Jay and Toni had to be careful, the forest was a dangerous place. Not only that, but the realm was unidentified by the Elders. All they knew was Ben was around here somewhere, they just needed to grab him and go... simple. However they could feel the evil presence around them. Jay continuosly starred at the trees.
"I don't trust them" Jays' expression appeared worried.
Toni turned back, "What the hell do you mean? You don't trust them? Your not supposed to trust trees man. Forest plantation isn't the sort of thing you ask to mind your flat or to book a holiday."
Jay gave Toni a stern look "You really think these trees are like the ones back home?"
Toni nodded with assurance "Of course, so they're a bit crooked."
Jay sighed "Alright, we'll go with your opinion for a little while. But I've got that feeling..."
Toni butted in "THAT feeling? Ooh no don't start that again. Last time you had THAT feeling it was after 7 pints and you were spewing in my sink."
Suddenly, the two heard a sound of a hedge rushling. The duo became subconciously alarmed. Toni turned his head to stare at Jay once more.
"Alright maybe we'll go with your instinct for a little bit."
Jay grinned.
As the two proceeded, one of the trees acted and turned to monitor there movements before shifting back to their stationary status.
Jay and Toni didn't notice this, and pushed on to find Ben.
Quote:
Originally Posted by Cooler's#1fan
~lame snippet~
|
...
Quote:
Originally Posted by Beautiful Illusion
I don't think this can be called a story, more the beginning of one - improvised it around a dream which never actually finished. xD .. and I don't think the flashback's appropriate to post here. >_>
Sacrifice:
Her pale hand slipped from his grasp, the otherwise snowy white walls coated with a more sinister and altogether more alarming shade of auburn, reds, oranges - those colours so often associated with wrath, and with flames. From behind them, a door slammed closed, the noise resounding through through both of their heads, those who had been screaming before them now trapped within the building, soon to be destroyed in inhuman ways, test subjects of the new terror that had taken over...some of the last remaining children of the world's last era.
"Harley, please...we're the only ones left..." Tears welled in her blue eyes as she looked at the male, only a few paces ahead of her. Neither of them could bear to stop going - they could not take that risk, not now. There was something almost cold within his eyes, his clothing ripped in various places, making him look like some modern-day warrior. His expression was difficult to read, halfway through pain and sympathy as he scanned his girlfriend's body - her clothes, too, were torn in places, her pale skin stained with blood.
"You think we should give up, Jen? Is that it?" At once, a gasp came to her lips, the female shaking her head violently as she ran to keep up with Harley. She placed her cold hand in his bloodied one, a doorway visible just ahead of them as they continued, barely able to breathe against the atmosphere in the building, knives against their chests.
"I...Harley...no...I..." Jen could not finish her sentence. She fell forwards slightly, eyelids falling into her blue eyes, barely able to focus...not quite unconscious, though hardly aware of her surroundings. Harley was half dragging her along the icy floor - her warm weight, however, was a welcome burden against his otherwise frozen body; it reminded him of times before, when she had been too tired to stand after pounding against the bathroom wall, usually during the many nights they had spent clubbing. A half-smirk crossed his concentrated lips as he thought back...a thrill ride, although when he compared the situation they were no now...only fear crossed him. There was quite a difference between getting caught in the bathroom of a club, and getting dragged away to the slaughter.
|
How long did it take to write, and was it planned or spontanious. I really like it!