed because she annoys you? Well, that’s just amusing, so I’ll definitely consider it. When will I get my letter, then?”
“In a few days. I have to go to a meeting now. I hope you decide to work for me. Goodbye.”
“Bye.” Ivy hung up, then set her phone down. As she set it down, however, she caught sight of the time. 10:37 A.M. She had a meeting with her current employer at 11:15. Ivy jumped up out of her seat. Cursing, she rushed over to her main bedroom and opened the closet.
She took a quick glance inside the closet for a split second, then simply grabbed whatever she could pull out first. She ended up with a shirt with an Irish flag on it, and a black jacket, jeans, and pulled on her black boots. She ran a brush through her hair, looked in the mirror to be sure she looked decent, then ran out of the room. She hurried out the house, locking the front door behind her.
Ivy walked into the meeting room at 11:13; much later than she had planned, thanks to the Seattle traffic the taxi had got stuck in. She sat down at one of the chairs surrounding the huge wooden table in the middle of the room. The walls were a rather boring beige colour, and the floors looked as though they were in need of some repair.
Two minutes later, at 11:15 exactly, about 6 people entered the room, all wearing formal business clothes. There was Ivy’s employer, Mr Seeker, who had dark hair that was shot through with strands of grey and a serious expression that never seemed to leave his face; 4 people who, in all of Ivy’s experiences with them, hardly ever spoke and basically just took notes of whatever was said; and today there was someone Ivy didn’t recognise at all. She had reddish-brown hair, green eyes, and looked friendly at first, but Ivy felt like, if she looked close enough, she could see a hint of evil in her eyes. Everyone who had just entered sat down around the table, the same as Ivy had.
Getting straight to the crux as usual, Mr Seeker said, “Ivy Animosity, this is Saturnine Bilious.” He gestured towards the woman Ivy hadn’t recognised. “She would like to discuss some matters with you. Miss Bilious, you may start.”
Saturnine Bilious looked over at Ivy and grinned. “Why, hello, Miss Animosity.”
Ivy arched an eyebrow. “Hey, Saturnine,” she replied, and noticed the look of slight shock on Saturnine’s face from being addressed so casually. “What happened to your old-fashioned way of communicating? I thought you were sending me a letter. Glad to see you’ve upgraded. Congratulations.”
“I have someone I’d like you to kill,” Saturnine retorted, ignoring Ivy’s comment. Ivy guessed she wasn’t exactly Saturnine’s favourite person.
“So no small talk then? Pity. You already mentioned that you wanted me to kill someone over the phone. So who is it?”
“Anomaly Despair.”
“And that is…?”
“She’s about 23, has brownish-blonde hair, and is highly trained in fighting skills. She’s clever and difficult to out-smart – so don’t try anything fancy. Understand?”
Just for the sake of it, rather than speaking to Saturnine, Ivy used one of her “special skills”. As a response to the question, Ivy thought, “Yes, of course I understand. I’m not as dim-witted as I know you think I am, Saturnine.”
Saturnine’s eyes widened, and Ivy grinned.
“She has magic?” Saturnine asked furiously.
Ivy’s “special skills” were, officially, magic. One of the many things she knew how to do was to read minds, as well as speak to other people in their head. Everyone always seemed shocked at this, because they were never expecting it. Ivy was, after all, one of the seven people on the entire planet who had any magic whatsoever, known as the Seven Sorcerers. Every time one died, a baby was born as a new sorcerer. She didn’t know who the other six people were, but she knew that they were somewhere. Ivy looked at Saturnine again, who looked incredibly angry.
“She has magic,” Saturnine repeated, glaring at Mr Seeker.
Mr Seeker looked at Saturnine. “She does indeed,” he responded calmly. “She has quite a lot of magic, actually. She’s probably in the top three of the most powerful out of the Seven Sorcerers. Not that any of the other Sorcerers know about her, though.”
Saturnine just stared at Ivy, then at Mr Seeker again. “Do you know how dangerous that is? She could kill us in an instant and we’d never see it coming! Doesn’t that concern you in the slightest? She’s far too young to use magic! She can’t be trusted with power like that!”
“She’s fine to work with, I assure you. She’s been working for me for just over a year now, and not once has she tried to kill me.”
“What about other people, then? Has she tried to kill any other people she’s worked for?”
Mr Seeker hesitated. “Yes,” he said.
“And did she succeed in killing them?”
He paused again. “Yes.” He glanced over at Ivy, who had a slight grin on her face. “Miss Bilious, would you care to speak with me outside?”
“Fine,” Saturnine snapped, obviously still irritated.
Mr Seeker nodded and walked out, with Saturnine following, who shut the door behind them.
Ivy sat in the room, and could quite easily hear their voices gradually rising. It got to the point where they were practically shouting at each other, and Ivy thought she could hear them swearing at each other. She stood up, saw the surprised looks on the four note-people’s faces, and opened the door. They glanced at her for a moment, then got back to shouting at each other. Ivy looked back and forth at the two of them, arching an eyebrow at the fact that they hardly seemed to notice her. She crouched down, put her hand against the floor, then sent off a wave of electricity. Saturnine and Mr Seeker both felt the shock and jumped, then fell silent to look at her as she stood up again.
“Have you finished arguing yet? Or do you need to continue?” Ivy asked.
Mr Seeker and Saturnine glanced at each other, then Saturnine sighed and looked at Ivy. “I apologise for freaking out,” she said. “I still need you to kill Anomaly Despair, and I’d like you to do it as soon as you possibly can. Okay?”
“Okay,” Ivy agreed. “I’ll kill her. Where will I find her?”
“In Edmonds, Washington,” she replied. “It’s not too far from here.”
Ivy smiled. “Why, of course I know where Edmonds is; I live there as well. I’ll have no problem finding her, in that case.”
“Wonderful.” Saturnine looked at both Ivy and Mr Seeker. “Tell me when Miss Despair is gone,” she said, “and have Miss Animosity meet up with me afterwards for payment.” And with that, Saturnine nodded to them, then walked away and left.
What she didn’t tell Ivy, though, was that there was a surprise waiting for her when she found Anomaly.
CHAPTER TWO: A JOB IN ACTION
Ivy was waiting. While she was waiting, she was thinking as well. Today, she decided she was going to kill Anomaly Despair. She had an interesting name, just like how Ivy did. She wondered if Anomaly had changed her name from something else. Ivy had changed hers, but that was because she had to. At the time, there was no other way for her. She thought about Anomaly again. She was 23, had brownish-blonde hair, a good fighter, and she was smart… Interesting. Ivy was kind of hoping that her surprise attack would fail, so she could take on Anomaly. She seemed like a good opponent. Not that it mattered, though. Ivy had magic, and Anomaly didn’t, so it was going to be an easy fight, just like every fight Ivy had gotten in, which was quite a large amount.
