Pen
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Scion in chains
The Forgotten Faggot
I did NOT write this story.
A friend of a friend sent it to me and I liked it enough to post on here. Apparently the dude wants feedback so let me know what you all think.
Pen
I know what you’re thinking. How can a pen be the symbol of doom? Anything can spell doom, and the smallest folly or mistake on another persons’ part can cost you your very life. Like it did for poor Clair…
Why is it that everyone tries to change each other? People always try to change each other. It’s the nature of the dull to try to change the different. Because unless they make that interestingly different person just like them, then they become the target for the sharks to eat when everyone takes up the new interest. So does this make us leaders or followers of the new wind? No one should care. And no one does either. But anyway, the story…
Meet Clair. She is a cold, uninterested, uninteresting, low self esteemed, visceral, and fearful little fourteen year old girl. The girl is in constant disdain because of her name that has no kind of air about it that is anything like her. Clair is a name that you give to pretty and nice little girls, who grow up with everyone loving them and giving them presents, a likeable person, someone who might wear a dress because she thinks they are comfortable and pretty. It is the total opposite of her. Well, almost. Even though she never liked to think so, she was incredibly beautiful. She had long flowing silky hair, pearly and stainless skin, and bright blue eyes with dark blue ridges trailing from the iris to the pupil, lovely pink lips, long eyelashes, and nearly flawless body. But you would never know this by looking at her first glance. You’d probably have to spend the night at her house and be lucky enough to see her before she went to sleep. Other than that, all you saw was maybe her eyes and eyelashes. Her face was littered with fake earrings because her parents refused to let her get real ones, her hair was always covered by a purple wig (she had to tie her long hair into maybe a hat before it would cover it all the way up) and she wore the loosest baggy jeans and if you were a guy then just plain give up on sneaking a peek at her chest because she always wore two shirts That had to be uncomfortable because she wore the under two sizes too short and the outer two too large. And an almost blacker than the color black hoodie that she donned constantly with pride. And if you thought its okay Ill just settle for her butt, get that out of your head as well. She had an enormous hiker’s book bag that she never took off ever because she is so conscious about her butt (but what girl isn’t?). So of course she had no one really that liked her. And because of her sour personality the teachers automatically assumed that she was a smarty pants who thought she knew everything. The only two who she even considered slightly friends was a loud Goth girl named Loraine and an extremely quiet nerd boy named Percival. Perhaps they were united by their uncharacteristic and bland names? Or perhaps it was because Percival somehow still had a crush on Clair and Loraine couldn’t find anyone else who would listen to her constant crud on how life is dark and horrible, and secretly she was a lesbian who also somehow liked Clair? It was nearly obvious though. She always gave her small gifts claiming that she always gets the gifts from her father and since she was dark she didn’t need them, but this was a lie. Well in a way. The gifts were from her father, and for her, but she didn’t give them away because she thought they didn’t suit her. Her father was in prison for raping her when she was just ten because he was drunk and noticed she was really developing early and couldn’t find his wife. But by the time he came to his senses he had already violated his daughter in every possible way, and that is a very literal translation. But instead of going into those horrible details about her premature holes and her learning about toys and swallowing things she shouldn’t have known for a long time, let’s just leave it at that set the basis for her future secret lesbianism. Anyway, he works himself to the bone to earn a little small change to give to his wife, who uses the money to get her something as some twisted sorry for making you a Goth girl who had to get an abortion at ten. Needless to say she didn’t care about them and lately found that instead of just using the presents to make her smores and burn her iron for herself engravings to make the child she had to kill happy. And today she had a new one. But before that, let’s describe Percival. Percival was a geek. At least, that’s what people thought because he was quiet and did his work and was kind of skinny and wore coke bottle glasses. But it was a ruse. The boy was really an outspoken, maybe insane child who didn’t really go home until he was tired and ready to go to bed. His family hated his guts for no apparent reason and he knew he had an anger problem, so he went off and cut some trees down and bought some 2x4’s to make himself a little shed in which he hung his dead squirrels that were run over in the street and his snakes and frogs he killed with his own hands. He also practiced with a machete and throwing knives he got from his uncle and kept in his huge and heavy book bag the other kids thought was filled with books and work. So at any random time all of the children’s teasing and irritation could turn into blind rage and he could kill at least 53 people in a surprise attack and get away with it by stabbing himself and cutting his arm, thus becoming a victim of some guy he made up and get off scot free written off as the only survivor. Everyone would believe him because he was the