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Sinobarre
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Posted: Sun Jul 22, 2007 @ 05:54am
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Posted: Wed May 16, 2007 @ 11:43pm
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Chapter 3
She awoke on the ledge, her legs dangling precariously over the edge. At first she didn't move, slowly opening her eyes into a squint against the glaring sun directly over head. She groaned and rolled onto her stomach, resting her forehead on her arms, her face in the moist aromatic grass. Her sweatshirt was dampened from the mornings dew, her hair, matted and tangled from her fitful nights rest. Her legs were sore and her feet throbbing, a reminder of her midnight endeavor. She yawned and cupped her chin in her hands, looking into the forest before her. It looked peaceful, leaving no trace and telling no tale of the moonlight happenings just hours before. She struggled to her feet, wincing as her knees popped and groaned in protest. She turned herself around so she could peer down to the scene below. It was hard to believe a 17 year-old could cause such a thing.
The entire cliff face had fallen, crushed into pebbles by the impact. It looked as if some giant monster had bitten a chunk of of the vcliff and spewed it out below. That giant monster had been her. Sheia. She shook her head at the thought that she could be a monster and remembered last night. She remembered there had been three hounds. She counted on her hand. One . . . two . . . three. That seemed appropriate. She counted again. One . . . two . . . three . . . That couldn't be right. There had been five men, where were the other two? She recounted. One . . . two . . . three . . . How could even ONE have survived the fall?! And the impact of the rocks falling on you . . . How is that pssible?! That couldn't be good. This means that some of these . . . 'men' . . . were not human. Or had a HUUGE amount of endurance. The latter worse than the former. All this could amount to was getting recaptured. She had no family, her being an orphan for as long as she can remember, so no one would miss her. But she couldn't bear to be tortured and starveds to death again. She barely survived three months of that.
She unconsciously brushed her hand across her neck, bting her lip in worry. She felt it's reassuring warmth flood through her, soothing her nerves. She took a deep breath and got to her feet, dusting off her jeans. She stretched languidly towards the sun. It felt good to be in the fresh air agin. The weather was perfect, the contrast between the cool breeze and the warm, summer sun felt good. The grass, wet with dew, felt good on her sore feet. She sighed and plopped back down on the grass, wriggling her toes in it. The clearing was still beautiful, even with half of it missing. The grassy meadow ended abruptly in a jagged line where the cliff was severed. Wild flowers and dandelions dotted the landscape with the occasional butterfly flitting out from the forest to land on a petal and sample the flowers' sweet nectar.
She looked behind her. The trees, tall and aromatic sequoias, reminded her of skyscrapers. Huge monoliths of the future, that semed to cause her to recall something from her past: Car tires screeching, people screaming in anguish and running, flashing red lights, a siren in the distance, the sky green and swirling angrily, multiple funnels touching down, the wind whipping around, debris flying . . . and a laugh. A feminine laugh of pure evil . . .
A bee droned past lazily, waing her from her daydream. Her eyes snapped back into focus and a frown lit upon her face. She was not sure of what she had experienced, possibly just a daydream. She shook her ehad and got up reluctantly, the grass felt good and she was tired. But she had to plan her next move. Those two men were still out there looking for her. It would only be a matter of time before they found her again if she didn't do something. She was going to need new clothes, food, and someplace to stay. She patted down her jeans, searching for some money. She found nothing and her shoulders sagged. A thought flashed across her mind that offered a ray of hope, if a small one surrounded by danger. They should have money in the lab, where she had just escaped from. The thought of going back to get it was daunting and she shivered. That was the last place she wanted to go. But money made the world go `round, and her world was at a standstill. She had no choice. She glanced down at her necklace, surprised to see it still pulsing with light and power. Its long dormancy had made it thirsty, so when she recharged it last night, it sucked every stream of power up, greedily. She wasn't completely defenseless, and that was reassuring. She had a weapon that could lash out with a single word, but it may not be enough. She turned around and started through the forest before she changed her mind.
-End Chapter-
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Sinobarre
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Sinobarre
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Posted: Wed May 16, 2007 @ 11:38pm
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Chapter 2
*Beep!! Beep!! Beeep!!*
The sheets shifted on the bed and emitted a groan of relutance. A tanned and muscled arm shot out and slapped at the noisome contraption on the dresser next to the bed. It finally found, and connected with, the merciful snooze button. The arm fell lip to the side of the bed and a resounding sigh was heard throughout the room. All was still again.