Apparently, Anomaly was one of the “good” guys, and liked to stop people who were supposedly evil. She always looked for the good side of people, and often convinced her enemy they weren’t all bad, and then she let them walk away. She let them walk away, for God’s sake. Ivy had hardly believed it when she had read it. It made her even more confident to kill Anomaly. Someone crazy like that just couldn’t be alive anymore. It wasn’t possible. Not when Ivy Animosity had been hired to kill them, that is.
Preparing to kill someone was something Ivy had done often. She was consistently being hired for murder after murder. The main step was actually finding someone, and Ivy still had to do that. However, she heard that there was a man who might know something, something about where Anomaly was. So, as part of her preparation, she figured she needed to find him. Although, he was an ordinary man who worked at the local grocery store, so finding him was simple.
She put on a T-shirt and jeans, attempting to look normal. It wasn’t an easy task when you had indigo eyes. Ivy did her best to use her magic and make them a more average shade of blue, then made her skin a little less pale. She could only keep the disguise up for a few hours, but it was better than having people come up to her and ask if she needed to go to a hospital. She left, and went to go find that man.
She walked to the bus stop. She waited there for about thirty minutes. Once the bus had arrived, she got a ride into town. She was dropped off from the bus about a block away from the grocery store. As she headed to the store, she thought about how ridiculous it was that she had to go there in the first place. Although, if it meant that it would lead her to Anomaly Despair, she figured she had to.
She walked in the door to the grocery store. She walked around the store, pretending that she actually needed something. The man she was waiting for, Charlie Kleneer, wasn’t at the counter, so she walked up to the other man there.
“Hello,” Ivy said, as friendly as she could make herself sound. It still wasn’t the friendliest thing to hear. The man kind of stood there for a moment, then blinked at her. He had grey hair and looked older, as well as slightly baffled. Ivy hoped her disguise wasn’t wearing off.
“Hello,” he responded after a while. “Can I help you?”
“Yes, please. I’m looking for Charlie Kleneer. Would you happen to know where he is?”
“I wouldn’t. But I can help you find whatever it is you need. I know my way around the store.”
“No, I need to speak with him personally, sorry. Unless you know the answer to my question.”
“Like I said, I know my way—“
“It isn’t about the store. I’m trying to find someone, and he knows her.”
“Who are you trying to find? I might know her.”
Ivy quickly thought of a lie to get out of this conversation before she got too annoyed. Even she had to admit, it was probably the stupidest lie she had ever used, even more so than when she was little. “It’s a secret. I can’t tell you. If I do, they’ll find out.”
“Who will find out? And why not? Are you working for the government or whatever?”
“I can’t tell you.”
“But why—“
The conversation stopped there because a man with brown hair, brown eyes, and looked about 40, had walked over.
“Hey Charlie,” said the man Ivy had been speaking with. “This little girl wants to talk to you.”
Ivy forced herself to stay under control and fought the urge to pull his head off right there and then. She hated when people called her little. Ivy promised herself she’d get back at him.
“Hello,” Charlie Kleneer responded. He looked at Ivy. “You want to talk to me?”
“Yes, but not here,” she responded, glaring at the first man. “It’s secret.”
Charlie laughed. “Secret? Well, fine, I suppose I’ll follow you, if you know where to go.”
Ivy nodded, then started walking through the aisles of shelves, looking for an empty one. She walked almost in a circle of the store, then finally found an aisle without any people. She turned around to face Charlie. He stared. Ivy had let herself look the way she normally did, and it seemed like it was scaring Charlie.
She grinned at him, then grabbed his arm, and they vanished.
They reappeared in a dark field surrounded by trees. She pushed him away from her, and by the time he had turned around, Ivy looked serious. “Tell me where Anomaly Despair is,” she said.
He looked at Ivy in disbelief. “How did you do that? We weren’t here a few seconds ago! How did we get here?”
Ivy sighed. “It doesn’t matter how we got here. Tell me where she is.”
“Where who is?”
“Anomaly Despair. I already said that.”
He paused. “What if I don’t tell you?”
“I’ll hurt you, and probably kill you.”
He laughed. “I’m not scared of you. I mean, yeah, you look creepy as hell and you somehow got us in the middle of nowhere, but you still don’t scare me. You look like you’re thirteen. You couldn’t hurt me.”
“Do you really believe that?” Ivy said. “Do you? Because I don’t think you do.”
“And why do you think that?”
“Because I can read your mind. Think of any word, anything, I’ll tell you what you’re thinking.”
Charlie looked at Ivy like she was crazy. “Uh, okay, I’ll think of something…”
“You’re thinking about whether you should think about apples, lizards, or running away from me,” Ivy said immediately.
Charlie frowned, and began to back away. “How did you do that? How the hell did you just do that?”
“I already told you. Now you tell me where Anomaly Despair is.”
“I… I can’t. She told me never to tell anyone.”
“And isn’t sad that you have to break your promise to live?”
He paled. “You mean if I don’t tell you, you’ll… you’ll kill me?”
“That is indeed what I mean,” Ivy answered. “I’m going to count to ten. If you don’t tell me where Anomaly is by that point, I’ll pull your arm off.”
Charlie was panicking. Ivy could tell. She started counting. “One, two, three, four…”
“I’ll tell you! Just give me time to remember!”
Ivy grinned. “Five, six, seven, eight…”
“Hold on!”
“Nine, ten.” She blurred over to where he was, and grabbed hold of his left arm. Without even trying, she yanked it out of its socket. Blood splashed against the ground, and Charlie started screaming uncontrollably.
“Don’t be a baby,” Ivy said irritably.
“I’m not!” Charlie screeched. “You took my arm off!”
“Well, if you’re going to freak out so much, you can have it back.” She threw his arm and the hand hit him in the side of the head.
“Ow!”
“You should’ve been paying more attention to the flying objects around you. That was one of them. Now, you tell me where Anomaly is, or I’ll pull the other arm off too. Would you enjoy that? I know I would. Or you can just think of where she is, if you’re that pathetic. Can you do that?”
He looked like he might have glared, but he seemed to decide against it. He had probably figured that it wouldn’t be wise to glare at someone with the ability to pull an arm off. He eventually nodded. After a few seconds, after Ivy had read his thoughts, she did as well. “Thank you,” she said.
“Okay, so I told you, right? Or I told your thoughts? So can you let me go now?”
Ivy looked at him with her indigo eyes. “I wish I could, but…” She vanished and reappeared behind him. “I can’t.” With that, she kicked at his head, which flew off and disappeared into the distance.
Ivy started to walk away, then remembered the power of teleportation, and teleported to her house.