quiet nerd boy who did his work and was so passive and easily frightened. He didn’t even need those glasses he wore. He just thought they felt nice as an extra weight to his face, and would hide the glare that he always tried to hide. He was going to go through with his plan to kill and get away with it, but then he met Clair. No matter how much she was picked on she never really gave any sign of caring. And he could see her perfection beyond her body. She was smart, and unique, and so different in this world that seemed to be so bland and tasteless. He quickly fell in love with her and tried to become close to her. But he couldn’t just talk to her like he wanted. He might get too excited and tell her everything about himself, and that could be bad. Maybe she wasn’t like him, maybe she’d reject him. But either way he was going to observe her. And soon he began to carve the squirrel bones that had no more flesh left on them into a likeness of her. One bone at a time. So far, he has carved over one thousand, two hundred ninety seven bones, and has gotten as far as her two shin bones. But it was not perfect enough though! He needed to find a way to expose her legs. Or just get her alone and try to get her to swim with him. But it would never happen. While he was lost in his thoughts of obsession over her, Loraine was giving Clair her latest gift. Here, she said, trying not to blush and be as mean and rude with her thrust as possible. What is it today? Asked Clair. It’s just the latest attempt from my parents to make me a lighter human being. Huh? It’s a pen. Yeah so? Said Loraine. It’s really special. It lights up when you write with it and it has glossy ink. Okay, thanks Lora. I’ll use it every day in my English class. Loraine tried to suppress her smile and did so successfully, but only by twisting her nose and looking irritated, which drew an apology from Clair. Percival was watching the entire event unfold with glassy eyes, as he was still trying to devise a way to see her legs. Hey Percy do you have any snack money that you wouldn’t mind giving for me? Asked Clair. I’d like to get a bag of skittles. This quickly snapped him out of his thoughts and caused him to blush as he shook his head. Oh shits I really wanted to taste the rainbow...... Its fine C if you want some skittles, said Loraine my mom gave me some extra cash for no reason. I can buy you like three bags. This earned her an unseen glare from Percival, and he started to think of ways to hurt her. Cool, said Clair, that way we can all get some without me sharing. No thanks, said Loraine, I’m too dark to eat something so bright right now. Percival quickly shook his head too, probably out of competition reasons. Then just get what you want then, said Clair. Instead of arguing any further, the three just wordlessly went on their way to the snack machine. It’s worth mentioning that all three of them were skipping together out in the open and nothing happened to them. See, since Loraine and Clair were with Ol Percy the geek, no one ever bothered to think they were skipping. That and the fact that the teachers were actually happy to be rid of Clair and Loraine, since they were to different to control, and every time they were in class it seemed as if the other students just got even more aggressive and uncontrollable than usual. So instead of getting punished, the teachers were extra nice when they skipped, and they’re principal was too apathetic to notice that he was seeing the same three children every week. It even got to a point where Loraine felt the need to smile really big and shake his hand whenever they passed each other. He even knew their names. And today was no different. So they passed right by him again as he vigilantly patrolled the hallways for any poor students who didn’t have enough sense to go to class. They went by the gym and then the wonderful snack room. Gee Perce, teased Loraine, how great is it that you are a living hall pass? He just shrugged but in his head the flames of hell was only kept at bay by the fact that he knew she was kidding. As a matter of fact, he did consider Loraine his friend, but her comments just had a sting that got under his skin. Lately it’s been burning a little more than usual, but he just guessed it was from hormones. And there was also something about Loraine… like a scent that hooked your nose and told you that you were in love. Of course he ignored it, but there was something about her that awakened something in him. Yay skittles!! Exclaimed Clair. Why is it the only time we ever see you with any kind of lifelike happiness is when you are eating candy? Sulked Loraine. It’s like you only are alive when you eat candy. Clair, who wasn’t really listening because she was lost in the rainbow only turned around to give her a blank look as a reply. Loraine recognized the look immediately and just moved forward to just make her purchase from the snack machine. Looking over the selection, she decided on some sour tarts. As she bent down, she noticed that Percival was looking at her with an interest she’d never seen before, and it made her horribly uncomfortable, so she hurried up, assuming it was something about her body and turned around. So whatcha getting Perce? He moved forward to Loraine, who backed up slightly, and held out his hand for her to produce a dollar. She only looked at him at stood there for an uncomfortable two minutes while Clair stayed in rainbow heaven. They just stood there staring at each other. Then, for the brief second that Loraine was able to think about other thoughts, she realized that he just wanted a dollar. He suppressed a very strong urge to laugh in her face because of her shocked reaction at him just standing there. He grabbed the dollar, and involuntarily grabbed her hand. He blushed