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a scene of emotions CHAPTER 2 AND BONUS CHAPTER 3 |
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i had always wondered about scars
scars heal when things get physical
but what about your heart when your dearest loved one hurts you, drives a sword in your heart,
will you love her or will you forget her or even more
kill her?
CHAPTER 2 family= no matter what, who, or thing you are, you'll always be my friend, brother, or my blood~ Craven
-suddenly a flock of crows flew in my face and without me looking back a sword weilded on my neck with a hand over my eyes.
"guess who?"came a sly unforgetable voice
"******** you,"i said pushing my brother away.
"suck you,"he would always say and pushed me.
"where the hell's your bag??"Craven asked, his dark smoky long hair, red and black had always suited him the best, wearing black paints and a red skull sports jacket, unusual for him
i looked away to hide my eyes from him.
"you know hoalix,"craven said softly lifting my face to look into his beautiful silver eyes,"those bags cost alot of money, they don't come free"
i nodded
"good, c'mon now, its getting late and your getting pale and you need to eat and after that you should rest,"he put his arm around my shoulder while touching my forehead.
he some how knew what i needed, i thought, he must know how to read minds.
back home now,
my two sister, rayne and storm, and my other brother ashe we're sitting by the fire getting warm.
rayne is my youngest sister, had this amazing talent but also i curse, it would seem when this unpleasent town would one day be sunny, the next day, it would be rainy, we believe that when rayne cries, the next day it rained but rayne has no voice, her beautiful voice taken away by the devil himself, pulled her tounge out to give a curse to her.
storm, she is like a libririan. she reads alot, her thick round glasses, purple hair and her maid like clothes made her look like a doll but a snake she is.
ashe, is the youngest of everyone, he is only 12 but is suprisely good at hiding things. no matter how small his body is, he carries some unaware things which are most suprising.
craven is my true brother, he and i are the same age, 18 and will be forever. we come from the same blood but not family. in this time now, i guess our family was "divorced" or he called it. he has a weird way with the crows, talking to them and playing with them. it makes me feel awkard around him when he talks "crow" to them.
i was in my room, strumming my voilin playing the classical, "devil's trill"
"kinda of earily to be playing that."
i saw two red eyes as a lightning bolt clashed down and i saw stormb by my door. she walked slowly to my bed. "i heard you got beat up, dearst brother," she said touching my hand,"tell me what happened."
i swiftly turned away."if you think doing any curses on them,"i said bluffly,"i don't think it will work"
"you surely know how to kill a conversation,"she said,"better get ready, its almsot time" and another lightning bolt hit by our house and felt a cold presence, i looked back and she was gone.
it was 6'o clock, the evening, the moon rose, high and magnificent and craven rose, his black trench coat, buckled boots, he said
"its time to feed"
its hard to forget the ones who deceased the world or try to remember when you weren't born. the pain, the glory. maybe life isn't all that bad once you have glory, or just to have the joy of it by killing someone innocent or out of revenge.
CHAPTER 3 glory
we headed downtown where the neighborhood was just as bad as my new school. bums in the allies, shootings, broke down stores, and a booze where everyone hangs out.
we had to not be seen with eachother, like we were spies, but we were more then that. that night, i wore a black top and belted pants and combat boots and hidden in my pocket was a razor.
we all arrived, punked out and what you call "goth"
it would seem our entrance was "glorious"
everyone staring, mouths open, i saw a shaved head skinny guy's cig fall out of his mouth. i heart storm chuckled and i heard her voice under her breath,"ooh, he's mine"
i could tell by her eyes by the handsome guy, pale white and looked like one of us, she cat walked towards him.
every one had spilt up.
"can i have a beer please?"i waved my hand and slid a glass. it was amazing to me how ashe gotten fake i.d.s but shame he couldn't come. i took a long sip of my beer, it wasn't as good as what i was comming to tonight.
"so whats your name?" a druken voice came. a woman, about 30, looked wasted and hideously out of dress, fishnets, fishnets, fishnets, i could see her bra and panties.
i tried not to let my eyes twitch and said close to her face,"i want you tonight"i said smoothly and glanced at Craven as he was toying two healthy girls, his silver eyes flashed red and it was the signal.
i grabbed the 30 year old woman and brought her to the ally. avoiding her kissing me, she tried to take off my shirt but resisted that and then the demon came out.
 Tukuya_Datenshi · Fri Aug 17, 2007 @ 08:39pm · 0 Comments |
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