Once she was at her house again, she immediately started getting ready to kill Anomaly Despair. Not having to do much at all, aside from grabbing a knife, which was already a part of her daily routine, Ivy braced herself for what she was used to happening. She was used to hearing the fear in voices when people begged for her not to kill them, she was used to the shock on people’s faces, and she was used to hearing someone’s last few words and breaths.
Everyone was always scared. Ivy, on the other hand, was never scared. She wasn’t scared to kill Anomaly, just as the same with everyone else. In fact, Ivy couldn’t even remember the last time she had been scared. She frowned. If she was scared, how would she know? She didn’t even know the feeling anymore. She wondered if Anomaly was scared easily.
Ivy noticed that she was asking herself questions she wouldn’t normally ask. Why did she care about Anomaly? She was just another person Ivy had been hired to kill. So why was she asking questions? What was so special about Anomaly? Ivy just couldn’t get her head around it. It didn’t make any sense to her, but for some reason Ivy felt as though she had some sort of connection to Anomaly. She had no clue what it was, though, because she knew she had never met Anomaly Despair. But there was still that odd little feeling…
Ivy frowned again. How much time had she just spent thinking about these things? She thought, at the most, it was five minutes, but that was before she saw what time it was. It was an hour later than she thought. She had spent an entire hour thinking about someone she had never even met, someone she was simply going to kill, and Ivy became irritated with herself. She figured the sooner Anomaly was gone, the sooner these thoughts would disappear.
Ivy waited around her house for about 30 minutes, then decided to leave, because it was already getting dark. She walked out the door, but paused because she had just thought of something, but forgot it instantly. She figured it wasn’t anything of importance to her, then left the house, closing and locking the door behind her.
Ivy decided to just walk to Anomaly Despair’s house, because it wasn’t too far from her own. She had to duck in cover a few times, because she thought she might have been seen on her way over, but whoever she thought saw her just walked on, ignoring her. Ivy crept behind the bushes once she reached Anomaly’s neighbourhood.
Anomaly’s house was white with a pale green trim. Her yard looked nice. There was a silver car parked in the driveway. Ivy stood outside the house, debating what would be the best way to get in without making any noise. She saw the lights in the house flick off. She supposed that meant Anomaly was going to bed. It was about 10:00, after all. Ivy chose that the best way to get in was through a window.
Looking around the outside of the house, she saw several windows. There was one by the front door, and she assumed that was the living room window. That probably wouldn’t be the best choice. There were also a few large windows along the right side of the house, and there was a smaller one on the far left side. She chose to go in that one. She waited twenty minutes before doing anything. She crept over to the window. She glimpsed in it first, checking that no one was there. She saw a sink, a shower curtain, a toilet, but no people. It was the window to the bathroom. Suddenly reminded of the Beatles song “She Came in Through the Bathroom Window”, Ivy crawled through.
She crept silently through the dark house. Wandering in the dark was something Ivy did often, and it had been easy from the start, thanks to her magic. The walls were painted a greyish-blue, and had a few paintings on them. The floors were clean, and the house was quiet. Peering in the cracks of open doors, Ivy looked for any trace of someone being in the rooms. She couldn’t find anyone. She heard the floor creak behind her. In less than an instant she had whipped out her knife and turned around.
Anomaly Despair caught Ivy’s wrist, the knife only centimetres from her throat.
Ivy stared in disbelief. It was… impossible. How did Anomaly do that? And then a voice came, unwillingly, into Ivy’s head:
Why?
Suddenly Ivy felt a huge wave of energy and was sent flying backwards with so much force that the wall she hit cracked. Shocked at what had just happened, Ivy glanced up to see the look of surprise on Anomaly’s face. Anomaly hadn’t done anything on purpose – she looked just as stunned as Ivy did. It was probably because she had been flung into the wall behind her as well. Ivy looked down. She didn’t want Anomaly to see her face. If she did, she would be able to recognise her later on, because Ivy wasn’t finishing this tonight. She couldn’t. Something was wrong with what Anomaly had done, and it did something to Ivy.
Ivy stood up slowly, taking a quick glance to make sure Anomaly wasn’t going to make any sudden moves. After taking a deep breath, Ivy closed her eyes and disappeared.
Ivy reappeared in her bedroom. She had barely taken two steps before she collapsed on the ground, unconscious.
Ivy woke up face down on the floor, in one of the most uncomfortable positions she’d ever been in after being unconscious on the floor. It was also the only time she’d been unconscious on the floor, however, but it was uncomfortable nonetheless. She stood up, with some effort, and leaned against the wall.
Someone, for the first time, had escaped Ivy. Even worse, was the fact that Ivy had had to be the one to run. Ivy crossed her arms, sulking. She was seething with anger, because she knew that if that information got out, it would ruin her reputation. Not to mention what would happen if Mr Seeker heard about this before Ivy could stop Anomaly for good.
And the only way to stop Anomaly for good was to go after her again. The problem was, though, that Ivy didn’t want to go after her again. That single word that entered her head was messing with her thoughts. Ivy just didn’t get it. Why what? Anomaly could have been asking about anything. Ivy frowned. How did she even get the thought to enter Ivy’s mind? And what was the huge electric shock from? Ivy hadn’t caused any of those events to happen.
But… they did. Which meant that Anomaly had to be the one who did it. Ivy’s eyes widened.
Anomaly Despair was a Sorcerer. She had to be.
Ivy whipped out her phone to call Mr Seeker and tell him what she figured out.
YES VAL V I READ YOUR AMAZING STORY.
YOU SHOULD READ MINE TOO, BY THE WAY
CHAPTER THREE: SUSPICIONS AGAINST A CERTAIN EMPLOYER
Ivy sat at the same wooden table in the same beige room in the same dull building she had been at a few days ago and waited. She had been doing an awful lot of waiting lately. Far too much for her liking. Mr Seeker entered the room shortly after and sat down, across from Ivy. He kept his eyes down for a few moments, then spoke.
“It appears you’re right about Miss Despair,” he said.
“I know I am,” Ivy snapped. “Why didn’t she tell me I’d be going against a Sorcerer? This was the first time I ever had! I could have at least prepared myself!”
“I don’t know why Miss Bilious didn’t tell us. She should have.”
“You don’t need to tell me that. Tell it to Saturnine. She’s the one who should know.” Ivy swore under her breath about Saturnine. “I’m going to hurt her if she doesn’t do something about it.”
“No need to threaten her.”
“Actually, I find the complete need to threaten her. She threatened me by not being specific enough to mention the teeny tiny little detail that Anomaly was a Sorcerer. And I don’t appreciate being threatened. At all.”
“We will do something about her; don’t worry. Until we do, however, you must not show any signs of hostility. You have to act the way you did when you met her, which means laid-back and sarcastic. Understand?”