and turned quickly to get some kind of snack from the machine, much to the relief of Loraine, who started to shake with confusion and embarrassment. He chose a fruit rollup. So there they all stood. Clair, looking like a puppy that just got her favorite doggy treat, Loraine looking off into the distance with the sour tarts in her hand that she didn’t bother opening, and Percival in a small trance from the fruit rollup, lost in the ripping movement of his head and mouth, and looking at the stretchy candy and imagining it as candy squirrel meat. Halfway through her bag, Clair noticed that the bell rung a few minutes ago, and that she had a test to take. So she thanked Loraine and said bye to Percy and ran off, leaving the two alone. They only looked at each other for a minute, and then Loraine spoke. We have the next class together, don’t we? She asked. He nodded. Do we have anything important to do today? He shrugged. We uh, should go then, huh? He shook his head. Or we can just keep hanging out until school is over-if you are okay with that. She stood there dumbfounded, and could just stand there with her mouth open as a reply. She had known him for four years , and the most that she had ever heard him speak was to either answer role call or to mutter his mandatory assignment the sadistic teachers made them read out in front of the class, and that barely counts because his mutters would always be suppressed by the obnoxious children who threw paper at him and laughed overly loud for nothing that was funny. So it was more accurate to say seeing his lips move. She thought that he had SSD (social society disorder). If you don’t feel like it, then let’s go to class, said Percival. Even though she was shocked to hear him speak a second time, she quickly snapped out of it and said something. No, I don’t want to go to class. It’s just not often that I hear your voice is all. That’s because there is always someone else talking, said Percival, and I’d rather listen. Now that Clair is gone, the only two left who can talk is you and I, and I don’t think you can read my mind. Well, what do you want to do then? Well, said he, we can leave school and go to this shack I made. I think you may like it there. O-okay…, stuttered Loraine, why do you want to go all the way out there? He looked at her with an evil look and took off his glasses. Because I think now that you and I have a lot in common. He smiled and continued; also I want to show you something. What would that be? She said. What do you think it is? He asked. Well, I don’t know… He glared at her then put his glasses back on. Never mind, I was mistaken. You wouldn’t like it. This puzzled her so she of course retaliated. What do you mean you were mistaken!? He just shrugged and pointed to class. This pissed her off. She grabbed his shoulder and swung him around. What did you want to show me!? Someone as insecure as you isn’t someone who I want in my shed. Forget it. He straightened his glasses and removed her hand, leaving her looking frustrated and sad. I’m not insecure I’m just cautious when someone suddenly just tells me that they want to take me to a shed they made! He looked at her again, and his coke bottle glasses shined in the light so she couldn’t see his eyes. If you really want to go, then let’s do it tomorrow. It just occurred to me that I need to clean the place up. No, take me today, she said. Please Perce? Okay Then Lora, said Percival, I’ll take you now.
Meanwhile…
What do you mean that I’m too late to take the test!? I’m sorry Miss Clair Lien, but you came after the bell rang. But so did Kaitlin and you let her in! Exclaimed Clair. She informed me she would be late ahead of time. Kaitlin looked up with pearly eyes. No I didn’t Mr. Glands. Look here, I’m the teacher and I say you are too late. If you have a problem with that, maybe you should take it up with the principal. This is bullshit! Mr. Glands pulled Clair to the side and closed the door. His voice lowered and his expression became less serious and more playful and beads of sweat appeared on the side of his face as if he’d been working out. Look, he said, you and I both know that whenever you are around class is hell. I’ll give you an A on the test, just go away. Clair looked at him with disgust. That’s not fair. Mr. Glands looked less playful and angrier. Okay then, how about you stop being a whiny bitch and accept the truth. You know I’m not lying and I’ve already gone through enough today. Now leave before I change my mind about your grade. Clair’s entire expression changed. Got you! She thought. Alright you fat ass, she said, I was tired of taking your shit every day anyhow for things I didn’t do. You can’t talk to me li-Oh but I can, cut in Clair. You see, I’ve taped everything you have been saying to me all year. I already nailed all of my other teachers, and all I needed from you was a bribe to get you indefinitely. She then produced a small tape recorder on the strap of her book bag. Then fake tears formed in her eyes. Mr. Glands, why did you have to curse at me all the time? She said. Then Clair stepped back and let out an evil cackle. So here’s what is going to happen from now on. You will make sure I came to school every day and make sure that you give me work. But I won’t turn it in. Instead, you will give me an A or B on every assignment, and I won’t come to class. See? In a way we both win. You don’t have to see me anymore, and I don’t have to deal with your or anybody else’s bullshit for being alive. Do you understand Mr. Glands? Or do you need to hear this from the school board? Mr. Glands just stood there for a minute, nodded, and went to his classroom and closed his door. Clair smiled, then tightened her hiker’s bag, pulled out her half eaten bag of skittles, and decided to go home.
