Post by alex on Jul 29, 2010 13:10:51 GMT -5
Right, so I showed this to Callie today and I thought I might as well post it here, so that anyone who wants to read it know where to find it ^^ Also, Callie, I think you should post your story because it's really good :] Here we go!
Chapter 1
The darkness was starting to get to him.
His eyes had gotten used to it but they were strained, especially since he hadn’t slept in two days. The shadows played with his minds, creating shapes and forms that he knew weren’t there. The trees were starting to look alive, as well. They were reaching for him and stopping him from going forward. He stepped over a branch that had fallen on the ground and he groaned as he heard something rip. He stopped and broke a small branch that had gotten a hold of his shirt. Mother wouldn’t be happy; she’d lecture him about how expensive the shirt had been but right now, he didn’t care. He was getting exhausted and his throat was dry; he needed water. His clothes were the last thing on his mind.
It had been sunny when he’d entered into the forest and it had turned into a completely different world inside. The trees stretched far above his head and shielded the forest from any sunlight. It was dead quiet. He could only hear his own breathing and the crunching sound as he stepped on dry leaves. No wonder no one ever visited this forest…
He didn’t know how long he had been in here but his entire body ached for him to turn back. There was no more hope, not in this place anyway. With a deep sigh he marched on, tricking his mind with words of encouragement; of hope. He could still find him, it was possible. Just a little further and he’d be there.
From the corner of his eye he saw something different then all the trees and bushes. There was an opening in the forest and the trees created an arch-like gate which revealed an opened space with nothing but green grass. The trees surrounded the grass like a circle and out of mere awe the boy walked under the arch. His eyes were drawn up only to reveal the sky. He’d been in here for longer than he’d assumed, the sky was getting darker and, despite not being able to see it, he guessed that the sun was setting in the horizon.
He took a deep breath and, somehow, this place had given him more hope. He turned around to continue his search but a small noise stopped him in his tracks. Heavy breathing.
He shook his head, believing he had imagined it, until he heard the same noise again. He took a step back and quickly turned around as his eyes scanned his surroundings.
“Anthony,” he heard the same voice say. It was louder than before but it was followed by a cough. The person had struggled to get his attention. It was searching for help. His own breathing quickened and so did his heart. He was excited, he had found him. He was here somewhere and in a few moments he would speak to him. After searching the entire circle of grass and the places around it his heart sank.
Nothing, he’d found nothing.
He gasped as he heard the deep breathing, though this time it was right behind him. He looked over his shoulder and saw a part of two legs. “Oh, Ivan,” he cried out in relief and rushed toward the body.
“Anthony,” the voice said again but he could barely hear it. Anthony looked at Ivan in horror. His hands trembled as he realized just how badly Ivan was hurt. Almost all of his limbs stood out in unnatural angles and he’d lost so much blood that it looked like someone had painted his skin and clothes red. Most of the blood was dried and parts of his body were already bruising. Anthony could tell that, whatever had happened to him, occurred days ago. Though there was also fresh blood on his mouth, chin and clothes. Anthony traced the blood to Ivan’s wrist. It looked like someone had cut both of his wrists, multiple times.
“What has happened to you?” Anthony asked panicked as he ripped a piece of his, already ruined, shirt and tied it around Ivan’s wrists, to try and stop Ivan from losing more blood.
“Brother,” Ivan whispered slowly. It was clear that he struggled with every word. Despite being so weak that he could barely speak he still reached up and grabbed hold of Anthony’s sleeve. “Come closer, I need… I need to tell you something.”
When Anthony didn’t lean toward quickly enough Ivan pulled on his sleeve impatiently.
“Brother,” he repeated pleadingly. Anthony finally moved closer to Ivan.
“What is it?” Anthony asked. There was something strange about Ivan, his eyes were different. They were… colder. Anthony didn’t know how to describe it, but there was like something was missing.
A grin spread across Ivan’s lips, revealing a pair of fangs. Anthony’s eyes widened and he pulled away but Ivan was quicker. He was way too quick for someone with those kind of injuries. Anthony felt a sting on his throat and he cried out in agony.
“Stop, Ivan, stop!” he called out, he pleaded. Ivan didn’t stop. The pain got worse and worse until Anthony felt numb.
After a while Anthony was pushed to the side, his eyes were wide and unfocused. Ivan stood up, wiping blood of his sleeve and taking a deep breath. “Sorry,” he said with a shrug and looked down at Anthony’s lifeless body. “Though, I always knew you could be useful for something, little brother.” He grinned at Anthony and then he was gone.
