(You would not belive how much this story change >.< its beginning to annoy me)
There is a war thats been waging. Between Gods and Titans. Century after century has passed as it has weaved its way through mortal wars. It started before the Trojan war. This war hasn't been finished, hasn't been beaten. It lays unannounced and untouched by mortal's hand.
Lightning struck in the heavy clouds that were full with rain. Each drop making its own puddle.
A war more bloody then the civil war approaching.
The girl's black hair swirled around her in the howling wind. She put the black helmet on and turned her back to the cliffs. The waves rasping at the bottom, shaking the ground, reminding her the power Poseidon possessed.
It may be easier to explain from the beginning
(no this is not a note from me. its part of the story. just thought id make that clear... I loves you VNV Nation! ^-^ my hands are so cold today ugh. -_-")
The streets below were burning. A teenager with golden-sand hair backed up. His vibrant blue eyes shone odly in thee firelight. His helm tucked under his left arm. He turned, heading for Zeus's palace. With each stride, his armor 'clank'ed on the stone ground.
He turned a corner and almost tripped over a small child. He blinked. He'd never seen her before, she wasn't a goddess. He was about to demand who she was, when she shot of.
He reached for her arm, his mind scrambled "Wha-WAIT!" the helmet fell and he went after her.
She jumped over railing, and landed on the landing below. She stumbled and toppled over, then stood and ran again. Apollo watched her, eyes wide. He turned abruptly and headed towards Zeus's palace again.
He threw open the doors and entered. "Father."
Zeus was staring at maps. "Hmm?"
Apollo walked towards him "I think i found a spy."
That made him freeze and turn to face him. "Who?"
"This...girl." He was deep in thought and made an esimate of how tall she was with his hands. "She...uh..."
Zeus lost intrest. "Find your uncle." He turned back to the maps.
"B-" He sighed. "Yes father." He bowed, turned, and left. Heading towards the throne room. He opened the doors, the hearth had black flames in it. The girl was sitting next to it.
Apollo silently moved behind the nearest throne, peeking around the corner and watching her.
"Apollo," Poseidon's voice whispered close by. He looked up and noticed him sitting behind the next throne. 'Who is she?' he mouthed.
Apollo shrugged.
'Why does she have you helmet?'
His eyes widened, he looked again and noticed his helmet next to her, he stood slowly.
"Don't," He hissed.
Apollo didn't listen. He walked over to the girl. "Who are you?"
She looked up at him.
He stared down, not sure what his face looked like. He noticed the gold eyes and hissed. Kronos must be controling her he thought. "Who. Are. You?" He repeated.
She stood and held the helm out to him.
He didn't attemt to take it.
"Σας πέσει αυτό"
He blinked, "You know greek?"
nod.
"Can you spell your name?"
"Μπορώ μόνο να πω αυτό. έχει:Phearia."
He blinked. "Phearia?"
She nodded.
Saturday, June 12, 2010
Wednesday, May 5, 2010
Sleepy............
The sky was under a dark vail of clouds. Whrn lightning cracked, the sky turned a dark shade of blue.
A girl stood alone under the sky, thinking silently to herself.
A girl stood alone under the sky, thinking silently to herself.
There and Gone in 3 1/2 weeks (Akapello!!!!!)
Akapello stood, looking at the light blue, glass,mask in the palm of his hand. He was locked up in his door with his brother.
Zaviea was sitting on the window seat, watching the rain pour from the sky.
Akapello sighed and set the mask down. He stared at the floor, thinking hard.
Zaviea looked over his shoulder. "You okay?"
"Yeah... It's just-"
"We're so friggin old nothing appeals to us any more?"
"Exactly." He picked the mask up again and turned it over in his hands.
"You miss her don't you?"
"Yeah, i do."
(The mask belonged to a girl he met in the 1800's. She gave it to him, and disappeared).
"I'm declaring lights out," Zaviea said, standing and going to the light switch.
Akapello set the mask down on the desk.
"Rest well. We have week long prom tomorrow."
"I know." He layed down on his bed, staring up at the ceiling.
The lights flickered off and it was silent. Akapello stayed up for hours after the lights were off. He heard Zaviea's slow, even breath. After a few more minutes, he was asleep too.
Monday October 20th 2008
"...pello," a voice called, shaking his shoulder. "Time to get up."
Akapello groaned, and rolled over, face against the pillows.
"C'mon, get up."
"NO!"
Akapello was suddenly on the floor looking up at the ceiling. Zaviea was sitting on him. "We're going to be late for breakfast."
He blinked. "Food?"
"Yes Akapello, we can go get food."
"Why didn't you say so?" he jumped up and headed for the door.
Zaviea shook his head. "I say anything about family and money, nothing. But if i mention food..."
He pulled a shirt on. "You comin'?"
"You're in pajamas."
"Do I care?"
"I guess not. Girls swoon over you no matter what you do. Exactly."
He smiled. "Exactly!" He left the room.
"..." He face palmed. "Akapello."
"Good morning Akapello," a chours of girls said as he walked by.
"Hello ladies," He replied.
Zaviea caught up. "Akap-"
"Not now za-"
He grabbed Akapello and made him look at a girl with dark brown hair.
Akapello blinked. "Who-?"
"Her name's Sora." He let go and Akapello fell over, then propped himself up on his elbows and tilted his head to a side. "She cute."
Zaviea groaned. "No, dude, c'mon."
"But it's true."
"Please don't mess with the poor girl. Please?"
Zaviea was sitting on the window seat, watching the rain pour from the sky.
Akapello sighed and set the mask down. He stared at the floor, thinking hard.
Zaviea looked over his shoulder. "You okay?"
"Yeah... It's just-"
"We're so friggin old nothing appeals to us any more?"
"Exactly." He picked the mask up again and turned it over in his hands.
"You miss her don't you?"
"Yeah, i do."
(The mask belonged to a girl he met in the 1800's. She gave it to him, and disappeared).
"I'm declaring lights out," Zaviea said, standing and going to the light switch.
Akapello set the mask down on the desk.
"Rest well. We have week long prom tomorrow."
"I know." He layed down on his bed, staring up at the ceiling.
The lights flickered off and it was silent. Akapello stayed up for hours after the lights were off. He heard Zaviea's slow, even breath. After a few more minutes, he was asleep too.
Monday October 20th 2008
"...pello," a voice called, shaking his shoulder. "Time to get up."
Akapello groaned, and rolled over, face against the pillows.
"C'mon, get up."
"NO!"
Akapello was suddenly on the floor looking up at the ceiling. Zaviea was sitting on him. "We're going to be late for breakfast."
He blinked. "Food?"
"Yes Akapello, we can go get food."
"Why didn't you say so?" he jumped up and headed for the door.
Zaviea shook his head. "I say anything about family and money, nothing. But if i mention food..."
He pulled a shirt on. "You comin'?"
"You're in pajamas."
"Do I care?"
"I guess not. Girls swoon over you no matter what you do. Exactly."
He smiled. "Exactly!" He left the room.
"..." He face palmed. "Akapello."
"Good morning Akapello," a chours of girls said as he walked by.
"Hello ladies," He replied.
Zaviea caught up. "Akap-"
"Not now za-"
He grabbed Akapello and made him look at a girl with dark brown hair.
Akapello blinked. "Who-?"
"Her name's Sora." He let go and Akapello fell over, then propped himself up on his elbows and tilted his head to a side. "She cute."
Zaviea groaned. "No, dude, c'mon."
"But it's true."
"Please don't mess with the poor girl. Please?"
Tuesday, May 4, 2010
Random
Music filled the air. She walked down a broken and empty street, Lighht with only one light at midnight.
Quinn Johnson (My Vamp. hunter)
(Not going off of notebooks. Hope it doesn't suck like most of my rough drafts) ;)
Book one:
Victim is also known as prey.
The girl ran fast, breath slow and rigid. Her shoes slapped against the soaked moss on the forest floor.
