Post by ♫Scylla♫ on Apr 5, 2011 17:38:52 GMT -5
Prologue
I was woken by a loud crash, and I rolled over, getting out of bed. It was still dark out; maybe midnight. The first thought that came to me was that it was my eighth birthday. In my black pajamas, I slowly made my way downstairs in case someone was making preparations. I was only halfway down the stairwell when I heard a bloodcurdling scream from a few rooms over. I wanted to run back upstairs and cry, but my feet disobeyed me by carrying me forward to the source of the scream.
What I saw paralyzed me where I stood in the open doorway of the kitchen. What I saw, was my mother on the tiled floor in a pool of her own blood, a silent scream of terror frozen on her pale face. “Ma!” I screamed a Scottish accent clear in my voice as I sprinted as fast as I could to her body. I slipped in the blood, and I fell right in front of her, and I stared into her brown eyes, and I could swear I thought I saw a red glow.
I screamed again and scrambled backwards, gasping for breath as I stared at my mother’s lifeless body. My hand fumbled around my neck and chest and I found the amulet she gave me the day before. She said to cherish it always, and to remember her through it. I had no idea what she meant at the time, but it was much clearer now. “Ma?” I whimpered, reaching out, hoping she just blacked out, but I knew that wasn’t the case.
Shakily, I stood up and looked around, hugging my amulet to my chest. I slowly walked to the next room, fearing what I thought I would find. I reached out slowly and pushed the door open. It swung open with a loud creak.
I walked into the room, and looked around. It seemed untouched by the chaos that was the kitchen. In the living room, nothing seems to be out of place. But I carefully stepped forward anyway. Looking side to side, I made sure everything was where it should be.
Finally, I got the nerve to call out “Da!” I called for my father. “Brother!” and my brother, too. There was a rustling behind the couch, and I made my way around the table, to see a hand and arm sprawled out and twitching.
Suppressing a scream, I made my way around the couch to see my father, on the ground and blood running from his mouth. “Da, what’s happening?” I choked out, knowing I wouldn’t get an intelligible answer.
I approached my father’s twitching body, and looked him in the eye. What I saw would scar in my mind forever. That look of pure terror, coming from your parents, that’s one of the most terrible things you could imagine.
A large knife with rubies embedded in the ebony handle was brought down and ended my father’s life. Screaming, I scrambled backwards and into a table, knocking over a lamp. The person holding the hilt of the knife, to my horror, was my 17 year old brother.
“Well, well, well. This is quite a bother” He said in his smooth, deep voice. “You weren’t supposed to see this” He said, a dark smile tattooed on his face.
“Why would you do such a thing, brother?” I asked, shaking my head as I tried to back further into the table.
“You’re too young to understand” He said as he ripped the knife out of our father’s neck and started approaching me.
“Understand what, brother?” I choked, trying to back into the wall, hoping a hole would appear for me to disappear into.
“Do you know what you are?” my brother asked, twirling the knife in his hands.
“What does it matter? Why did you kill our parents?” I asked, tears burning in the back of my throat.
“For this” He reached into his pocket and took his hand out, revealing a ring. A closer look, I could tell there was something inscribed on the inside. It was in a different language, so I couldn’t read it even If I could have seen it longer, but he stashed it back in his pocket.
“A stupid ring? What’s that to our parents’ lives?!” I asked, trying to back away yet.
“You don’t know what this is, or what you truly are.” He scowled, approaching me.
“What do you mean? I’m a boy!” I said, truly confused.
“But you’re not just a boy” He said, a dark smile on his face “You’re a demon, just like the rest of us.”
That sent me into a shocked silence. I didn’t believe him. “You’re lying…” I choked.
“Why don’t we see for ourselves?” He said, closing the distance between us. He raised the knife, and I shut my eyes. He brought the knife down, and there was a ripping sound. I didn’t feel any pain, so I opened an eye to see my shirt was cut off. “Now, let’s see here” He said, turning me around. With an icy finger, he drew a horizontal line across my back. He ran it over two specific points, and he pinched me there. He drew his arm away from me and to my front to reveal a leathery surface that looked like a wing. “I thought so” He said, that evil smile on his face.
“What is this?” I asked, trying to get away.
“Why, this is one of your wings, little brother!” He said, his eyes glowing a dark red. “Naturally, a leathery feel” He murmured, rubbing the surface of my wing “Seems proportionate” he added, comparing its length to my height.
Meanwhile, I was trying to get away, repulsed by what was happening to me.
“So, what do you say we rid the memory of this night from your pathetic head?” He teased, an evil expression playing across his face. He raised the knife again, and the last thing I remember seeing before plummeting into darkness was that smile. That horrid smile planted on my brother’s face.
Alright, I have no idea what the title is yet, but I will work on that part later XD
So what do ya think of it so far?