Chapter 1
The darkness was starting to get to him.
His eyes had gotten used to it but they were strained, especially since he hadn’t slept in two days. The shadows played with his minds, creating shapes and forms that he knew weren’t there. The trees were starting to look alive, as well. They were reaching for him and stopping him from going forward. He stepped over a branch that had fallen on the ground and he groaned as he heard something rip. He stopped and broke a small branch that had gotten a hold of his shirt. Mother wouldn’t be happy; she’d lecture him about how expensive the shirt had been but right now, he didn’t care. He was getting exhausted and his throat was dry; he needed water. His clothes were the last thing on his mind.
It had been sunny when he’d entered into the forest and it had turned into a completely different world inside. The trees stretched far above his head and shielded the forest from any sunlight. It was dead quiet. He could only hear his own breathing and the crunching sound as he stepped on dry leaves. No wonder no one ever visited this forest…
He didn’t know how long he had been in here but his entire body ached for him to turn back. There was no more hope, not in this place anyway. With a deep sigh he marched on, tricking his mind with words of encouragement; of hope. He could still find him, it was possible. Just a little further and he’d be there.
From the corner of his eye he saw something different then all the trees and bushes. There was an opening in the forest and the trees created an arch-like gate which revealed an opened space with nothing but green grass. The trees surrounded the grass like a circle and out of mere awe the boy walked under the arch. His eyes were drawn up only to reveal the sky. He’d been in here for longer than he’d assumed, the sky was getting darker and, despite not being able to see it, he guessed that the sun was setting in the horizon.
He took a deep breath and, somehow, this place had given him more hope. He turned around to continue his search but a small noise stopped him in his tracks. Heavy breathing.
He shook his head, believing he had imagined it, until he heard the same noise again. He took a step back and quickly turned around as his eyes scanned his surroundings.
“Anthony,” he heard the same voice say. It was louder than before but it was followed by a cough. The person had struggled to get his attention. It was searching for help. His own breathing quickened and so did his heart. He was excited, he had found him. He was here somewhere and in a few moments he would speak to him. After searching the entire circle of grass and the places around it his heart sank.
Nothing, he’d found nothing.
He gasped as he heard the deep breathing, though this time it was right behind him. He looked over his shoulder and saw a part of two legs. “Oh, Ivan,” he cried out in relief and rushed toward the body.
“Anthony,” the voice said again but he could barely hear it. Anthony looked at Ivan in horror. His hands trembled as he realized just how badly Ivan was hurt. Almost all of his limbs stood out in unnatural angles and he’d lost so much blood that it looked like someone had painted his skin and clothes red. Most of the blood was dried and parts of his body were already bruising. Anthony could tell that, whatever had happened to him, occurred days ago. Though there was also fresh blood on his mouth, chin and clothes. Anthony traced the blood to Ivan’s wrist. It looked like someone had cut both of his wrists, multiple times.
“What has happened to you?” Anthony asked panicked as he ripped a piece of his, already ruined, shirt and tied it around Ivan’s wrists, to try and stop Ivan from losing more blood.
“Brother,” Ivan whispered slowly. It was clear that he struggled with every word. Despite being so weak that he could barely speak he still reached up and grabbed hold of Anthony’s sleeve. “Come closer, I need… I need to tell you something.”
When Anthony didn’t lean toward quickly enough Ivan pulled on his sleeve impatiently.
“Brother,” he repeated pleadingly. Anthony finally moved closer to Ivan.
“What is it?” Anthony asked. There was something strange about Ivan, his eyes were different. They were… colder. Anthony didn’t know how to describe it, but there was like something was missing.
A grin spread across Ivan’s lips, revealing a pair of fangs. Anthony’s eyes widened and he pulled away but Ivan was quicker. He was way too quick for someone with those kind of injuries. Anthony felt a sting on his throat and he cried out in agony.
“Stop, Ivan, stop!” he called out, he pleaded. Ivan didn’t stop. The pain got worse and worse until Anthony felt numb.
After a while Anthony was pushed to the side, his eyes were wide and unfocused. Ivan stood up, wiping blood of his sleeve and taking a deep breath. “Sorry,” he said with a shrug and looked down at Anthony’s lifeless body. “Though, I always knew you could be useful for something, little brother.” He grinned at Anthony and then he was gone.
And I might post it. Maybe. But it seems like whenever I post something on here, I can't write anymore of it. :/ But I dunno, I might change my mind.
Oh, I know what you mean, Callie. As long as you PM me whenever there is an update, though, I'm good 
Here is my next chapter, if anyone is interested.