The red-eyed demon (he calls them demons ^-^) jumped tree to tree, confusing her.
(Sorry Lauren. Quinns not yours in this story... YOU'RE FREE!!! ~Luke)
Book one:
Victim is also known as prey.
The girl ran fast, breath slow and rigid. Her shoes slapped against the soaked moss on the forest floor.
The red-eyed demon (he calls them demons ^-^) jumped tree to tree, confusing her.
(Sorry Lauren. Quinns not yours in this story... YOU'RE FREE!!! ~Luke)
Monday, May 3, 2010
CAUTION: This requires thinking.
Have you ever thought about how the world turns round?
or why theres shadows on the ground?
Have you ever sang a song out of tune,
only to find it sounds good?
Have you ever seen rain fall to the Earth,
but could never under stood why?
Have you seen a little creature scurry so fast you only saw its flash?
Or a comet flying across the sky at night?
(lost train of thought. Brother disterbing me. Neh.)
or why theres shadows on the ground?
Have you ever sang a song out of tune,
only to find it sounds good?
Have you ever seen rain fall to the Earth,
but could never under stood why?
Have you seen a little creature scurry so fast you only saw its flash?
Or a comet flying across the sky at night?
(lost train of thought. Brother disterbing me. Neh.)
Saturday, April 10, 2010
Listen to 'Rooftops' by Losst Prophets while reading.
She walked down the street, her brown hair was almost blond in the sun. The chocolate ice cream melted as she ate it, walking towards a building. Clouds suddenly drifted in, she stopped to look up at them. The weather man hadn't predicted this. She continued staring, a drop slid off her hand to the ground. The sky suddenly opened up in the middle and music filled the air. She blinked, moving hair away from her hazel eyes that were now turning silver. She licked the ice cream one more time, still staring, some how she sensed dajvu. Why is this so familiar? She asked herself. It doesn't make any sense.She licked it again. Hmm... I wonder why its like a far off memory. Or a far off memory like a scattered dream.
"Do you remember?" A voice asked.
She blinked "Hmm?" She turned, no one was there. She looked back, where the sun light came through to the ground.She saw a figure standing there, he stared at her, waiting.
The ice cream dropped from her hand and she ran towards him. Her heart raced, she knew him, but how? She could have sworn shed never seen this man before. Right as she was about to reach him, he vanished. She skidded to a halt, looking around frantically. "Hello? Where are you?"
No reply.
"PLEASE COME BACK!!!!!" She cried out. "Please? You have to." She dropped to her knees. "You have to." She wrapped her arms around herself. She wiped her eyes and looked up.the storm clouds closed again and it began to rain. She stared at the sky. Then stood and ran towards the building. she took the stairs inside by two. I know you. How do i know you? she asked the man in her head. why did you run from me?
"I had to," His voice appeared in her ear, it was like thick dark chocolate.
"Explain!" She screamed. A kid on one of the landing stared at her. She was holding a bunny.
She pushed past the girl and kicked open the door to the top of the building.
"Why are you here?" He asked, he was standing near the edge of the roof.
"Who are you? Why are you important to me?"
He stared. "I'm not important." He faced away, looking down over the city.
She stepped closer. "Then at least tell me your name." Her leg warmers felt over heated to her.
Instead of answearing, turned and jumped over the side of the building.
Her eyes widened and she lurched forward. He was floating a few stories below, air blew up around her and seemed to drag her over the ledge. For some reason she wasn't afraid. She closed her eyes and let herself fall. Somehow knowing nothing was going to happen.
The world seemed to twist and turn for a moment, Then she was standing upright on grass in a huge feild. Thunder and lightning cracked in the dark clouds above.It poured rain. She stood straight and looked at the man. "where are we?"
A slight smile played on the corners of his lips. "You don't remember now do you?"
she stared, confused. "Thats okay. You wont have to remember anything again." He put a hand on her head.
She cried out a pain exploded through her skull.
"Do you remember?" A voice asked.
She blinked "Hmm?" She turned, no one was there. She looked back, where the sun light came through to the ground.She saw a figure standing there, he stared at her, waiting.
The ice cream dropped from her hand and she ran towards him. Her heart raced, she knew him, but how? She could have sworn shed never seen this man before. Right as she was about to reach him, he vanished. She skidded to a halt, looking around frantically. "Hello? Where are you?"
No reply.
"PLEASE COME BACK!!!!!" She cried out. "Please? You have to." She dropped to her knees. "You have to." She wrapped her arms around herself. She wiped her eyes and looked up.the storm clouds closed again and it began to rain. She stared at the sky. Then stood and ran towards the building. she took the stairs inside by two. I know you. How do i know you? she asked the man in her head. why did you run from me?
"I had to," His voice appeared in her ear, it was like thick dark chocolate.
"Explain!" She screamed. A kid on one of the landing stared at her. She was holding a bunny.
She pushed past the girl and kicked open the door to the top of the building.
"Why are you here?" He asked, he was standing near the edge of the roof.
"Who are you? Why are you important to me?"
He stared. "I'm not important." He faced away, looking down over the city.
She stepped closer. "Then at least tell me your name." Her leg warmers felt over heated to her.
Instead of answearing, turned and jumped over the side of the building.
Her eyes widened and she lurched forward. He was floating a few stories below, air blew up around her and seemed to drag her over the ledge. For some reason she wasn't afraid. She closed her eyes and let herself fall. Somehow knowing nothing was going to happen.
The world seemed to twist and turn for a moment, Then she was standing upright on grass in a huge feild. Thunder and lightning cracked in the dark clouds above.It poured rain. She stood straight and looked at the man. "where are we?"
A slight smile played on the corners of his lips. "You don't remember now do you?"
she stared, confused. "Thats okay. You wont have to remember anything again." He put a hand on her head.
She cried out a pain exploded through her skull.
Ladon in his former evil glory
Okay! Roof tops by the lost prophets is AMAZING!!! My favorite song ever right now.
okay. onto story.
The darkest hour of the day begins when the brightest candle finally dies.
Ladon was sitting out side of a cafe, his feet were up on the table and his arms where behind his head. He watched a car go by, noticing a girl he use to know in the backseat.
He looked away as the car burst into flames. Then he stood, took the coat off the back of his chair, and put it on in one fluid motion. He walked away as sirens came up the street.
He walked to an old, run down, abandoned house. He walked around a side, broke a window, and entered. A girl was curled into a corner, chains around her and the burns on her bare back highly noticeable. He had the simple thought of adding another but thought better of it and climbed the cob web covered stairs.
he walked through the second floor, over to a window and climbed onto the rooftop as sunset approached. He watched as the dark red began to fade, knowing he use to create this scene. You see, Ladon use to live on the sun, he had been to thirteen different planets, not including earth.
He sat, watching. He sighed under his breath. There was so full of energy, activity. Here most of the people are lazy and do nothing. I'm lucky if i hear a single gunshot.
okay. onto story.
The darkest hour of the day begins when the brightest candle finally dies.
Ladon was sitting out side of a cafe, his feet were up on the table and his arms where behind his head. He watched a car go by, noticing a girl he use to know in the backseat.
He looked away as the car burst into flames. Then he stood, took the coat off the back of his chair, and put it on in one fluid motion. He walked away as sirens came up the street.
He walked to an old, run down, abandoned house. He walked around a side, broke a window, and entered. A girl was curled into a corner, chains around her and the burns on her bare back highly noticeable. He had the simple thought of adding another but thought better of it and climbed the cob web covered stairs.
he walked through the second floor, over to a window and climbed onto the rooftop as sunset approached. He watched as the dark red began to fade, knowing he use to create this scene. You see, Ladon use to live on the sun, he had been to thirteen different planets, not including earth.
He sat, watching. He sighed under his breath. There was so full of energy, activity. Here most of the people are lazy and do nothing. I'm lucky if i hear a single gunshot.