So this is your shed huh? Asked Loraine, looking around, half with wonder, half with surprised shock of how much she liked it. Yes. Why are their dead animals hanging from the ceiling Perce? She asked. Because I killed them and put them there as trophies. Okaay… Well what did you want to show me then? Oh yeah, I apologize, I enjoyed your reaction. He threw his book bag on the floor, which landed with a huge thud. Damn Perce you should learn how to use a locker. He didn’t say anything, just bent down and unzipped his bag and pulled out two Machetes and three throwing knives. Loraine’s eyes widened and she almost screamed. What the hell is that in your bag for!? Percival looked at her blankly. It’s always been in there. He then raised the Machete and started to walk towards her. Loraine started to panic. W-w-what are y-you going to d-do with that huh? He stood right in front of her. He looked at her with a smile. She lost control of her legs, which gave out, and she fell in a sort of clump on the floor. His eyes glowed a slight red, and through the slight openings in the wall sunlight gleamed in on the machete and made it shine a wonderful silver hue. He swung down with all his might. Only a small scream escaped… then silence, then the sound of wind catching another swing, followed by a thud, followed by the sound of dragging. The kind that only sounds when something like cloth catches on a wooden floor.
During this time…
Clair was walking home with her blackest hood on. Her bag of skittles demolished, she was left to her bothersome thoughts. The ones about oh why am I so different and how much everyone hates me kind of thoughts. Then her thoughts wondered on to Loraine. She pulled out her pen. Why is she always giving me stuff like this? She wondered. It’s not like I really need it either. She simply shrugged it off and kept walking, thinking about her now complete victory over her teachers. Life might at least be a little less boring…. Now I can just relax
Oh the irony of how wrong she was. And all because of a stupid pen that glows when you write.
What the fuck is the matter with you Percival!? Shrieked Loraine. I thought you wanted to kill me or something. I never said that I was going to do that, said he. He ignored the rest of her wailing while he pulled a large square shaped object out of the hole in the floor wrapped in an old cotton blanket covered in dirt and a few bugs. He looked into her eyes and she fell silent. This, he said, is what I wanted to show you. He dragged the blanket across the floor, ignoring the wood that was getting caught on the cotton and proceeded to unwrap it. Inside was a very large (and apparently heavy) book covered with rusty ivory and nearly shredded leather. What is it? She said. It is the first one, he answered shortly. The first what? She asked, curiosity eating away at her soul like a burning desire for revenge. Let me ask you something, he said. Do you believe in the supernatural? She nodded. Then you are a fool, he said. There is nothing supernatural, only natural things meant to be less natural and explainable then others. Okay, she said, but what does that have to do with this book? And why didn’t we just go to your house instead of way out here? Why keep it here? Because my family hates me, he said. Before I was born, my mother had visions every day for nine months. Visions of how the child she would soon have would grow up to be an anti-Christ. She even was going to attempt to get me aborted, but my red benefactor made her bedridden. Then when she had a doctor visit her, she was told that if she even attempted it, all of her organs would fail and she would die as well. And the desire to live is much better than the desire to serve a silent father who didn’t see fit to protect her from me entering her womb. Oh come on Perce, she said sarcastically, YOU are the anti-Christ? Then how come you aren’t all super evil and what in the world does that have to do with this book? I am what you would call an anti-Christ, but I’m not THE anti-Christ like you are thinking. There are many of his children in this world, and we all get to choose. I’m too lazy and uninterested to do what he wants all the time. Anyway, you can understand why my family hates me now. And before she could ask again he put up a hand and continued. And the importance of this book is that this is a book for summoning the things you would call supernatural. And I am giving it to you. She just sat there for a minute, wondering what to do next, and then thought of a reply. Prove it, she said. Gladly. Look into my eyes. He then leaned so close to her face that his nose touched hers. As she looked into his eyes, she saw nothing. Just a faint glow. So as she leaned back, she was prepared to just say she didn’t see anything. But she couldn’t say anything. She could only stare in wonder, wondering why she wasn’t horrified. Percival, the little geek kid who everyone picked on was the anti-Christ. His normally short matted brown hair had turned jet black, and his hair looked unkempt and the length changed from barely going past his ears to midway down his back. His ears had a slight curl in the lobe, and were slightly yellowish around the edges. His eyes, usually a bland hazel, turned into a shiny and sinister emerald green with a purplish glow around the edge of the pupil. Black bags appeared under his eyes like someone who hasn’t slept in months. His eyelashes were a dank purple, like the side of a weathered building. He unbuttoned his shirt at the top to reveal a deep black scar on his collarbone that was a circle with three curved lines protruding from the top and bottom edges. His hands, which she kind of thought looked frail, were now filled with veins colored blue through the hand and hair formed on the back of his hands. His nails were long, greenish yellow, and curved like an eagle’s claw. Loraine looked up, now able to break her amazement, and then thought of something. Wait a minute. Why are you giving me that book and how am I supposed to carry that home? That is a very simple question to answer, he said. I am giving it to you because we are friends, and I feel like we are the same, you and I. With that book, you will be able to make whatever you want to do your bidding and for your amusement. As for the size... he gestured with his hand, I don’t think it will be a problem. Loraine glanced at the book. Its enormous size had shrunken down to that of a small novel. But there is a catch to using it, he said. You cannot give it to anyone else or tell anyone else about it. She nodded. She picked up the book, and it sunk into her skin with a slight tingling. She looked back at Percival and was relieved to find that he had returned to normal. Well, that’s all. Thanks Perce, she said, now how do I make things again? You were not listening were you? He asked. Who could listen to anything with a devil near them, she thought. Of course I was. I just have to think of anything right? Yes, he said, anything you desire. Loraine thought. I’m going to go try it out now. He put on his coke bottle glasses and waved her goodbye.