It was already pretty light out, with the tell-tale chirp of birds and motors running.It seemed to be your typical Friday morning in the neighborhood. But for Jarek, a junior at Memorial High School, it was the last day of school. The beginning of summer vacation.
He was your typical high school student. He was in a rock band, but they weren't very good seeing as they haven't met in months. They weren't really popular, but Jarek didn't mind. After all, the accordion wasn't really his forte. Like any other teenager, he had his own friends with their own style. He had a car, a 1995 Mustang, that he nicknamed, Sonny, out of affection. Yep. Just your typical teenager.
*Beep!! Beep!! Beeep!!*
The limp arm stiffened with the annoying intrusion and slammed a fist on the 'Off' button. The sheets shifted and two tanned legs shot out and he got to his feet, shaking off the sheets. Jarek looked at the display on his alarm clock. It read: 6:05. He never really got used to waking up at the crack of dawn to go to school. But then again, who ever really did? He swiped a hand lazily across his face and stretched. He cracked his back and neck and rubbed his bare stomach. He took a deep breath, as if resigning himself to his fate, and shuffled off to the bathroom. He ran the hot shwoer and got in, his shorts and boxers lying on the tiled floor of the bathroom. The hot water felt good running down his neck and back, and the change from the chilly morning air to the warmth of the water sent pleasant shivers down his back. He finished and his shower, and got dressed. He threw on some black board shorts and a wifebeater, saving his shirt for last in case some food decided to hitch a ride to school on his shirt.
He took the stairs down three steps at a time, landing on the bottom with all the grace of a 12 year old going through puberty.
"I thought I told you to be careful on those stairs, Jarek! I don't want to have to hug a man-shaped cast everyday!"
"Yeeess, mom. I know." He said, in dull monotone, accompanied by a roll of the eyes at the familiar warning. He walked the few short steps to the table and plopped himself in the chair closest to his beloved television. Those early morning cartoons were on. This one was with a group of multi-colored dragons, flying with a boy and a girl on their backs with an annoying theme song to boot. One of the dragon's had two heads. He changed the channel and the Dora the Explorer theme blared. He shut it off in disgust and turned his attention to his breakfast.
"Oatmeal?! Again?! This is like the . . .", he counted on his left hand, "fourth time this week!!" he whined. But nevertheless picked up a spoon and plowed into his mush.
"Heyy! You don't like it? I don't see you in the kitchen cooking a five star gourmet meal!!" Jarek's mom said, coming out of the kitchen with a wooden spoon pointing accusingly at him. Denise was in her late 30's. She was a single mom who juggled working in a well-known law firm and a symphonic cellist. She was of medium height with light brown hair that had the tell-tale peek-a-boo gray hairs of stress. She didn't bother with dyes to hide them. She was in good shape, too, working out at the gym for hours a week. She was the mom you're best friends would come over to see.
"I don't do anything in the kitchen, ma. You know that!" Jarek laughed with a mouthful of oatmeal.
"Yeah, I know. That's why I had to do the dishes after I had asked you fifty million times to do them." She went back into the kitchen, the teakettle demanding she do so.
"Sorry . . ." He sheepishly got up from the table and took his bowl to the sink, filling it with water.
"Oh my god! The world is ending! You entered the kitchen AND touched the sink! I've died and gone to heaven!" his mom said feigning surprise.
"Hardy har har. Veerrry funny!" He said, wiping his hadns off on his shorts and heading back up the stairs. He went into the bathroom and brushed his teeth. He slathered his light brown hair in gel, spiking it. The tips were blonde.
"I left you some money on your bed, love!"
"Mmmkay, mom!! Thanks!" He finshed his hair and washed his hands to rid them of the sticky gel. He went into his room and saw the crisp, $20 bill on his bed, unmade scooping it up and putting it in his wallet. He carefully put on a red polo-shirt, making sure not to mess up his still wet 'do. He took his leather jacket off of a hanger in his closet and threw that one, accompanied by a dash of cologne.
"Momm! Have you seen my keeys?!" He said, patting down his jacket and bed for them.
"They're where all the keys are in this house. On the hook!" She said. He took the stairs again, this time two at once. He went into the hallway and took his keyring off of the hook and looped them around his index finger.
"Thanks again mom!" He went into the kitchen to thank with a hug and a peck on the cheek. He was never too old to show his love for his mom.
"You be good today. I don't want a phone call about you jumping off the roof or something." She raised an eyebrow, and returned the hug.