Charecters:
Phearia (Titan. higher force council I)
Wes (human.Higher force council II. number five of 'the twelve brothers')
Ladon (ex-demon. higher force council III. Number two of 'the twelve brothers')
Sprusner (human. higher force council IV. Number four of 'the twelve brothers')
Patreous. (Immortal. higher force council V. Number one of 'the twelve brothers')
Tincheki (... higher force council VI. number six of 'the twelve brothers')
Oknid (Annoying. higher force member VII. Number seven of 'the twelve brothers')
Veelei (Mortal. higher force member VIII. Number eight of 'the twelve brothers')
NoneKo (elven boy. higher force member IX. number nine of 'the twelve brothers')
Aklagh (... higher force member X. number ten of 'the twelve brothers')
Sayter (... higher force member XI. number three of 'the twelve brothers')
Tnteaterpanel (human. higher force council XII. number 11 of 'the twelve brothers')
Ekim (... higher force council XIII. number twelve of 'the twelve brothers')
Jinx (shape shifter. Higher force member)
Skell (Elven boy. higher force member)
Marcus (... Higher force member. has personality of Axel an d Kish)
Skillet (obnoxious human boy that shares a mind and soul with Phaeria)
Loki (higher force member. has a temper. his mother is human.)
August (1/4 demon)
Quinn (Vampyre hunter, who is also a vampyre)
Luke (Quinn's twin and a Vampire)
Annabella (New Vampire species)
Konin (Old Vampire species)
Kiryu (old Vampire species)
Nina (old Vampire species)
Mariah (Mar-a. old vampire species)
Skeal (human. controls weather)
Arachnid (Vampyre)
Ash (Vampire)
Alexis (Vamire)
Ally (Vampyre)
Alissa (Vampyre)
Annabeth (Vampyre)
Akapello (Elven boy)
Sora (Eeeeena, as akapello likes to call her. Elven girl)
Zavia (Elven boy Akapello's brother)
Namine (Elven girl)
Jake (Werewolve)
James (Moon Child)
WolfsBane (Moon Child)
Roxas (Werewolve)
Sterling (Werewolve)
Alexander (Hybrid)
Deadly Demon Jaws (Dragon.Belongs to Phearia)
Shelli (New vampire species)
Eathen (New vampire species)
Missie (new vampire species)
Madye (Walks through objects)
Jake (Turns invisible)
Emma (Reverses time)
Embry (Speeds time up)
Lilly (Demon)
Jasper (Guardian Angel)
Cole (Human, is a girl)
Naya (Neko)
Twila (Lugaroo)
Seleena (Lugaroo)
Roach (Lugaroo)
Zhoe (Demon)
Ian (vampyre/ Sorcerer)
Simon (Sorcerer)
Kelsey (Vampire/ sorcerer)
Willow (Decider)
Elizabeth (Protector/ seer)
Drake (Human)
RipJaw (higher force member)
Lillith (higher force member)
Leaf (Spell caster)
Parlei (human)
Avatar (human)
Lezly (human)
Vlesh (Vampyre)
Viktor (Vampyre)
Vladimir (vampire)
Valdemar (vampire)
Vida (vampire)
Kira (Human/ vapire)
Evea (higher force member. carriers a stuffed bunny)
Wes (human.Higher force council II. number five of 'the twelve brothers')
Ladon (ex-demon. higher force council III. Number two of 'the twelve brothers')
Sprusner (human. higher force council IV. Number four of 'the twelve brothers')
Patreous. (Immortal. higher force council V. Number one of 'the twelve brothers')
Tincheki (... higher force council VI. number six of 'the twelve brothers')
Oknid (Annoying. higher force member VII. Number seven of 'the twelve brothers')
Veelei (Mortal. higher force member VIII. Number eight of 'the twelve brothers')
NoneKo (elven boy. higher force member IX. number nine of 'the twelve brothers')
Aklagh (... higher force member X. number ten of 'the twelve brothers')
Sayter (... higher force member XI. number three of 'the twelve brothers')
Tnteaterpanel (human. higher force council XII. number 11 of 'the twelve brothers')
Ekim (... higher force council XIII. number twelve of 'the twelve brothers')
Jinx (shape shifter. Higher force member)
Skell (Elven boy. higher force member)
Marcus (... Higher force member. has personality of Axel an d Kish)
Skillet (obnoxious human boy that shares a mind and soul with Phaeria)
Loki (higher force member. has a temper. his mother is human.)
August (1/4 demon)
Quinn (Vampyre hunter, who is also a vampyre)
Luke (Quinn's twin and a Vampire)
Annabella (New Vampire species)
Konin (Old Vampire species)
Kiryu (old Vampire species)
Nina (old Vampire species)
Mariah (Mar-a. old vampire species)
Skeal (human. controls weather)
Arachnid (Vampyre)
Ash (Vampire)
Alexis (Vamire)
Ally (Vampyre)
Alissa (Vampyre)
Annabeth (Vampyre)
Akapello (Elven boy)
Sora (Eeeeena, as akapello likes to call her. Elven girl)
Zavia (Elven boy Akapello's brother)
Namine (Elven girl)
Jake (Werewolve)
James (Moon Child)
WolfsBane (Moon Child)
Roxas (Werewolve)
Sterling (Werewolve)
Alexander (Hybrid)
Deadly Demon Jaws (Dragon.Belongs to Phearia)
Shelli (New vampire species)
Eathen (New vampire species)
Missie (new vampire species)
Madye (Walks through objects)
Jake (Turns invisible)
Emma (Reverses time)
Embry (Speeds time up)
Lilly (Demon)
Jasper (Guardian Angel)
Cole (Human, is a girl)
Naya (Neko)
Twila (Lugaroo)
Seleena (Lugaroo)
Roach (Lugaroo)
Zhoe (Demon)
Ian (vampyre/ Sorcerer)
Simon (Sorcerer)
Kelsey (Vampire/ sorcerer)
Willow (Decider)
Elizabeth (Protector/ seer)
Drake (Human)
RipJaw (higher force member)
Lillith (higher force member)
Leaf (Spell caster)
Parlei (human)
Avatar (human)
Lezly (human)
Vlesh (Vampyre)
Viktor (Vampyre)
Vladimir (vampire)
Valdemar (vampire)
Vida (vampire)
Kira (Human/ vapire)
Evea (higher force member. carriers a stuffed bunny)
Patreous
I'm completely bored and playing kingdom hearts. So I'm gonna start a new random story that probably wont make sense. ^.^ (trust me. I'm a ninja)
His feet hung over the ledge. His black hair ruffled in the wind. He hummed Merrily while eating a ripe red apple. He stared down at the water below. Then set the apple down, and jumped. There was a Brigit white light as he turned into a flare. He followed the music coming from the sky...
When he opened his eyes again, he was standing in a white, circular throne room. He noticed the chair marked V in roman numerals. He walked towards it, wondering why it looked so familiar. He froze abruptly when he felt a cool wind on the back of his neck.He looked up, seeing a pale blue sky.
"Patreous," a high breezy voice whispered in his ear.
His spun abruptly. No one. He stared at the empty space. I... don't know. Who am I? he wondered silently. He pulled out a leather coral necklace from his pocket. "where am i?" he wondered aloud. "Why can't i remember?" His blue/gold eyes stared at his hand. He closed his eyes again, thinking hard.
"Look..."
"...You came back..."
"...I thought you wanted to stay human..."
"...to stay with HER..."
"The girl who changed you..."
"...Made you blind..."
"Made you weak."
His eyes opened he caught sight of a teenager standing near by. He had dark reddish-brown hair and pale green eyes. "Do I know you?"
"You use to."
"...Not anymore..."
"...You have been lost..."
"Blinded." his mouth had only moved for the first words. The rest seemed to bonce back, Like a echo that could speak on its own, choosing its words.
He stared. "Whats your name?"
"Marcus."