Late that night…
Clair had burned a dinner she tried to make. It was chicken Alfredo. She sulked as she ate her burned dinner and went to sleep.
Percival killed another frog, then, after carving out the newest prepared squirrel bones, thought about where to put them and how to fashion a kneecap. He decided to just try when he was less tired and went to his home where his parents said nothing to him and he said nothing in return, just went to his room and fell asleep on his old bed surrounded by the dust in an unused room.
Loraine thought hard about what she wanted. She decided to make something. When her creation was complete, she told the creation its purpose and how it came to exist.
That night, Loraine slept in a bed next to a Clair that wasn’t Clair.
The next day…
Clair woke up disoriented. Today felt like a blah day. She almost didn’t go, but decided that school was something to do, so she got up and put on her normal attire. She skipped breakfast, and stumbled to school half asleep. She blurred her way through her first two classes, and then went to the meeting spot where she usually met with her friends. But Loraine wasn’t present. And Percival looked troubled the entire time. After about half an hour of silent waiting, an explosion was heard near the lunchroom, and screams were following close behind. It seemed as if the entire school was under chaos in seconds. Windows shattered; cars started up and crashed into each other. People rampaged and stomped over each other. And some people were injured and crying or dead and bleeding it out on the sidewalks and doorways. Clair turned to grab Percival and leave, but only turned in time to see his blur run past her into the chaos. Clair couldn’t even hear herself as she screamed and ran after him into the building.
Perspective of Loraine…
Why is this happening? WHY!? Loraine stared around at the chaos that she caused. Just last night it was fun and she had the night of her life. Her greatest wish, to have Clair sleep by her was fulfilled. The next morning, she told the fake Clair to wait for her in her room to come home. But the Clair wouldn’t listen. She followed her outside of the house, and down the street. So she went back home and put a hat and a pair of sunglasses on her. Then she cut her hair to shoulder length and put a blue hooded jacket on her. She also made sure to put on makeup and black lipstick. Maybe I can get away with saying that she is my cousin, she thought. But the fake Clair looked up, confused. But I am not your cousin, I am Clair. Loraine, not believing what she just heard, she ignored it and they went to school. Her excuse seemed to work, but then she had to meet up with Clair-the real Clair, and Percival. But it seemed as if the fake could read her thoughts. What do you mean, the real Clair? The girl that I made you after, she explained. There’s no way I could fool her, and even more so than that Perce would definitely know what I had done. Fake Clair stared on and then closed her eyes. Then she lunged out her arm and dug her arm deep into Loraine’s stomach, and pulling out the book, causing her mouth to screw up in a painful expression, and coughing up blood slightly and immediately. If this is what made me, then I will kill every person here and make a new world of people. That way we so called fakes would become real. Clair closed her eyes and immediately hideous creatures appeared. Ogres and dogs without fur with gummy red skin and bats that flew about and screamed; immediately causing explosions in the hallway near the lunchroom where she was. Destruction of the surrounding walls, and an even bigger bang, probably the gas pipe. Nothing really mattered anymore. I am going to die, she thought. There were a few distant screams that were ignored and her vision began to blur. Oh god, I’m going to die! Unable to look at the squiggly world anymore, she closed her eyes and fell to the ground. The pain was horrible. She felt the flaps of her belly’s remains in her hands, and she was sure that her intestines were hanging out as well. Her body clenched up, and she felt something warm on her right arm. She tried to breath, but then a horrible sense of nausea overcame her and her throat became filled with her blood. As it gushed out her mouth like boiling hot water in a frozen pipe, preventing even the slightest air from seeping through. No oxygen... No life. Loraine lost consciousness. It’s all over. Loraine opened her eyes. The wreckage of the hallway was filled with pieces of the walls and dust. I can’t breathe, she thought. I have to try to get out of here. Her arms felt like anvils. She made her way across the floor, trying to ignore the pain of her wound ripping across the shattered bricks. Her vision was still blurry, but she could make out a bright light. It took nearly ten minutes, with her slightly losing consciousness In between and stopping to cough up more blood. She made it to the bright object, and noticed it was much smaller. She was by a hole in the wall, one small enough for her to lose hope. Then she looked down to cry, then saw something. Oh my god that’s an arm! She thought. She tried to get away, but she was too tired to get anywhere and landed face first on the arm. She fainted. Wake up, Loraine. Come on, wake up! Loraine couldn’t open her eyes, but recognized the voice. Perce? What’s going on? I think you know, he said coldly. I warned you to tell no one about that book. But I didn’t, she said, just made something. You mean that fake Clair? I killed it. Don’t worry. Where’s the real Clair? She jumbled out. I’m….. Not sure. What do you mean… you aren’t sure where she is? I ran off into the school as soon as the chaos erupted. She didn’t even see me leave. But don’t worry