“Of course I do. I had already figured that was the thing to do.”
“Well then, that’s excellent.” Mr Seeker shifted in his seat slightly. There was a long silence before either one of them spoke. “So tell me: how did you figure out Miss Despair was a Sorcerer? You weren’t entirely clear about that.”
Ivy hesitated. When she spoke, she kept her eyes down. “She spoke to me. Not physically, but through my thoughts. But I didn’t let her. She just did. And then we were both sent crashing into the walls.”
“I see,” Mr Seeker nodded. “What did she say to you?”
Ivy had to lie. She didn’t quite understand why she felt like she had to, but she did. She looked up. “She said she was going to kill me. I understand why she said it, though, because I was breaking into her house and trying to assassinate her, after all. That seems like a reasonable thought to enter someone’s head at that moment. Saturnine, however,” Ivy said as her voice turned bitter, “didn’t have that right. She had no reason to whatsoever, unless she was working for someone who wanted me dead.”
Ivy paused. “Actually, now that I’ve said that out loud, it seems like a very likely possibility in this situation.”
“I agree,” Mr Seeker responded.
Ivy nodded. A thought suddenly stuck her. “How did she find out?”
Mr Seeker blinked. “I’m sorry?”
“How did Saturnine find out about me? I don’t even exist to most people. No one knows who I am. So how did she find out?”
“Ivy, this isn’t relevant to—“
“Yes it is.” Ivy looked at him. “I demand an answer.”
“I’ll tell you another time. You don’t need to know—“
“Actually, yes, I do. As you are well aware, my intelligence is extremely high, and with the information I could probably, and quite easily, track down whoever Saturnine is working for, and kill them.”
Mr Seeker finally seemed to be gaining some confidence, which was quite a task if it was against Ivy. “I’m not telling you. You cannot force me to, and I refuse to, so get over it, child.”
Ivy blurred and was suddenly shoving Mr Seeker into the wall. “What did you just say?” she snarled.
He looked shocked. “I said I refuse to tell you.”
“Not that,” Ivy spat. “Afterwards. What did you call me?”
Mr Seeker frowned, then looked slightly scared. “I apologise, Miss Animosity. Please forgive me.”
Ivy glared for what seemed like forever, then let go of Mr Seeker and headed for the door. “If you ever call me ‘child’ again, I will hurt you, and I won’t stop until you’re nearly dead, if I even stop at all. Good day.”
“Good day to you as well,” he responded as Ivy walked out the door, seething.
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Ivy wandered through the halls silently, and a slight curiosity occurred to her. She had never actually seen any of the rooms she was walking past. She stopped and peered into the doorway of the room closest to her. She tilted her head. There were papers spread out across the gigantic table in the centre of the room. There was a fat man who looked as if he had been searching through them, but now he was draped half-way over the desk, sleeping silently and unmoving. The papers were just scattered. She looked closer. Was that blood on a few of them?
Ivy quietly crept into the room, making sure not to make any noise that could wake the fat man. She went to the man’s left, to look at the blood-stained sheets of paper. Ivy picked on up, then frowned. The blood seemed to be in a trail to the fat man. Very carefully, Ivy lifted the fat man’s face off the desk. She glanced at it.
Ivy clamped a hand over her mouth and stifled back a scream. She dropped the man’s corpse immediately. She may have been a murderer, but she had never done that to anyone before. Hesitantly, she looked at him again.
His face had been torn completely off. There was blood dripping off his skull, and his eyes were hanging loosely out of their sockets, but there was no flesh. It looked as though it had all been pulled off at once. His throat was slashed, but that wasn’t all. He had a gaping hole in his neck, as if someone had just shoved their hand in his throat, grabbed a handful of it, and pulled their hand out again. Ivy could barely keep herself from vomiting.
Ivy turned to leave when she heard footsteps approaching the door. Panicking, she hid behind the curtains and made herself invisible just as a man angrily barged into the room. A woman calmly followed the man in.
Ivy looked down where her hand should have been. Satisfied that it was completely invisible, she cautiously stuck her head out from behind the curtain. She was slightly shocked that the angry man had been Mr Seeker. He abruptly paused when he saw the fat man’s corpse and the blood scattered on the papers. He turned to the woman, who had been turned around to face the door.
“Has she been in here?” Seeker asked. “Ever?”
“So it seems. She’s quite the interested person. I thoroughly believe it was her.” Ivy was stunned when the woman turned around. Saturnine, Ivy angrily thought to herself.
“She did seem pretty damn angry when she left. I mean, she shoved me into the wall and got pretty pissed at me for calling her a child.”
Ivy’s curiosity flared when she realised that they were talking about her. She listened even more intently than before, being certain that she would catch every last word they said.
“Then I am certain it was her. She easily could have killed him,” Saturnine said. Ivy blinked in surprise, but her surprise was quickly replaced by anger. She was being blamed for the corpse lying on the table, even though it wasn’t because of her. Granted, she was a reasonable person to be suspicious of, but this? She wouldn’t do that. Unless, of course, it was to Saturnine.
“I’m not too sure,” Seeker said, thinking. “I mean, yes, she’s a twisted psychopathic murderer, and yes, she’s insane, but she’s still just a kid. Why would she do that?”
“And why would she kill people for a living? Why would she live on her own, rather than with her family? So the question now becomes, why wouldn’t she kill this man? Why wouldn’t she kill us all? You can’t trust her. The only person you can trust is me.”
“Ivy Animosity doesn’t trust you.”
Saturnine blinked a few times. She spoke slowly, but her words were edged with anger. “And how do you know this?”
“Because she was here a mere ten minutes or so before you left. She came to me, and complained about Despair being a Sorcerer.”
“How does she know she’s a Sorcerer?” asked Saturnine, who looked completely stunned.
“Well, God, she isn’t an idiot and you know it. Ivy’s smart. In fact, she’s really smart. Probably too smart for us to even be discussing this. She could easily hear word from this conversation. When you sent her after Despair, she couldn’t kill her because of an electric shock that sent her flying into the wall, and because she was unsettled by Despair speaking to her with her own magic. Ivy left. And how else would someone get into Ivy’s head? The only answer is magic.”
Saturnine narrowed her eyes and was silent for a moment. When she finally spoke, her words sounded confident. “We kill her then.”
Seeker frowned. “Anomaly Despair?”
“No, no, no.”
“Well, who then?”
“Ivy Animosity, of course.”
His face seemed to slacken slightly. “We can’t. It’s impossible.”
“It’s impossible for one of us to kill her, perhaps, but not other people.”
“What do you mean?”