That name... why is it familiar? His eyes widened as a memory came back. Marcus was standing across from him, Knives in between knuckles. His lips moved, but he couldn't make out what he was saying. He noticed a girl on the ground by his feet. She had black hair and was obviously unconscious. He gritted his teeth and yelled something. All he could hear was a slight hum from the echo it must have produced.
"Do you remember yet?" Marcus asked as he doubled over. "You were number five on the e council." he nodded towards the chair. "Number five of the twelve brothers as well."
"Leave me alone," he moaned, feeling sick.
"How can I? You're one of US. Not THEM!"
"Theres nothing wrong with humans."
A dark laugh rang around. "Is that so?" The voice didn't belong to Marcus. This voice was dark, evil. Another teen with dark brown curl hair and gold eyes appeared. Forming from the wind.
"Sayter," He heard himself growl.
"Ah... You do remember us." Sayter walked around him. "But not your own name."
"Not the name you call me."
"But we call you by your true name. the one you had before you died on Ashitah."
He blinked. "Wha- no. You're not distracting me! go away!" A Scythe appeared in his hands. "You'll never distract me again."
Another memory came to him. Clear steps winding up to a platform a hundred feet up. At the top Sayter stood with black gloves with spikes on them. His arms were crossed over his chest and the same girl with black hair was kneeling by his feet. Blood dripping out of her pours. She was awake... and in pain.
He felt his legs move forward as he ran towards the stairs, which had rearranged themselves twice. The chains on his cloths make an odd jiggle sound. He jumped from stair to stair quickly and silently. On the thirteenth stair, it shattered under him. He descended towards the earth. He turned himself to the wind and bone wings extended from his back. He moved once again and shot up. The bones clicked together, holding his weight. He landed on the platform and stood straight. His lips moved again, but no words. A laugh to reply, Sayter looked back at him, smiling evilly. He touched the girl and the scenery changed. They were standing on ice. Snow fell around them. He shivered.
Sayter's lips moved, slow enough to read. 'You're a fool.'
"This is foolish brother." His own voice rang out, the sound coming. "You need to stop this insanity."
"'Insanity'?!" He laughed. "Only you would see this as insanity. The rest of us find it as... meirly taking care of things."
"You're only starting amongst yourselves."
"Explain how i could possibly be creating a war."
He sighed. His scythe appearing in his hands. "I'm sorry brother." He lunged forward and the blade piercing his chest.
Sayter doubled over, eyes wide...
He dropped the scythe and stepped back, clutching his head and groaning.
Sayter sneered. "I still have a scar from that."
Patreous squeezed his eyes tight. "I don't know you. I don't know you..." He repeated over and over.
"You can't pull that off.You know you do. You remember us. Who else do you remember?"
"...don't know you.."
"Leave him, Sayter. He obviously wants to be left alone," Marcus said.
Sayter leaned down to his ear. "Your name is Patreous. Always has. Always will." The two vanished.
His feet hung over the ledge. His black hair ruffled in the wind. He hummed Merrily while eating a ripe red apple. He stared down at the water below. Then set the apple down, and jumped. There was a Brigit white light as he turned into a flare. He followed the music coming from the sky...
When he opened his eyes again, he was standing in a white, circular throne room. He noticed the chair marked V in roman numerals. He walked towards it, wondering why it looked so familiar. He froze abruptly when he felt a cool wind on the back of his neck.He looked up, seeing a pale blue sky.
"Patreous," a high breezy voice whispered in his ear.
His spun abruptly. No one. He stared at the empty space. I... don't know. Who am I? he wondered silently. He pulled out a leather coral necklace from his pocket. "where am i?" he wondered aloud. "Why can't i remember?" His blue/gold eyes stared at his hand. He closed his eyes again, thinking hard.
"Look..."
"...You came back..."
"...I thought you wanted to stay human..."
"...to stay with HER..."
"The girl who changed you..."
"...Made you blind..."
"Made you weak."
His eyes opened he caught sight of a teenager standing near by. He had dark reddish-brown hair and pale green eyes. "Do I know you?"
"You use to."
"...Not anymore..."
"...You have been lost..."
"Blinded." his mouth had only moved for the first words. The rest seemed to bonce back, Like a echo that could speak on its own, choosing its words.
He stared. "Whats your name?"
"Marcus."
That name... why is it familiar? His eyes widened as a memory came back. Marcus was standing across from him, Knives in between knuckles. His lips moved, but he couldn't make out what he was saying. He noticed a girl on the ground by his feet. She had black hair and was obviously unconscious. He gritted his teeth and yelled something. All he could hear was a slight hum from the echo it must have produced.
"Do you remember yet?" Marcus asked as he doubled over. "You were number five on the e council." he nodded towards the chair. "Number five of the twelve brothers as well."
"Leave me alone," he moaned, feeling sick.
"How can I? You're one of US. Not THEM!"
"Theres nothing wrong with humans."
A dark laugh rang around. "Is that so?" The voice didn't belong to Marcus. This voice was dark, evil. Another teen with dark brown curl hair and gold eyes appeared. Forming from the wind.
"Sayter," He heard himself growl.
"Ah... You do remember us." Sayter walked around him. "But not your own name."
"Not the name you call me."
"But we call you by your true name. the one you had before you died on Ashitah."
He blinked. "Wha- no. You're not distracting me! go away!" A Scythe appeared in his hands. "You'll never distract me again."
Another memory came to him. Clear steps winding up to a platform a hundred feet up. At the top Sayter stood with black gloves with spikes on them. His arms were crossed over his chest and the same girl with black hair was kneeling by his feet. Blood dripping out of her pours. She was awake... and in pain.
He felt his legs move forward as he ran towards the stairs, which had rearranged themselves twice. The chains on his cloths make an odd jiggle sound. He jumped from stair to stair quickly and silently. On the thirteenth stair, it shattered under him. He descended towards the earth. He turned himself to the wind and bone wings extended from his back. He moved once again and shot up. The bones clicked together, holding his weight. He landed on the platform and stood straight. His lips moved again, but no words. A laugh to reply, Sayter looked back at him, smiling evilly. He touched the girl and the scenery changed. They were standing on ice. Snow fell around them. He shivered.
Sayter's lips moved, slow enough to read. 'You're a fool.'
"This is foolish brother." His own voice rang out, the sound coming. "You need to stop this insanity."
"'Insanity'?!" He laughed. "Only you would see this as insanity. The rest of us find it as... meirly taking care of things."
"You're only starting amongst yourselves."
"Explain how i could possibly be creating a war."
He sighed. His scythe appearing in his hands. "I'm sorry brother." He lunged forward and the blade piercing his chest.
Sayter doubled over, eyes wide...
He dropped the scythe and stepped back, clutching his head and groaning.
Sayter sneered. "I still have a scar from that."
Patreous squeezed his eyes tight. "I don't know you. I don't know you..." He repeated over and over.
"You can't pull that off.You know you do. You remember us. Who else do you remember?"
"...don't know you.."
"Leave him, Sayter. He obviously wants to be left alone," Marcus said.
Sayter leaned down to his ear. "Your name is Patreous. Always has. Always will." The two vanished.
FALCON'S EYE
The experiment began before I was born.
Children taken by the government and added to in harmful, dangerous ways. Patients stripped of their names, replacing their identities with bar codes and I.D. numbers. Tattooed on the backs of their neck. Hidden from public until the government decides to announce their existence.
Some are volunteers, simply wondering what they could become. Others parents gave away. Not wanting or couldn’t afford another child. Sometimes parents would pay to have their children operated on, mostly to enhance knowledge or strength, nothing life threatening like the children from poverty.
I, however, was none of these.
(Journal entry One)
August sat in a desk on the first row of the classroom, right in front of the teacher’s desk. Being of average intelligence and sleeping in class had earned him this spot.
He yawned in boredom as the teacher went on about aquaculture in different parts of the world. Having already read this chapter, Augusts’ head drifted a few inches towards his desk. His dark eyes remaining more shut then open, brown hair falling in front of his face. There were a few moments of darkness, followed by a loud
SLAP!!!