"Yes, mommy." Jarek said in a mimick, making a childish face. He put on his sandals, and went out the door, locking it behind him. He unlocked his car and threw his checkered backpack in the passenger seat, starting the car. He switched gears and took the arking brake off. He was on his way to his last day of school for three, glorious months. This vacation would be one to die for. Literally.
-End Chapter 2-
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Posted: Thu May 03, 2007 @ 11:51pm
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Chapter 1
She's running, her feet are bloody and torn but she knws that if she stops, she'll be caught, tortured, and maybe be lucky enough to die. Her wrists were chafed from her struggle with her chains and shackles. The flesh on her back was scarred and bleeding from her captors' cruel whip. Her long, brown hair, now matted with blood, was flying out behind her with the wind. Her pale complexon seemed to glow in the moonlight, if it were not for the bruises and lacerations on her face. Her jeans, the same ones she had been in for about 3 days, were soaked and ripped with patches of blood, turned brown with the days. Her sweatshirt clung to her wet form. It wasn't ripped because she had picked it up on her way out of her prison. She was barefoot, she had no time to put shoes on before she fled. She wore a necklace, that she let no one touch. It was a crude stone of pure amber, set in silver, and attached to a leather thong. She touched it when she was nervous. It was a reassurance to her.
She stumbled, but regained her baloance and didn't fall. She cahnced a backwards glance. She could see their lanterns bobbing up and down in the distance, the glint of the cold steel of their swords in the moonlight. She could hear the dogs barking and gnashing a their teeth, the handlers shouting words and commands out. She turned her head away, just in time to duck under a low hanging branch. The swamp was full of them. The stench from the green water was just bearable. But up ahead, the trees thickened and the mush ended into a forest. If she could just push a little further, she would be able to fight back. She glanced at her necklace, it glowed softly. She smiled to herself, and pumped her legs and arms a little harder. She heard something whistle past her, she jerked out of the way and saw that someone was firing arrows at her. Another one was shot, this one grazed her arm, ripping the sleeve of hersweatshirt. She cried out, but didn't stop. Just a little farther, c'mon! You can do it! She thought to herself.
She pushed herself . . . and stumbled into the forest. Her charm was shining brightly now, casting a burnt ornage light around the trees. The ground beneath he feet thrummed with the life of the trees, the flora and the fauna native to the forest. She could feel them everywhere. She grinned and began to draw the essence and energy into her being. It swirled into her neckalce, and it began to throb with the all the power. She ran faster and faster. Up ahead she could sense a clearing, and beyond the clearing . . . nothing. The cliff had a 100 foot drop into the jagged rocks below. She really didn't want to, but she had to. She veered off to her left and shimmied up a tree. The men and dogs passed her and stumbled onto the clearing. They stopped, the dogs' heads bent low to the ground, snuffling for any scent of her. Some of the men ventured to the very edge of the cliff and peeked down, thinking she fell off. But she was still i the forest. She dropped down silently to the ground, the grass and ferns below muffling her feet. She drew the last of the energy in side her, and readied for her attack. She rubbed the necklace, gently, and focused the accumualted energies into her right hand. She took a deep breath and walked to the edge of the forest and into the clearing. She slammed her hand down with great force, channeling the power into the earth beneath her. She sent it far, far down into the cliff. The men and dogs turned around, the dogs strained at their leashes and the men laughed, thinking her foolish enough to come out of hiding so willingly. Nothing hapened at first, and they slowly advanced towards her. But then, a distant rumbling noise came from deep within the earth. It grew louder and louder, growing in strength and causing the cliff face to shake. The men grew anxious, casting worried glances at each toher. The dogs pranced back and forth on their back paws, whining and straining, AWAY from the girl. She pushed the rest of her energy into the ground before her knees buckled and collapsed.
The rumbling subsided, but the shaking doubled in strength. Only then did the men realize their error, but by then it was too late. They made leaping bounds towards the girl and the forest, but at the very spot where her hand was, a jagged crack formed and spread to either side of the cliff. It reached the end and the cliff face slowly began to tilt forward, away from the forest. It gained momentum and fell, crashing into nothingness, the mens screams echoing back up to her. She shivered at their ethereal cries, and curled into a tighter ball. She had escaped. She was free, for now. She turned to face the heavens, to gaze at the stars above her. She gave a great sigh, and slipped into unconsciousness. There, at the edge of a forest, the edge of a cliff, lay a girl, who could change the world.
-End Chapter 1-
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Sinobarre
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Sinobarre
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Posted: Fri Oct 20, 2006 @ 03:31am
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