about her she will be fine. I don’t think that she followed me into the school. Then Percival suddenly made his voice stern. More importantly, why did you tell someone about the book? I warned you that if you told anyone about the book that it would be bad. Loraine could barely respond. I… didn’t tell anyone….I didn’t. Percival reached a sharp nailed hand out and grabbed Loraine’s shoulder and pulled her up so she faced him. Don’t fuck with me right now! He snarled. Who did you tell about the fucking book! His nails are digging into my shoulder, she thought. They are like fire ants biting me over and over! I didn’t tell anyone, I swear! She screamed. The only time I ever even mentioned it was to my fake Clair to let her know I was her master! She managed to open her eyes to see Percival in his devilish form. Agh, you idiot! She has the book now doesn’t she!? Loraine closed her eyes, as she couldn’t bear to look at her friend in the face any longer. Yes, she ripped…it out of my body. She could feel the arm that grasped her flowing with anger. Damn! Then that means…. Percival threw her to the ground and none too gently, and proceeded to leave. Loraine opened her eyes in time to see him leave. I will be back for you my friend, he said. Just stay alive until then, okay? I have to save Clair. Loraine managed to smile. Okay. He nodded and left. In the hallway, filled with dust, Loraine couldn’t help but wonder if she was in a dream. One she could feel but not escape. Then she looked back towards the direction that Percival left in. And in that instant her blood froze. Instead of her Perce, she instead saw two hellish looking hounds. They looked like they were inside out, but had teeth everywhere. And they had but one eye, directly under their chest. And both of those eyes were looking at Loraine hungrily. So, this is it huh? I’m going to die here, in a hallway? With not even a happy thought or a good ending? And at this age? It’s not fair! I want to live! I don’t want to die yet. Why else would I have hung on so far!? Forget it; there is no helping it now. Guess the world will never make sense. Except for Clair. She was worth all of this. At least she will live on, even after I fucked up like this. I wish I could have told her just once how I felt. Maybe if I’m lucky ill meet her in the next life. Goodbye. Clair. The ravenous beasts lunged for Loraine and her wonderful bleeding body. They took relish in ripping her wounds wider, pleasure in clawing at her face, and howled in happiness each time she screamed out in pain and agony. They ripped her fingers off first, making sure to take their time with the body. The worked their way to her already bleeding stomach, and feasted on her pulsating intestines. Then they tore her in half from the waist down, and then they had the pleasure to lie in the flood of her blood while they consumed her legs with great malice. Then they made it to her face. Now they were on a time clock, because she could die any second now. They bit and tore off her lips, then took care to rip out every earring ever placed on that face before going to the main course of eating her face. Then, after they had eaten half of her face, the hallway ceiling crumbled and fell on top of the hounds, which caused ones tooth to be speared through a wall, which in turn hit the gas pipe for the cafeteria and because of an ensuing spark from a piece of the ceiling striking the metal tank, a massive domino effect explosion occurred.
The end for Loraine.
Perspective of Percival after his parting with Loraine…
I have to find Clair! I have to find her before that fake does! Damn! How could I be so stupid!! Of course Loraine didn’t make this happen! And now, she….he didn’t want to think about it. If I concentrate on where she is….Percival stood still and focused all his thoughts on Clair. He found her. The second floor classroom! He put on his glasses and returned to normal, then ran up the stairs. Upon reaching the top, he saw his fellow students. Or at least what was left of them. Instead, their mangled bodies molded and formed into a mangled and bleeding puppet. It had a horrendous bubble on its back that seemed to pop and reform, spewing puss and guts with blood each time it did so. Percival smiled and laughed to himself. I guess that little old Percival can’t save the day after all. He took off his glasses and crushed them in his hand, and making sure each shard dug into his hand. He transformed, and he felt a strong urge to scream and bite with his sharp teeth. He nearly teleported to the thing, and with his glass filled hand, ripped the abomination to pieces, and getting his own blue black blood everywhere in the room. About ten minutes later, the thing was dead. Now I can get back to saving Cl-but as soon as he started to think about doing such a thing, an explosion from nowhere caused the second floor to collapse and he was knocked out. Sometime later he awoke, and with sadness continued to Clair’s location. He found her dead and burned and limp body under the rubble of the second floor. But amazingly, her face was still so angelic. The girl who had the soul of an angel. Even father himself had to resist coming after this girl. I almost couldn’t convince him to stop. And now my angel is dead. Something that I wanted to have a body so badly for so long is now dead and burnt in my arms. Why? Why is it that when an angel has been given a physical body that we devils can enjoy, she dies in a fate such as this? Then blind rage consumed him. He felt his cold body run hot, and his vision turned purple. It didn’t matter anymore anyway, so why stay here? He thought. I don’t want to be the lone and helpless survivor anymore. He closed his eyes, and felt himself release.