A stinging sensation ran through his hand and he snapped back, chair tipping over with a crash as he stared at the ceiling until the teacher came into view. “Mr. Ookasami!” She said in an annoyed tone. “That is the third time today. Must I call your father again?” She demanded.
He sighed deeply. “No Ma’am.” He got up off the floor and pulled the chair up. He turned to place the chair back under the desk, only to notice the teacher standing in the way. This, for some reason, bothered him.
“May I please sit down Ms. Hullskir?” He asked with slight annoyance.
“Excuse me?” She asked, hearing the tone he had used. “You will respect your superior and educator.”
August’s knuckles turned white as he gripped the chair. He didn’t respond and now the entire class was watching the two.
“Try again, Mr. Ookasami.”
August smiled darkly on the inside. Don’t let it show just yet… he thought to himself. He forced himself to relax and looked at her with apologetic eyes. The teacher noticed the change and seemed relived.
Now.
“I will respect you when you have earned it, Melissa Hullskir. I may have skipped two grades, but I am no child. You cannot demand respect from those you have none for,” He said calmly, collecting his textbook and binder, placing the pencil behind his ear as he stood patiently for the teacher to react.
The class gaped. Speaking to a teacher this way was unheard of.
Ms. Hullskir was beginning to get over her shock. “Y-Young Man!”
“I will not except that tone of voice because you do not except it from me. Have a nice day.” He turned and headed towards the door as the final bell rang.
He stepped outside the doors of the school building, inhaling the scent of the sweet summer’s air.
One more week. One more week of school and I’m free from freshman year.
August silently cursed himself for being thirteen and smart enough to skip third and seventh grade. He was the youngest in all classes. Even the youngest to enter the high school he went to.
He walked towards the back packing lot. The way he always went on Friday’s to pick his younger sister up from her middle school. He froze suddenly, for there was something that wasn’t apart of the usual routine.
A small and sleek black car was parked side ways with its doors opened, taking up two parking spaces. The purple and yellow lights flashing, meaning only one thing…
August spun around to see a tall man in a suit standing over him. His ponytail was long and almost reached August. The man slipped his thick sunglasses off and leaned over August. The ponytail brushing his cheek as emerald eyes bore into his.
“Now, now,” The man said quietly. Cleaning the glasses with the bottom of the suit jacket. “Why are you way over here, and everyone else is way over there? You weren’t cutting, were you?”
“N-no, sir,” August stuttered. “I left when the bell rang. Sir.”
He bent down more, forcing August to move back as he glared. “What’s your name?” He demanded.
“August Lea Ookasami, sir.”
The man’s eyes widened in a mix of surprise and shock “O-oh. My apologies. Carry on.” He slipped the glasses back on and stepped around August as the other Guardian escorted two kids from the grounds and into the car.
A crowed gathered and watched as they drove away.
‘Guardians’ such a terrible name for those who bring you here, to be used as human guinea pigs. Caged, told we’re free. All lies. We were forced fully taken, worked upon. No one really cares for us. All they want is to achieve their super human. The one that will bring the down fall of the world and led by our single government.
We are all birds in a cage with thorns in our sides. There is no room to fly with the heavy branches filling our living space. Nowhere to spread our wings and escape from the torture.
(Journal Entry Three)
“Those are the fifth and sixth kids this month,” One student murmured as they walked past August.
“They’ve taken seven from the other schools. What do they do with all those kids?”
The first student shrugged. “Who cares? As long as it’s not us. Right Gabe?”
Gabe, short for Gabriel, had almost been put in one of those cars over a month ago, before his older cousin had volunteered to take his place. They had never heard from him since. “Yeah. I guess,” He mumbled quietly.
August watched them pass, then sighed and headed for the middle school that his younger sister attended.
Leaf skipped along the sidewalk next to August, golden brown hair billowing around her elegant face in the wind. They headed for the large house on an abandoned street they always went to on the weekends. The street was abandoned because of the rumors: Children being taken and turned into monstrous things by the government. Their father, being a scientist who works for the government, had been the reason they left. No one wanted to loose his or her child to the next-door neighbor.
Leaf stopped, lime green sneakers screeching against the pavement as she came to an abrupt halt and looked up at the lights from their house. “Why aren’t mom and dad still married?” She asked August, turning to him.
“I guess they fell out of love,” He replied sourly.
She jogged forward to catch up to him, then slipped her arm through his and made a happy noise. “If you ever get married, you better not fall out of love,” she warned.
He made a gagging noise. “Girls have cooties,” he said teasingly, breaking from her grip and darting towards the house. Leaf followed, giggling with amusement.
August ran into the house, kicked his shoes off, dropped his backpack onto the floor and sprinted for the stairs.
A tall man in a lab coat caught him and lifted him up easily. “Hello mini man,” Mr. Ookasami told August. “Where’s Leaf?”
On cue, Leaf burst through the door panting, she doubled over, holding her knees while trying to catch here breath. The man set August down and went to her, short black hair ruffling as he passed the air conditioner. “Leaf, I told you not to play tag with August.”
“We… weren’t playing… tag,” She panted. “I was ch… chasing him… with my cooties.”
His dark eyebrow arched high. “Oh really?” He turned to August who was now sitting on a step. He waved innocently to his father whose lips turned into a line as he went into thought. “You two go upstairs and change, we’re having guests for dinner.”
August felt a ball of rage rise in his chest. “You mean the guardians?” he hissed venomously. They were the only people who ever came over to dinner and always threatened to take one of the kids with them, then never did, but it began to enrage August. The constant fear his father lived under because of them.
“August please,” His father whispered, sadness in his voice. “Just go.”
He clenched his fists tightly and stormed up the stairs with gritted teeth. He slammed the door to his room shut and tore down the poster closest to him, which so happened to be of Tron Legacy. His hands reached for the next thing, a drawing he did of a falcon. He tore it into pieces with swift hand movements.
He breathed heavily, hands twitching for more, more destruction. He reached out blindly, ripping down more: Kingdom hearts, Halo, Assassins Creed, Harry Potter, X-men, Tarantula Nebula, Red Jumpsuit Apparatus, Pearl Jam, His hands grabbed a picture frame and he raised it above his head, and smashed it on the floor.
He panted as his anger faded and looked at all the crumbled posters on the floor. He looked down at the shattered glass and splintered wood frame. He bent down and slid the picture from the wreckage, taking it to his bed and examining it.
It was of his parents, him and Leaf on the beach during sunset, all of them dripping with water and in their swimming suits. He traced a finger over his mother and father. She was kissing his cheek and he had his arms around her waist.
He pulled his knees up to his chest, wrapping his arms around his legs and resting his chin between his knees. He stared at himself just a few years ago, smiling as wide as he could, it was so wide it looked like It’d make your face hurt. He then turned his attention to Leaf.
She was small and confused looking, she wasn’t sure what was going on when it was taken, he remembered that much about it. He set the picture down gingerly as a knock came from the door.
“August?” Leaf called “Are you okay? I heard glass shatter.”
“I’m fine,” He called back.
“What broke?”
“I tripped and knocked a picture off the wall. I’m fine, no cuts.”
He heard her feet hesitate in front of the door. “Okay.” The footsteps retreated down the hall.
He sighed and carefully maneuvered his way to the dresser, pulling out a clean white short sleeved short, pin stripped pants, red suspenders and a pin with a happy face that he attached to his belt loop. He stopped, about to open the door, then went to the closet and pulled out an old fedora. He went to his bookcase and stuck a feather in the ribbon around the base, then went downstairs.
The moment his father saw him, he demanded that he change. Instead of listening to him, August went to the table and sat in his usual chair.
There was a knock at the front door and Mr. Ookasami went to get it. Leaf came down in a light green sundress and sat in the chair to the right of August.
Three large men with dark sunglasses entered the room.