I was woken by a loud crash, and I rolled over, getting out of bed. It was still dark out; maybe midnight. The first thought that came to me was that it was my eighth birthday. In my black pajamas, I slowly made my way downstairs in case someone was making preparations. I was only halfway down the stairwell when I heard a bloodcurdling scream from a few rooms over. I wanted to run back upstairs and cry, but my feet disobeyed me by carrying me forward to the source of the scream.
What I saw paralyzed me where I stood in the open doorway of the kitchen. What I saw, was my mother on the tiled floor in a pool of her own blood, a silent scream of terror frozen on her pale face. “Ma!” I screamed a Scottish accent clear in my voice as I sprinted as fast as I could to her body. I slipped in the blood, and I fell right in front of her, and I stared into her brown eyes, and I could swear I thought I saw a red glow.
I screamed again and scrambled backwards, gasping for breath as I stared at my mother’s lifeless body. My hand fumbled around my neck and chest and I found the amulet she gave me the day before. She said to cherish it always, and to remember her through it. I had no idea what she meant at the time, but it was much clearer now. “Ma?” I whimpered, reaching out, hoping she just blacked out, but I knew that wasn’t the case.
Shakily, I stood up and looked around, hugging my amulet to my chest. I slowly walked to the next room, fearing what I thought I would find. I reached out slowly and pushed the door open. It swung open with a loud creak.
I walked into the room, and looked around. It seemed untouched by the chaos that was the kitchen. In the living room, nothing seems to be out of place. But I carefully stepped forward anyway. Looking side to side, I made sure everything was where it should be.
Finally, I got the nerve to call out “Da!” I called for my father. “Brother!” and my brother, too. There was a rustling behind the couch, and I made my way around the table, to see a hand and arm sprawled out and twitching.
Suppressing a scream, I made my way around the couch to see my father, on the ground and blood running from his mouth. “Da, what’s happening?” I choked out, knowing I wouldn’t get an intelligible answer.
I approached my father’s twitching body, and looked him in the eye. What I saw would scar in my mind forever. That look of pure terror, coming from your parents, that’s one of the most terrible things you could imagine.
A large knife with rubies embedded in the ebony handle was brought down and ended my father’s life. Screaming, I scrambled backwards and into a table, knocking over a lamp. The person holding the hilt of the knife, to my horror, was my 17 year old brother.
“Well, well, well. This is quite a bother” He said in his smooth, deep voice. “You weren’t supposed to see this” He said, a dark smile tattooed on his face.
“Why would you do such a thing, brother?” I asked, shaking my head as I tried to back further into the table.
“You’re too young to understand” He said as he ripped the knife out of our father’s neck and started approaching me.
“Understand what, brother?” I choked, trying to back into the wall, hoping a hole would appear for me to disappear into.
“Do you know what you are?” my brother asked, twirling the knife in his hands.
“What does it matter? Why did you kill our parents?” I asked, tears burning in the back of my throat.
“For this” He reached into his pocket and took his hand out, revealing a ring. A closer look, I could tell there was something inscribed on the inside. It was in a different language, so I couldn’t read it even If I could have seen it longer, but he stashed it back in his pocket.
“A stupid ring? What’s that to our parents’ lives?!” I asked, trying to back away yet.
“You don’t know what this is, or what you truly are.” He scowled, approaching me.
“What do you mean? I’m a boy!” I said, truly confused.
“But you’re not just a boy” He said, a dark smile on his face “You’re a demon, just like the rest of us.”
That sent me into a shocked silence. I didn’t believe him. “You’re lying…” I choked.
“Why don’t we see for ourselves?” He said, closing the distance between us. He raised the knife, and I shut my eyes. He brought the knife down, and there was a ripping sound. I didn’t feel any pain, so I opened an eye to see my shirt was cut off. “Now, let’s see here” He said, turning me around. With an icy finger, he drew a horizontal line across my back. He ran it over two specific points, and he pinched me there. He drew his arm away from me and to my front to reveal a leathery surface that looked like a wing. “I thought so” He said, that evil smile on his face.
“What is this?” I asked, trying to get away.
“Why, this is one of your wings, little brother!” He said, his eyes glowing a dark red. “Naturally, a leathery feel” He murmured, rubbing the surface of my wing “Seems proportionate” he added, comparing its length to my height.
Meanwhile, I was trying to get away, repulsed by what was happening to me.
“So, what do you say we rid the memory of this night from your pathetic head?” He teased, an evil expression playing across his face. He raised the knife again, and the last thing I remember seeing before plummeting into darkness was that smile. That horrid smile planted on my brother’s face.
Alright, I have no idea what the title is yet, but I will work on that part later XD
So what do ya think of it so far?
Not at all XD But I really like that title... The Demon Within... I'll put that on my list 'o titles!