That day, five blocks surrounding the school in which Clair, Loraine, and Percival attended suddenly and unexplainably burst into hellish flames that could not be quelled. After months of trying, the area was finally quarantined off from the rest of the world and named the undying fire. Hell Blocks.
Perspective of Clair….
Perce, wait! She screamed. She couldn’t catch up. It was too late now. She was now in the school. She thought that she should leave and get help, but then a strange bat like creature came by and blew up the exit. So now Clair was in the school, and wherever she went she had to run another way. Down one hallway, students, and students she knew, were getting smashed by these strange ogre creatures, down another, the bat things were causing demolition. Down another, these horribly ugly dogs were eating people, and down another, she saw the remains of her teachers and classrooms. Then they saw her. She couldn’t run anywhere but upstairs. Luckily for her there were other students up here, and though she didn’t like to admit it, they would be nice substitutes for death instead of her. She ran into her old classroom, the one that once belonged to her teacher by the name of Mr. Hewart. He was absent, and the only other person in the room was a frightened girl shivering in a corner with her head in her lap. She went to her teacher’s desk and hid under it. It was right by the window. Maybe I can jump out, she thought, but then reconsidered when she realized how high up she was. What in the world is going on? She thought. Around an hour later, the screams of her former classmates dying became silent, the beasts left. But then one of those ogres from earlier broke down the door and began to crush the desks, and slammed its giant fists onto the floor, making cracks through it. Then it spotted the shaking girl, and proceeded to brutally beat her to death. Clair tried to block out the shrieks of terror and squeals of agony, but they were just too loud. A wooden shard of what was probably a desk flew under the opening of the desk she was under, and then all fell silent. Then Clair heard sirens outside her window. Police sirens. I’ve got to let them know I’m up here! She thought. Her eyes fell on the wooden shard. Then Clair felt around in her pocket. Come on, please be in there! She thought. She pulled out the fancy pen. Thank you so much Loraine! She whispered. You saved the day. Clair looked under the opening of the desk and saw the thing turned around, as if it was looking for something. This is perfect! She tried to write as lightly as possible with the pen, but it wouldn’t draw ink unless she pressed hard. As she was writing the light came on, and then everything became fast. A gigantic arm smashed the desk down the center, and because Clair had neither good reflexes or expected this, it crushed her left leg. Before she could even scream the hand picked her up and slammed her on the window, pushing her through. Glass fragments speared her in the back of her neck, and then the arm yanked her back in and slammed her onto the floor. For a very brief second she looked up, and could have sworn she saw herself holding a book and laughing at her. The other arm lifted and punched her into the ground, which effectively broke every bone in her body under her sternum. She began to lose consciousness, and then a loud explosion occurred and she was blown into a nearby wall. The second floor crumbled and fell on top of her body. Why? She thought, why did all of this happen?
A friend of a friend sent it to me and I liked it enough to post on here. Apparently the dude wants feedback so let me know what you all think.