“Parlei lea august leaf,” One greeted, slipping his glasses off.
This saying was exactly why August and Leaf had been named August and Leaf. Parlei lea august leaf meant ‘good fortune to those who invite us’ their mom who is the oldest in their family had been named Parlei at birth. Lea, being a common boys name, had been given to their father. When they got married, they decide to name their kids ‘August and Leaf’ so that it formed the saying.
Now that their parent’s were divorced, August and Leaf always flinched at the saying because of the pain it caused them. Even their father seemed uncomfortable around it.
The guardians took their seats around the table. One looked at August, then blinked “Hey, you’re that kid from earlier.”
Five heads turned towards him and August suddenly became interested in his fork. “What kid?” he asked lamely.
Lea groaned. “August, you’re not getting in trouble again, are you?”
He looked up at his father in surprise. “No! He and his partner were escorting kids from school and he saw me staring at his car.” He twirled the fork on the tablecloth.
“He was ahead of the other students. I assumed he was playing hooky.”
“Were you?” The other two guardians and Lea asked at once.
“NO!” He exclaimed. “I left class when the bell rang and walked fast because I don’t like that teacher.”
“Why don’t you like your teacher?” The guardian without his glasses asked, staring at him.
August suddenly got the feeling he was a fly who flew to close to a spider’s web. He looked down at the salad his father just placed in front of him. “She assigns to much homework,” he lied, poking his salad with the fork.
The three laughed.
“Kids these days.” The emerald eyed one snorted. “Think they have it so bad.”
August froze and looked up at him slowly, feeling the rage rising in him again. He leaned his head back, pinched his nose and breathed deeply through his mouth. “3, dragon. 5, poison. 7, witch light. 11, guard and scythe. 17, bloody wound…” he said quietly.
“What?” A guardian demanded.
The anger rose. “3, dragon…”
“It’s from a game he plays,” Leaf said nervously. “Numbers equal what you get.”
“…Witch light…”
“What game?”
She shook her head “I don’t know.”
The man with emerald eyes looked at August. “What’s your race in this game?” He asked.
An amused smile slowly came to play on August’s lips “A demon who’s been through hell. He’s finally escaped and wants vengeance.” He opened his eyes and looked at him.
A dark eyebrow arched high on high on his head. “Well that sounds… Lovely.”
August chuckled darkly. “Isn’t it?” he stood and paced in front of the table. “A boy who was abducted and turned to a demon, sent to hell for crimes he didn’t commit. He had to claw his way out with little amount of help and is now back to make right what they had wrong.” He smiled at them, challenging them.
One of the guardians reached his hand out. “Gin,” He snapped at the one with the emerald eyes and long ponytail. “Let the boy play his fantasy games.”
Gin gritted his teeth and sat.
August leaned towards the man who had spoken. “Is it fantasy?” He gave a sly grin. “What do you do with all those kids you take away from their families, hmm? Why hasn’t anyone seen or heard from them again?” His hands were on the table as he leaned closer.
Gin’s fingers drummed the table as he tried to ignore August.
The one without the glasses looked at him. “Would you really like to know child, or are you just pestering me?”
Lea made a noise and turned a translucent pale.
The third guardian’s massive chest heaved with dark laughter. “Leave him be, Gregor.”
August’s eyes slit. I’m loosing this. I need that information. “No. I want to know. What do you do to all the kids you take?” He demanded.
Gregor wet his lips. “You’re an evocative one. Gin, should we do to him what we did to the last one?”
Gin tilted his head, voice shear ice. “I think we should.”
“I said leave him alone!” The third snapped.
“I WANT TO KNOW!!!!” August screeched.
He grunted. “Fine, if you must be so persistent.” He stood as the other two slid their glasses on, grinning hugely.
“Thank you for the dinner.” He addressed Mr. Ookasami when he spoke, but his eyes never left August. “We’ll be leaving now.”
Lea’s eyes went huge and he dropped the glass he was holding. “No!” He cried as the man grabbed August.
It suddenly dawned on August as the vise grip almost chocked him. He gagged and thrashed wildly. “Let me go!” He screamed.
“You said you wanted to know,” Gin said with a smirk.
August’s teeth dug deep into the man’s arms.
He yowled and dropped August, gripping his arm.
August hit the ground, rolled, popped up and sprinted to the stairs. He was half way up before Gin came after him. August ran to his room and dove onto his bed, hands wrapping around the picture and stuffing it into his pocket before hands grabbed him again. He gave an agonizing cry as his hands were jerked back behind him and he was dragged out of the room and down the stairs.
Leaf was kicking at Gregor and screaming. Lea pulled her back before they could snatch her up too. The three Guardians dragged a kicking, screaming and spitting August outside and threw him into the back seat of the car.
Gin and Gregor got into the front and drove the car away, lights flashing brightly.
August turned his head and saw the house fading as the distance between him and it increased. His cheat suddenly became heavy, like someone dropped a high weight on it. Tears slid down his cheeks.
Chapter Two
It wasn’t until years later that I’d find out the truth about my father. He knew from the beginning that I’d be used for the experiment. They told him from the beginning that he’d have to give up a child for them to experiment on, so he created a serum from my blood and told them his son would be the one to take and have it be used upon. All the Guardians needed was a reason to take me.
They got that reason when I was thirteen, four years ago as of tomorrow…
Tomorrow I get another operation. Apart of my mind believes it will be the final, but I know better.
(Journal Entry Two)
Adrenaline pulsed through August’s veins. He held the heavy katana in his hand and breathed deeply, he stood up straight from his doubled over position and looked at the Guardian in front of him in full armor. August surged forward in fury.
The Guardian sidestepped and knocked August off his feet. “You still have learned nothing!” The woman shouted. “You barrel straight into battle without thinking.” She kicked the katana out of his hand, sending it clattering across the room. “This is how you will die if you do not learn how to think things through.” She had her own sword at his throat now.
He snarled furiously. She sighed and pulled her helmet off, turning away from him as long black hair tumbled out of the helm. “Practice is over. Gin will escort you back to your cell.” She picked up his fallen sword and placed it in the dark metal rack with her own. Spending extra time to wrap the chain and padlock on it as Gin entered, scanned the bar code on the back of August’s neck and lead him back to his chambers.
A boy sitting on the top bunk in the cell put his book down. He slid to the end of his bed, yellow eyes shining brightly like a cats. “How’d it go?” He asked as the cell door slid shut.
August held his arms out, dark purple bruises covering his arms. A light blue hand touched his arm and the boy smirked. “They got you good.”
“Shut up Kaleb. Don’t be so smug,” August snapped, pulling his arm away from Kaleb’s blue hand.
Kaleb went back to his bunk and perched near the ledge. “Ready for your operation tomorrow?”
“Can’t be any worse than the damned injection,” August grumbled, pushing a strand of fire truck red hair out of his eyes.
“Ah… you’re injection. Sure you don’t want me to braid your hair?”
August had gotten an injection a few months ago that had turned his hair bright red and it had grown to his waist over night. He ran his fingers through his hair with a sigh. “No. It’s fine.”
“We can always try cutting it again.”
That had been the first thing they tried. The moment they finished cutting, it had grown out again. This had frustrated both of them and three haircuts later they were in the same position as before.
“That won’t work Kaleb, you should know.”
He nodded gravely. “Well alright then.” He picked the book back up and examined it. “Who was your fighting buddy today?”
“I dunno. She seemed new.”
“She? A girl beat you’re a-”
“Don’t even think about finishing that sentence.”
Children taken by the government and added to in harmful, dangerous ways. Patients stripped of their names, replacing their identities with bar codes and I.D. numbers. Tattooed on the backs of their neck. Hidden from public until the government decides to announce their existence.
Some are volunteers, simply wondering what they could become. Others parents gave away. Not wanting or couldn’t afford another child. Sometimes parents would pay to have their children operated on, mostly to enhance knowledge or strength, nothing life threatening like the children from poverty.