“If we hire Ivy to kill someone close to Anomaly, she’ll go after Ivy for sure. And Anomaly probably could kill Ivy. If not, we’re in trouble, but I believe she can. She’s older, you know? She has more practice.”
“While I agree with your reasoning, and I like your plan, I must remind you that we’re still talking about Ivy Animosity. She is not an easy person to get rid of, I assure you.”
Ivy nodded in agreement to Mr Seeker’s comment. She put her hands up to her face quickly. She had to sneeze. She couldn’t help it; not really. Even with magic, even though she was invisible, she had no power to prevent her from sneezing. She hoped to God she could manage to stay quiet for a little bit longer.
“And I know that,” Saturnine said. “But I think that Anomaly may be even harder to kill. She scared Ivy off without even trying. To be honest, I think that the whole scary thing is just an act.”
Ivy’s hatred towards Saturnine increased with every split second that passed.
“An act?” Seeker argued. “An act? Do you consider committing murderous atrocities as merely an act? Because I don’t. Ivy’s a killer. And killers don’t tend to be cuddly. They’re scary. That’s who they are.”
Saturnine was silent for a few seconds. “Well,” she started, “I could always convince—“
Ivy sneezed. It wasn’t even loud, but it certainly shut Mr Seeker and Saturnine up. They both stared at the curtain Ivy was behind.
“Ivy?” Mr Seeker said, uncertain.
Ivy tilted her head, wondering how they could instantly tell it was her, then looked down at her hand. It was transparent, but that meant the invisibility was wearing off. They could probably see her face. She stepped out from behind the curtain, making herself completely visible.
“I’m going to get you, Saturnine,” Ivy said, glaring. “And don’t doubt that I’ll find you. It’ll be simple. So have fun being alive. It may not last for too much longer.”
Ivy began to walk out of the room. She thought she heard something, but she dismissed it as nothing. Then she heard Saturnine’s thought:
I’m going to kill her first.
Ivy dodged to the side as a knife flew past her. She whirled around, just in time to see Saturnine’s fist coming towards her. Ivy ducked underneath it, then threw a fist of her own into Saturnine’s stomach. Saturnine was sent stumbling backwards, and only barely managed to block the kick about to lash into her face.
Saturnine grabbed Ivy’s foot as it was going down and used it to throw Ivy down to the floor. She cried out as Ivy dragged her down with her. Ivy was up first, and she kicked Saturnine in the ribs. She suddenly remembered the usefulness of magic, then bent down and clapped both hands on Saturnine’s head. A burst of dark blue energy crackled from Ivy’s hands and the full force of the attack was in Saturnine’s head.
Saturnine screamed. Ivy used even more energy. She felt hands on her arms and she was yanked off of Saturnine. Ivy spun around to see who had grabbed her. It was Mr Seeker, and he pushed Ivy away from him as fast as possible.
Ivy punched him in the face and he went down, practically unconscious. What a wimp.
She turned back to Saturnine, who was now unconscious from enduring so much pain, and was about to claw her throat open when a shout come from the hall. Ivy stopped moving as someone burst in the door.
“Ivy!” Anomaly Despair shouted as she ran over. “Don’t!”
Ivy was so stunned she couldn’t move. She just stared at Anomaly, trying to make sense of the situation.
“Please, Ivy, don’t,” Anomaly continued, although she wasn’t running or shouting anymore. She was a few steps away from Ivy. “Thank you for not killing her.”
Ivy finally got the courage to speak. “I never said I wasn’t going to.”
“Well then, I ask that you please listen to what I have to say. I don’t think that you need to do this.”
Ivy’s eyes narrowed. “What do you mean? She betrayed me, and she even hired me to kill you. You have no reason whatsoever to let her live.”
“Ivy—“ Anomaly started, but Ivy cut her off.
“How the hell do you even know who I am?”
“Well, there’s only one girl I know of as pale as you with black hair and indigo eyes. Those are quite some identifying features. As for how I knew you were going to be here, I saw you walk in because I was waiting around for you. I knew that if you encountered someone who you didn’t end up killing, you would obviously come here.”
Ivy didn’t respond.
“As I was going to say, you don’t need to kill her. You can let her live, Ivy. Have you ever thought of that? For all we know, she might have a family to go to, and she might have people she loves and they love her. Imagine how hard it is to lose someone like that. It wouldn’t even be that that person had died, but that they had been murdered. That makes it even harder.”
Ivy looked up at Anomaly in silence for what seemed like forever, then vanished.
She reappeared at her house. Ivy slowly walked into her bedroom. She lay down on her bed and, very quietly, whispered to herself, “I know how that feels.”
I think this is the end.
Am I correct?
CHAPTER FOUR: AN ODD MEETING WITH AUDACIOUS
Ivy woke up with a jolt. She looked around, wondering why the setting had changed, then realised that it had just been a dream.
She couldn’t remember the details, but Ivy knew she had dreamed of her life before she had turned evil, before she had told anyone about her powers. It was an interesting dream, that was for sure. Her family had been there.
Ivy stretched and got out of bed. She went over to her closet, and pulled out a T-shirt and jeans. She had just started to put on a zip-up jacket when she heard a knock on the door.
Ivy froze. Who could be at the door? Was it Saturnine? Did she know where Ivy lived? Ivy doubted it. But still… She didn’t know who could be there. She went over to her window and peeked out. She almost laughed with relief. It was just the mail man.
Ivy put her jacket on the rest of the way, then walked out of her room, and through the house until she got to the front door. She opened it up. “Hello,” Ivy smiled, trying her best to be polite.
“Hi,” the man responded. “I have a letter for an Ivy Animosity. Is she home?”
“Yep,” Ivy said. “You’re speaking to her now.”
“Oh. Well, I was wondering, how come you don’t have a mailbox?”
“I don’t get many letters.”
“Don’t your parents, though?”
“No,” Ivy said, “they don’t. Can I have my letter?”
“Oh. Right. Yeah,” he said, looking though his bag of mail. He handed Ivy an envelope. “Here you go.”
“Thank you,” Ivy said, and was about to shut the door when the man said, “Hold on.”
Ivy blinked, and opened the door, looking at the man sceptically. “Yes?” she asked.
“Well, um, I was wondering…” He glanced at the mail truck, which was parked near the driveway. “Give me a second,” he said, then left her doorstep, heading towards the truck. Ivy watched him for a few seconds, then looked at the letter.
She gasped. It was from Anomaly. How did Anomaly even know where she was? She started to open it, but stopped because the mail man had come back to her door. He had a boy with him, who looked about fourteen, had short brown hair, and was pale. Not as pale as Ivy, of course, but it was still noticeable.
“He wants to talk to you,” the mail man said, then started to walk away, leaving the boy there.
“Hey,” Ivy called after him. He looked back. “Where are you going?”
“He asked me to let him speak with you privately,” the man answered. Ivy arched an eyebrow, then Ivy and the boy watched as he continued to his truck. Once he was inside, the boy turned his attention to her.
“Hello,” he said.
“Um, hi,” Ivy said back.
He stepped past Ivy, and into her house. He sat down on the couch, then looked at Ivy from there.
“What do you think you’re doing?” Ivy said, laughing at the ridiculousness of the situation. She could have killed him, but she decided not to, wondering where this was going.
“I’m getting comfortable,” he said. “Are you going to sit down?”
“I suppose I will.” Ivy went over to her favourite chair, which was across from the couch and sat in it, then set the letter down on the small table beside it. “So, you wanted to talk to me?”
“Yes, and I still do. Nice to meet you, Ivy.”
“Well, it’s slightly awkward to meet you, whatever your name is.”
“Oh, how silly of me. I’m Audacious Beguile.”
“Okay then. Well, you already know that I’m Ivy Animosity so there’s no point in introducing myself. Let’s get on with whatever it is that you wanted to talk about, because I think I have things to do at some point today.”
“Of course. I came to ask you about going somewhere with me – a ball.”
Ivy’s eyes widened. “A what?”
He held his hands out in front of him, and laughed. “Okay, that didn’t come out right. You’re sort of a detective, right? You can figure things out?”
“Yes, but—“
“Can you provide security? Can you fight if you have to?”
“Yes, and I can fight even if I don’t have to. But that doesn’t explain—"
i didn't get to this part.
“Excellent. I know what you’re going to say, so I’ll just answer now, because you don’t seem like the person to mess with, am I right? What this has to do with going to a ball is that I have to go to it, but there are people there who don’t like me, and want to kill me.”
“I kind of feel like one of those people,” Ivy muttered.
“That’s lovely. Anyway, I need you to come with me. Normally, I could get someone else, but this is the kind of situation where I can’t.”
“And why is that?”
He hesitated. “Well, um, because you look kind of like us…” Audacious looked like he had something to say, but he couldn’t think of a way to say it without sounding crazy. Ivy read his thoughts.
“You want me to go to a vampire ball?” Ivy asked incredulously. “I didn’t even know vampires existed! How do I know your telling the truth?”
He looked shocked. “I never even said anything! How did you do that?” He didn’t sound scared, but more in awe of how Ivy did that.
“Oh,” she said. “I forgot that I couldn’t tell you about magic…” She trailed off. Audacious was looking at her like she was the coolest person on the planet.
“You’re a Sorcerer? That is so awesome.”
Ivy smiled, not used to having people think that she was cool. It was a nice feeling. “So, back to the whole ‘vampire’ thing. How do I know that you actually are a vampire, and you weren’t lying?”
“Well, I didn’t know you could read minds, so what would be the point of lying to myself?”
“That is true. Fine, I believe you.” She thought for a moment. “Do you think I could pull off being a vampire if I went with you?”
“Hell yeah. Have you seen yourself? You look even more like a vampire than I do.”
“You have a point. If I go, what do I get in return?”
“I’ll pay you.”
“How much?”
“A lot.”
“That’s not an answer.”
“I’ll pay you a decent amount just for going, and I’ll pay you for every person you have to punch. And I assure you, you’ll have to punch a large deal of people.”
Ivy shrugged. “Seems fair to me. When is it?”
“Thursday.”
“What time?”
“Ten o’clock.”
“That’s kind of late, don’t you think? I figured it would be more like eight.”
“Ivy, you’re a teenager. Since when do you care how late something is?”
Ivy laughed. “How am I going to get there?”
“I’ll come and get you around nine-thirty.”
“And will you be in a mail truck?”
He grinned. “No, I’ll be in something better. Well, I guess I’ll be going now.” Audacious stood up and walked to the door.
“Bye,” Ivy said.
“Bye,” Audacious replied. “Oh, and one more thing.”
“Yes?” Ivy said expectantly.
“I don’t think you’ll like it.”
Ivy arched an eyebrow.
“This is a very fancy ball. You’ll need to be fancy too.”
Ivy narrowed her eyes. “Meaning…?”
“Meaning that you have to wear a dress. Not only do you have to wear a dress, but you have to wear a ball gown. Like, the kind that are really fancy and go down to the floor and are pretty. Preferably a dark colour, but you shouldn’t have an issue with that. And you have to do your hair and wear make up and stuff.” He saw the look of dread on Ivy’s face and quickly added, “Don’t worry, I’m paying you to do that as well.” He left, shutting the door behind him.
“This should be interesting,” Ivy said to herself dryly.
Okay, now THAT is all I have so far. Or all that is revised enough to be posted. It's going to get REALLY interesting in Chapter Five or so. At least, I hope.
*looks at the 15 comments needed to post that* Dang. My story's LONG this time.
Hey Derek, do you like my story? Hmm? Is it good for a 12-year-old to have written it? Is it good for ANYONE to have written it?
I am not Derek, but I say it is, Val V
Thanks :)
Did you read the whole thing?
Not Ch4
It was REALLY great! I love it.
I have to start writng again
The problem was... All I wrote about were other worlds, usually magical ones, and couldn't finish the story because I found them "un-original"
Hello?
Now, finially I've found a great idea, not involving magic. It's great, but I'm not sure if I wanna start it yet..
Thanks! You know, no one off Blogland has actually read this story... I mean, Polar Bear Girl read up to Ivy's description, but that was just the first draft of the story, so she doesn't even know the story line, aside from the fact that I made Ivy pretty evil.
Did you make a layout? or are you making this up as you go?
NEGATIVESANITY! HELLO! READ MY SUPER-LONG STORY THAT HAD TO BE POSTED IN FIFTEEN SEPERATE COMMENTS!
I means, you're obviously not making it all up as you go, but are you at all
Val v. Did you like MY story?
Making it up as I go. I mean, I have a general idea of a few events, but aside from that, I have no clue what I'm doing.
All I'm working with is:
-Ivy's evil
-Anomaly's a good guy. She convinces Ivy to be a very scary good guy at some point.
-they hate Saturnine. A lot.
-Tons of fighting and funny stuff like peope dying often.
I liked yours! I did!
That's how i role with my stories too. usually. You know how your story ends?
That's the hardest part.
I don't have the slightest idea. I think I'll probably kill off Saturnine in an incredibly brutal way, then find some short way to finish it off.
Another reason I never finished any of my stories, and why I haven't writen one in a while, is beacause I am scared I won't find an end, and I'll drop the story and explode.
if you were paying any attention before, you'll have read my first reason.
I still have some of my stories though, thank God!