I, however, was none of these.
(Journal entry One)
August sat in a desk on the first row of the classroom, right in front of the teacher’s desk. Being of average intelligence and sleeping in class had earned him this spot.
He yawned in boredom as the teacher went on about aquaculture in different parts of the world. Having already read this chapter, Augusts’ head drifted a few inches towards his desk. His dark eyes remaining more shut then open, brown hair falling in front of his face. There were a few moments of darkness, followed by a loud
SLAP!!!
A stinging sensation ran through his hand and he snapped back, chair tipping over with a crash as he stared at the ceiling until the teacher came into view. “Mr. Ookasami!” She said in an annoyed tone. “That is the third time today. Must I call your father again?” She demanded.
He sighed deeply. “No Ma’am.” He got up off the floor and pulled the chair up. He turned to place the chair back under the desk, only to notice the teacher standing in the way. This, for some reason, bothered him.
“May I please sit down Ms. Hullskir?” He asked with slight annoyance.
“Excuse me?” She asked, hearing the tone he had used. “You will respect your superior and educator.”
August’s knuckles turned white as he gripped the chair. He didn’t respond and now the entire class was watching the two.
“Try again, Mr. Ookasami.”
August smiled darkly on the inside. Don’t let it show just yet… he thought to himself. He forced himself to relax and looked at her with apologetic eyes. The teacher noticed the change and seemed relived.
Now.
“I will respect you when you have earned it, Melissa Hullskir. I may have skipped two grades, but I am no child. You cannot demand respect from those you have none for,” He said calmly, collecting his textbook and binder, placing the pencil behind his ear as he stood patiently for the teacher to react.
The class gaped. Speaking to a teacher this way was unheard of.
Ms. Hullskir was beginning to get over her shock. “Y-Young Man!”
“I will not except that tone of voice because you do not except it from me. Have a nice day.” He turned and headed towards the door as the final bell rang.
He stepped outside the doors of the school building, inhaling the scent of the sweet summer’s air.
One more week. One more week of school and I’m free from freshman year.
August silently cursed himself for being thirteen and smart enough to skip third and seventh grade. He was the youngest in all classes. Even the youngest to enter the high school he went to.
He walked towards the back packing lot. The way he always went on Friday’s to pick his younger sister up from her middle school. He froze suddenly, for there was something that wasn’t apart of the usual routine.
A small and sleek black car was parked side ways with its doors opened, taking up two parking spaces. The purple and yellow lights flashing, meaning only one thing…
August spun around to see a tall man in a suit standing over him. His ponytail was long and almost reached August. The man slipped his thick sunglasses off and leaned over August. The ponytail brushing his cheek as emerald eyes bore into his.
“Now, now,” The man said quietly. Cleaning the glasses with the bottom of the suit jacket. “Why are you way over here, and everyone else is way over there? You weren’t cutting, were you?”
“N-no, sir,” August stuttered. “I left when the bell rang. Sir.”
He bent down more, forcing August to move back as he glared. “What’s your name?” He demanded.
“August Lea Ookasami, sir.”
The man’s eyes widened in a mix of surprise and shock “O-oh. My apologies. Carry on.” He slipped the glasses back on and stepped around August as the other Guardian escorted two kids from the grounds and into the car.
A crowed gathered and watched as they drove away.
‘Guardians’ such a terrible name for those who bring you here, to be used as human guinea pigs. Caged, told we’re free. All lies. We were forced fully taken, worked upon. No one really cares for us. All they want is to achieve their super human. The one that will bring the down fall of the world and led by our single government.
We are all birds in a cage with thorns in our sides. There is no room to fly with the heavy branches filling our living space. Nowhere to spread our wings and escape from the torture.
(Journal Entry Three)
“Those are the fifth and sixth kids this month,” One student murmured as they walked past August.
“They’ve taken seven from the other schools. What do they do with all those kids?”
The first student shrugged. “Who cares? As long as it’s not us. Right Gabe?”
Gabe, short for Gabriel, had almost been put in one of those cars over a month ago, before his older cousin had volunteered to take his place. They had never heard from him since. “Yeah. I guess,” He mumbled quietly.
August watched them pass, then sighed and headed for the middle school that his younger sister attended.
Leaf skipped along the sidewalk next to August, golden brown hair billowing around her elegant face in the wind. They headed for the large house on an abandoned street they always went to on the weekends. The street was abandoned because of the rumors: Children being taken and turned into monstrous things by the government. Their father, being a scientist who works for the government, had been the reason they left. No one wanted to loose his or her child to the next-door neighbor.
Leaf stopped, lime green sneakers screeching against the pavement as she came to an abrupt halt and looked up at the lights from their house. “Why aren’t mom and dad still married?” She asked August, turning to him.
“I guess they fell out of love,” He replied sourly.
She jogged forward to catch up to him, then slipped her arm through his and made a happy noise. “If you ever get married, you better not fall out of love,” she warned.
He made a gagging noise. “Girls have cooties,” he said teasingly, breaking from her grip and darting towards the house. Leaf followed, giggling with amusement.
August ran into the house, kicked his shoes off, dropped his backpack onto the floor and sprinted for the stairs.
A tall man in a lab coat caught him and lifted him up easily. “Hello mini man,” Mr. Ookasami told August. “Where’s Leaf?”
On cue, Leaf burst through the door panting, she doubled over, holding her knees while trying to catch here breath. The man set August down and went to her, short black hair ruffling as he passed the air conditioner. “Leaf, I told you not to play tag with August.”
“We… weren’t playing… tag,” She panted. “I was ch… chasing him… with my cooties.”
His dark eyebrow arched high. “Oh really?” He turned to August who was now sitting on a step. He waved innocently to his father whose lips turned into a line as he went into thought. “You two go upstairs and change, we’re having guests for dinner.”
August felt a ball of rage rise in his chest. “You mean the guardians?” he hissed venomously. They were the only people who ever came over to dinner and always threatened to take one of the kids with them, then never did, but it began to enrage August. The constant fear his father lived under because of them.
“August please,” His father whispered, sadness in his voice. “Just go.”
He clenched his fists tightly and stormed up the stairs with gritted teeth. He slammed the door to his room shut and tore down the poster closest to him, which so happened to be of Tron Legacy. His hands reached for the next thing, a drawing he did of a falcon. He tore it into pieces with swift hand movements.
He breathed heavily, hands twitching for more, more destruction. He reached out blindly, ripping down more: Kingdom hearts, Halo, Assassins Creed, Harry Potter, X-men, Tarantula Nebula, Red Jumpsuit Apparatus, Pearl Jam, His hands grabbed a picture frame and he raised it above his head, and smashed it on the floor.
He panted as his anger faded and looked at all the crumbled posters on the floor. He looked down at the shattered glass and splintered wood frame. He bent down and slid the picture from the wreckage, taking it to his bed and examining it.
It was of his parents, him and Leaf on the beach during sunset, all of them dripping with water and in their swimming suits. He traced a finger over his mother and father. She was kissing his cheek and he had his arms around her waist.
He pulled his knees up to his chest, wrapping his arms around his legs and resting his chin between his knees. He stared at himself just a few years ago, smiling as wide as he could, it was so wide it looked like It’d make your face hurt. He then turned his attention to Leaf.
She was small and confused looking, she wasn’t sure what was going on when it was taken, he remembered that much about it. He set the picture down gingerly as a knock came from the door.
“August?” Leaf called “Are you okay? I heard glass shatter.”
“I’m fine,” He called back.
“What broke?”
“I tripped and knocked a picture off the wall. I’m fine, no cuts.”
He heard her feet hesitate in front of the door. “Okay.” The footsteps retreated down the hall.
He sighed and carefully maneuvered his way to the dresser, pulling out a clean white short sleeved short, pin stripped pants, red suspenders and a pin with a happy face that he attached to his belt loop. He stopped, about to open the door, then went to the closet and pulled out an old fedora. He went to his bookcase and stuck a feather in the ribbon around the base, then went downstairs.