I usually quit, and I've attempted to a few times with this one, but I end up looking at how far I've gotten and I think about how much time I've used on it and the people who want me to finish it, and I tell myself, "I've gotten this far already, and I have had times where I can't write, but I can't give up on it yet."
And this is my longest story I've EVER written. And in my opinion, it's really good. I wanna see where it's headed.
I have to go, because dinner's ready. I'll be back after. Bye!
CONGRATULATIONS! I am so proud of you, even though I scarecely know anything about you!
ok.
Val, when you get back and you read this...well, you'll be reading this.
Anyway, my point is that I'll read your story if you read mine.
http://myuselessshortstories.blogspot.com/
And there's something I've been meaning to ask you too, Val. Is that you in your picture?
oh, Sanity, I read your story!
Well, ok ill admit, only the begining. I'll go read the rest.
Thanks. Do you want me to read one of yours?
The third chapter of mine is the funniest so far.
I HAVE RETURNED!
*sees Negative*
What's the link?
My blog.
Which contains my story.
WHICH YOU STILL NEED TO READ.
You may read the one I am currently working on, however you must read it here on this blog, for there is yet to be anything posted on mine.
here I'll paste it, you read mine, I read yourse
happy all around
You'll need to put it in a comment then because I'm not going through a million comments to find it. xD
The parking lot was a silent empty void. Coming out the back door of the building looming over it are two people. These days they are not known as kids, but that is just what they are. The shorter one is a boy, the taller a girl. Each have dirty blond hair, (the girl’s longer than the boy’s), both have dirty clothing, and both have many cuts and bruises all over their bodies. None of that is important though. It is what they are holding that is important, for in their hands they hold the fate of the world.
The paper bags don’t look like much, I know, but it’s what’s inside them that really counts.
The two walk quickly over the pavement, careful not to spill any of the bags’ contents, or be spotted by anyone.
Just as they leave the parking lot, they near a playground, not enjoyed for a very long time. The play sets were decaying. The swings looked as though they had been ripped apart, and they probably were.
Beyond the park was an open field. It used to be bright green, but now, having been untended to for a while was losing its touch. Substituting the lush, beautiful trees which used to scatter the hills shaping the spherical form of the field, were small, brown, dead ones.
The two kids tried to navigate around the hills for better cover, but –
“Well,” shouted a smooth voice from the other side of the field, “I knew I would find you here; you have a strong scent.” The man who said it waved his hand behind him at a humanoid creature that was standing on his right, very closely. So closely the man whacked him in the gut with his elbow. The thing didn’t react, though you could see an unnatural dent formed in his stomach, slowly popping itself back into its original appearance. This was the nature of a zombie. It can see, it can smell, it can hear, but it is dead.
Oh, yeah, Negative my story has Zombies too.
“It wasn’t so easy; I’ll give you that. We must’ve lost you’re scent a hundred times! But now it’s game over. You will now cease to exist.”
The siblings have been through this before, and they expected it to happen again, but this was the worst possible time. They know what happens next…
“Now my minions,” he says, the girl looks over to the boy, the boy puts down the bags he carries in the yellowing grass in the cover of the hill. It is possible the man didn’t see them. “Attack!” the man shouts, adding the anger for amusement. It sounds like he’s been practicing.
From behind him, the zombie ran towards the two. And from behind it, an army of humanoid creatures follows. Some are strong and run like solders, some run slower, and some trip over themselves and fall on their faces.
Sometimes this helps the kids when it came time to actually facing them. They would approach in waves, getting easier and easier.
The boy and the girl know by now that the zombies who ran fast couldn’t be outrun, however running usually eliminates the slower zombies and the ones on their faces from a fight entirely.
They run, for they don’t have time to fight. They ran through the obstacle ridden playground, and back to the parking lot and wait for their opponents to catch up with them, and their breath too.
“Uh-Oh” says the boy looking back at the hill where he left the bags.
“Lars!” the girl shouts. The boy looks really disappointed in himself, but just then the zombies tumble through the gate bending the gate in order to be the first to get to the kids.
The kids take out their motor guns, and aim at the oncoming zombies.
They shoot accurately, but if not done correctly you just see similar results as the jab in the stomach of the scenting zombie.
Loud cracks can be heard if the zombies are shot on a bone. The ribs and head are an ideal place to shoot, but the kids doubt they feel this cracking, because, it doesn’t buy much more time than it does to look down curiously. They can get the eyes and noses of some of them. No blood traces the holes they puncture in their bones or face. The best spot to hit, however, is the legs. Zombies may be invincible, but their center of gravity is different from a living person and they trip easily.
The boy is doing better than the girl. The girl is having a hard time keeping the paper and plastic bags in her hands at the same time as shooting at never falling zombies. The boy takes a bag from her burden.
The following WILL be edited
I repeat THE FOLOWING WILL BE EDITED
“Casey, now’s our chance to test it out!” the boy shouts.
“No! There’s no time! And anyway, if we try it out now, it may ruin everything!”
“Well I’m gonna try anyway!”
“NO! LARS! Why don’t you ever listen to me!?”
“Because I don’t have to!”
He keeps shooting, even though he is not looking at where he’s pointing, and tries to pick out stuff from the bag
The girl has no time to argue, because they are actually running out of room.
The wall of the building is a few feet away, and so are the dead guys. They would have to back away in a curve in order to get around the building and continue living.
“Stop,” shouted the girl, “Look behind you!”
“Oh shoot!” said the boy, he stopped trying to do two things at once and followed Casey in the curve.
They had just made it around the building when a very familiar blue van turned onto the drive. It sped toward the kids and the girl shot at the tires and heard them pop.
That is all for to night. have fun.
Yes, Sanity, that is indeed me in the photo. It was snowing last week, and I figured it would be a cool time to practice taking photos, and I was bored of my old picture, so... Yeah. I changed it to that one.
I'll read your story, so you have to read mine!
Brb, I'm gonna go read that story...
Cool. It's a good photo.
Now if you'll excuse me, I have two stories to read...
Mine's going to take quite a while to read...
I read chapter one.
Sparky, Email.
I'm at chapter 3, Sanity...
I FINISHED IT!
Yay.
I read up to chapter one for now and I'l continue after I give you a bit of constructive criticism. Because I'm a very weird person.
I really like the prologue, Val, because it engages you right away (it's a murder scene, of course it does), but then in CH 1 it kind of fades.
^Did you like it?
Because Chapter One is a year later. The prolouge was right after, quite obviously, a massive murder. It tells you who Ivy's character is: a crazy person who loves to kill people.
But in chapter one, you learn more about her personality; about what she thinks and her attitude. She also changes a bit in the following chapters, which I plan to have her officially point out in the story. The prolouge just kind of tells you that, over all, she's an evil killer, but the story itself is her changing, ever so slightly, from the villian to a type of goodish guy. I'll explain why in a later part of the story, which has yet to be written.