The moment his father saw him, he demanded that he change. Instead of listening to him, August went to the table and sat in his usual chair.
There was a knock at the front door and Mr. Ookasami went to get it. Leaf came down in a light green sundress and sat in the chair to the right of August.
Three large men with dark sunglasses entered the room.
“Parlei lea august leaf,” One greeted, slipping his glasses off.
This saying was exactly why August and Leaf had been named August and Leaf. Parlei lea august leaf meant ‘good fortune to those who invite us’ their mom who is the oldest in their family had been named Parlei at birth. Lea, being a common boys name, had been given to their father. When they got married, they decide to name their kids ‘August and Leaf’ so that it formed the saying.
Now that their parent’s were divorced, August and Leaf always flinched at the saying because of the pain it caused them. Even their father seemed uncomfortable around it.
The guardians took their seats around the table. One looked at August, then blinked “Hey, you’re that kid from earlier.”
Five heads turned towards him and August suddenly became interested in his fork. “What kid?” he asked lamely.
Lea groaned. “August, you’re not getting in trouble again, are you?”
He looked up at his father in surprise. “No! He and his partner were escorting kids from school and he saw me staring at his car.” He twirled the fork on the tablecloth.
“He was ahead of the other students. I assumed he was playing hooky.”
“Were you?” The other two guardians and Lea asked at once.
“NO!” He exclaimed. “I left class when the bell rang and walked fast because I don’t like that teacher.”
“Why don’t you like your teacher?” The guardian without his glasses asked, staring at him.
August suddenly got the feeling he was a fly who flew to close to a spider’s web. He looked down at the salad his father just placed in front of him. “She assigns to much homework,” he lied, poking his salad with the fork.
The three laughed.
“Kids these days.” The emerald eyed one snorted. “Think they have it so bad.”
August froze and looked up at him slowly, feeling the rage rising in him again. He leaned his head back, pinched his nose and breathed deeply through his mouth. “3, dragon. 5, poison. 7, witch light. 11, guard and scythe. 17, bloody wound…” he said quietly.
“What?” A guardian demanded.
The anger rose. “3, dragon…”
“It’s from a game he plays,” Leaf said nervously. “Numbers equal what you get.”
“…Witch light…”
“What game?”
She shook her head “I don’t know.”
The man with emerald eyes looked at August. “What’s your race in this game?” He asked.
An amused smile slowly came to play on August’s lips “A demon who’s been through hell. He’s finally escaped and wants vengeance.” He opened his eyes and looked at him.
A dark eyebrow arched high on high on his head. “Well that sounds… Lovely.”
August chuckled darkly. “Isn’t it?” he stood and paced in front of the table. “A boy who was abducted and turned to a demon, sent to hell for crimes he didn’t commit. He had to claw his way out with little amount of help and is now back to make right what they had wrong.” He smiled at them, challenging them.
One of the guardians reached his hand out. “Gin,” He snapped at the one with the emerald eyes and long ponytail. “Let the boy play his fantasy games.”
Gin gritted his teeth and sat.
August leaned towards the man who had spoken. “Is it fantasy?” He gave a sly grin. “What do you do with all those kids you take away from their families, hmm? Why hasn’t anyone seen or heard from them again?” His hands were on the table as he leaned closer.
Gin’s fingers drummed the table as he tried to ignore August.
The one without the glasses looked at him. “Would you really like to know child, or are you just pestering me?”
Lea made a noise and turned a translucent pale.
The third guardian’s massive chest heaved with dark laughter. “Leave him be, Gregor.”
August’s eyes slit. I’m loosing this. I need that information. “No. I want to know. What do you do to all the kids you take?” He demanded.
Gregor wet his lips. “You’re an evocative one. Gin, should we do to him what we did to the last one?”
Gin tilted his head, voice shear ice. “I think we should.”
“I said leave him alone!” The third snapped.
“I WANT TO KNOW!!!!” August screeched.
He grunted. “Fine, if you must be so persistent.” He stood as the other two slid their glasses on, grinning hugely.
“Thank you for the dinner.” He addressed Mr. Ookasami when he spoke, but his eyes never left August. “We’ll be leaving now.”
Lea’s eyes went huge and he dropped the glass he was holding. “No!” He cried as the man grabbed August.
It suddenly dawned on August as the vise grip almost chocked him. He gagged and thrashed wildly. “Let me go!” He screamed.
“You said you wanted to know,” Gin said with a smirk.
August’s teeth dug deep into the man’s arms.
He yowled and dropped August, gripping his arm.
August hit the ground, rolled, popped up and sprinted to the stairs. He was half way up before Gin came after him. August ran to his room and dove onto his bed, hands wrapping around the picture and stuffing it into his pocket before hands grabbed him again. He gave an agonizing cry as his hands were jerked back behind him and he was dragged out of the room and down the stairs.
Leaf was kicking at Gregor and screaming. Lea pulled her back before they could snatch her up too. The three Guardians dragged a kicking, screaming and spitting August outside and threw him into the back seat of the car.
Gin and Gregor got into the front and drove the car away, lights flashing brightly.
August turned his head and saw the house fading as the distance between him and it increased. His cheat suddenly became heavy, like someone dropped a high weight on it. Tears slid down his cheeks.
Chapter Two
It wasn’t until years later that I’d find out the truth about my father. He knew from the beginning that I’d be used for the experiment. They told him from the beginning that he’d have to give up a child for them to experiment on, so he created a serum from my blood and told them his son would be the one to take and have it be used upon. All the Guardians needed was a reason to take me.
They got that reason when I was thirteen, four years ago as of tomorrow…
Tomorrow I get another operation. Apart of my mind believes it will be the final, but I know better.
(Journal Entry Two)
Adrenaline pulsed through August’s veins. He held the heavy katana in his hand and breathed deeply, he stood up straight from his doubled over position and looked at the Guardian in front of him in full armor. August surged forward in fury.
The Guardian sidestepped and knocked August off his feet. “You still have learned nothing!” The woman shouted. “You barrel straight into battle without thinking.” She kicked the katana out of his hand, sending it clattering across the room. “This is how you will die if you do not learn how to think things through.” She had her own sword at his throat now.
He snarled furiously. She sighed and pulled her helmet off, turning away from him as long black hair tumbled out of the helm. “Practice is over. Gin will escort you back to your cell.” She picked up his fallen sword and placed it in the dark metal rack with her own. Spending extra time to wrap the chain and padlock on it as Gin entered, scanned the bar code on the back of August’s neck and lead him back to his chambers.
A boy sitting on the top bunk in the cell put his book down. He slid to the end of his bed, yellow eyes shining brightly like a cats. “How’d it go?” He asked as the cell door slid shut.
August held his arms out, dark purple bruises covering his arms. A light blue hand touched his arm and the boy smirked. “They got you good.”
“Shut up Kaleb. Don’t be so smug,” August snapped, pulling his arm away from Kaleb’s blue hand.
Kaleb went back to his bunk and perched near the ledge. “Ready for your operation tomorrow?”
“Can’t be any worse than the damned injection,” August grumbled, pushing a strand of fire truck red hair out of his eyes.
“Ah… you’re injection. Sure you don’t want me to braid your hair?”
August had gotten an injection a few months ago that had turned his hair bright red and it had grown to his waist over night. He ran his fingers through his hair with a sigh. “No. It’s fine.”
“We can always try cutting it again.”
That had been the first thing they tried. The moment they finished cutting, it had grown out again. This had frustrated both of them and three haircuts later they were in the same position as before.
“That won’t work Kaleb, you should know.”
He nodded gravely. “Well alright then.” He picked the book back up and examined it. “Who was your fighting buddy today?”
“I dunno. She seemed new.”
“She? A girl beat you’re a-”
“Don’t even think about finishing that sentence.”
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