And yes, I did like it, very much.
It seemed a lot like Skulduggery, in ways.
And I shall be the first to know.
;)
E-mail.
I responded. I respond pretty quickly, on account that my computer says "New message from Sparrky Braginski" on it until I click on it.
*Sparky
*grins at Sparky* Oh yes. Very much so. I was just thinking that.
*grins*
...How old are you guys?
I'm 12. JUST LIKE STEPHANIE! *squeals and runs into the wall*
Almost...
No. That is the title for you and Amanda, and Me and Hayley.
But when they aren't around...
*starts laughing so hard I fall over*
THIRTEEN!
*falls over with laughter* I just pictured myself running into the wall, squealing, and I swear to God, its hilarious.
I just imagined you doing that too.
It really is quite entertaining.
I jsu remembered something! There is someone in my city who looks like Derek Landy. He came to my school today, and I didn't see him
the only difference is that he has darker hair.
Well, when you picture an apparently creepy looking girl in all black flailing her arms around, squealing, and running around, it's pretty hilarious, but when that girl smacks into a wall and falls over? I can't stand it how funny it is.
Funny. I'm 13 too. Well, 12 really, but 13 soon.
I'll be fourteen... Relatively soon.
Not as soon as Val will be thirteen.
and I'm having fun with tech support. I believe when you're talking to people for assitance, or because you hate them, you got to add some of YOU into it. yah know?
it makes them feel like their the ones who REALLY need assitance HAHAHAHAHAAaaa!
Hey, Sanity, you have to finish reading my story. I finished yours.
I'm multitasking here. I'm finishing the fourth chapter of my story, trying to read your, eat ice cream and stop laughing from South Park on the TV behind me.
And the guy (who looks like derek) is famous so you can see what I mean by following this link!
http://www.corporateentertainers.ca/joeyelias.jpg
OK It doesn't REALLLY look like him, but there is something... I don't know tell me what YOU think.
He's not Irish, I think.
THERE ARE 1900 WORDS IN ECHO!!!
Woaw.
follow link Sparks
I started it two days ago.
Not too shabby in my opinion.
Sparky, check your email.
I did.
I don't see the resemblance.
5, 514 in Zathract Mist. Ha.
good.
wow
Val, it could take a couple of seconds, the distance between our computers is substantial.
Oh Chapter 4 is up on my blog now too.
Val, when will you put your story up on Golden God? It's easier to read on that.
9200 WORDS IN IVY ANIMOSITY!
Like, A Collaborate Effort to Meet the Golden God, or here? Because it's already posted here.
Val, you certainly know how to say it like it is.
When you say here, do you mean in the comments?
And now I am confused. For stories on Collaborative Effort to Meet the Golden God, can they be Skulduggery Related? (Like mine is set in the Skulduggery World, only in Australia)
Sparky, I speak the truth. To myself.
And I mean yes, it's in the comments section here. On this page.
Let's see if the war I may have just started will spread to here.
*grins evilly*
*is shaking uncontrollably with laughter at something only me and Spark know about*
*Sparky
Fine, fine, I'll ask.
What are you laughing at?
*tries to imagine every other time the original topic of our conversation has happened, and laughs to the point where I'm practically crying*
Oh my God Val I'm crying with laughter.
*tries to look serious, then looks at Sanity* Er, um, something secret, that we, uh, can't tell you...
That better as bloody hell never happened with any of mine.
(Forget e-mail, this is fair more fun)
So am I, Sparky, so am I. (We're such terrible people, it's amazing)
No, we can't tell you.
You wouldn't find it half as funny as us.
*looks at Val and starts laughing again*
We totally are!
It's just that when you sent the, um, the 13th one, I can't stop laughing at it, because I can imagine you screaming it in my face...
Really?
Without thinking I knew what you were referring to.
Actually, now that I think about it, I can see that happening to...
And the expressioin on someone's face after my "pep talk"... I so wish I could actually say that.
*expression
I would love to watch you do that in real life.
Though it would happen after me saying 13...
*is laughing so hard I'm silently shaking on the floor*
*starts to falls over with laughter, but trips on Sparky and lands face first on the floor* *laughs even harder*
YOU CALL IT PEP TALK!
*is still laughing*
*composes self and helps Val of ground*
You call it pep talk. I call you a...
LIAR!
HECK YEAH IT'S A PEP TALK! I'M TELLING PEOPLE THE TRUTH ABOUT WHO THEY ARE, AND HOPEFULLY WHAT THEY SHOULD DO NEXT!
*can't even think of another way to describe how hard I'm laughing right now*
I gtg
Bye
*points at Sparky and does a funny dance consisting of spinning in circles and pointing at Sparky* LIAR, LIAR, LAIR!
YOU'RE THE LIAR!!!
Bye Sanity
YOU, YOU, YOU!!!!!!!
Oh, right, Later Negative.
YOU'RE A LIAR TO!
AM NOT!
Oh, maybe a little...
YOU'RE A BIGGER ONE!
LIAR, LIAR, PANTS ON FIRE, HANGING FROM A TELEPHONE WIRE!!! *tris to imagine Sparky in flaming pants, hanging from a wire, and completely loses whatever was left of any sanity*
*re-imagines Val running into the wall squealing and loses last shreds also*
OW MY EYES THAT I DON'T HAVE!
SHUT UP!
ACORNS, YOU ARE SINGLE HANDEDLY GOING TO BE THE CAUSE OF MY DEMISE.
Death. By. Laughter.
Why are we in Valkyrie's house?
I ATE HER!
Which, let me tell you, is going to piss of Frog, Japan and Hayley.
If we went to the same school...
*shakes head at thought*
We would get into SO MUCH TROUBLE.
FIRST!!!
FIRST!!!
FIRST!!!
FIRST!!!
FIRST!!!
FIRST!!!
What?! You mean I have to use hands? But acorns have no hands! NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!
I dedicate this page to the thought of Val and me going to the same school. And living in the same country. And meeting.
That would be SO COOL!!!
And I think that people would stare at us and slowly... back... away... THEN RUN FOR THEIR LIVES!
YES. THEY WOULD TOTALLY DO THAT.
And if they didn't...
We would bite them.
Psst... Sparky... I have to tell you something... I hate to tell you this, but...
LIAR!
If you don't stop laughing, I'll give you a reason to.
*calms down a little, but is still a little giggly* Ok, ok, I think I'm good now, just don't say something funny, or give anyone the pep talk.
*sighs* I wish I had Skype...
Oh, and did I tell you me and Amanda made a Skype account? We haven't done video chat with it, because we've only used her phone so far, but our name is "your.worst.nightmare98"
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