Pen
I know what you’re thinking. How can a pen be the symbol of doom? Anything can spell doom, and the smallest folly or mistake on another persons’ part can cost you your very life. Like it did for poor Clair…
Why is it that everyone tries to change each other? People always try to change each other. It’s the nature of the dull to try to change the different. Because unless they make that interestingly different person just like them, then they become the target for the sharks to eat when everyone takes up the new interest. So does this make us leaders or followers of the new wind? No one should care. And no one does either. But anyway, the story…
Meet Clair. She is a cold, uninterested, uninteresting, low self esteemed, visceral, and fearful little fourteen year old girl. The girl is in constant disdain because of her name that has no kind of air about it that is anything like her. Clair is a name that you give to pretty and nice little girls, who grow up with everyone loving them and giving them presents, a likeable person, someone who might wear a dress because she thinks they are comfortable and pretty. It is the total opposite of her. Well, almost. Even though she never liked to think so, she was incredibly beautiful. She had long flowing silky hair, pearly and stainless skin, and bright blue eyes with dark blue ridges trailing from the iris to the pupil, lovely pink lips, long eyelashes, and nearly flawless body. But you would never know this by looking at her first glance. You’d probably have to spend the night at her house and be lucky enough to see her before she went to sleep. Other than that, all you saw was maybe her eyes and eyelashes. Her face was littered with fake earrings because her parents refused to let her get real ones, her hair was always covered by a purple wig (she had to tie her long hair into maybe a hat before it would cover it all the way up) and she wore the loosest baggy jeans and if you were a guy then just plain give up on sneaking a peek at her chest because she always wore two shirts That had to be uncomfortable because she wore the under two sizes too short and the outer two too large. And an almost blacker than the color black hoodie that she donned constantly with pride. And if you thought its okay Ill just settle for her butt, get that out of your head as well. She had an enormous hiker’s book bag that she never took off ever because she is so conscious about her butt (but what girl isn’t?). So of course she had no one really that liked her. And because of her sour personality the teachers automatically assumed that she was a smarty pants who thought she knew everything. The only two who she even considered slightly friends was a loud Goth girl named Loraine and an extremely quiet nerd boy named Percival. Perhaps they were united by their uncharacteristic and bland names? Or perhaps it was because Percival somehow still had a crush on Clair and Loraine couldn’t find anyone else who would listen to her constant crud on how life is dark and horrible, and secretly she was a lesbian who also somehow liked Clair? It was nearly obvious though. She always gave her small gifts claiming that she always gets the gifts from her father and since she was dark she didn’t need them, but this was a lie. Well in a way. The gifts were from her father, and for her, but she didn’t give them away because she thought they didn’t suit her. Her father was in prison for raping her when she was just ten because he was drunk and noticed she was really developing early and couldn’t find his wife. But by the time he came to his senses he had already violated his daughter in every possible way, and that is a very literal translation. But instead of going into those horrible details about her premature holes and her learning about toys and swallowing things she shouldn’t have known for a long time, let’s just leave it at that set the basis for her future secret lesbianism. Anyway, he works himself to the bone to earn a little small change to give to his wife, who uses the money to get her something as some twisted sorry for making you a Goth girl who had to get an abortion at ten. Needless to say she didn’t care about them and lately found that instead of just using the presents to make her smores and burn her iron for herself engravings to make the child she had to kill happy. And today she had a new one. But before that, let’s describe Percival. Percival was a geek. At least, that’s what people thought because he was quiet and did his work and was kind of skinny and wore coke bottle glasses. But it was a ruse. The boy was really an outspoken, maybe insane child who didn’t really go home until he was tired and ready to go to bed. His family hated his guts for no apparent reason and he knew he had an anger problem, so he went off and cut some trees down and bought some 2x4’s to make himself a little shed in which he hung his dead squirrels that were run over in the street and his snakes and frogs he killed with his own hands. He also practiced with a machete and throwing knives he got from his uncle and kept in his huge and heavy book bag the other kids thought was filled with books and work. So at any random time all of the children’s teasing and irritation could turn into blind rage and he could kill at least 53 people in a surprise attack and get away with it by stabbing himself and cutting his arm, thus becoming a victim of some guy he made up and get off scot free written off as the only survivor. Everyone would believe him because he was the quiet nerd boy who did his work and was so passive and easily frightened. He didn’t even need those glasses he wore. He just thought they felt nice as an extra weight to his face, and would hide the glare that he always tried to hide. He was going to go through with his plan to kill and get away with it, but then he met Clair. No matter how much she was picked on she never really gave any sign of caring. And he could see her perfection beyond her body. She was smart, and unique, and so different in this world that seemed to be so bland and tasteless. He quickly fell in love with her and tried to become close to her. But he couldn’t just talk to her like he wanted. He might get too excited and tell her everything about himself, and that could be bad. Maybe she wasn’t like him, maybe she’d reject him. But either way he was going to observe her. And soon he began to carve the squirrel bones that had no more flesh left on them into a likeness of her. One bone at a time. So far, he has carved over one thousand, two hundred ninety seven bones, and has gotten as far as her two shin bones. But it was not perfect enough though! He needed to find a way to expose her legs. Or just get her alone and try to get her to swim with him. But it would never happen. While he was lost in his thoughts of obsession over her, Loraine was giving Clair her latest gift. Here, she said, trying not to blush and be as mean and rude with her thrust as possible. What is it today? Asked Clair. It’s just the latest attempt from my parents to make me a lighter human being. Huh? It’s a pen. Yeah so? Said Loraine. It’s really special. It lights up when you write with it and it has glossy ink. Okay, thanks Lora. I’ll use it every day in my English class. Loraine tried to suppress her smile and did so successfully, but only by twisting her nose and looking irritated, which drew an apology from Clair. Percival was watching the entire event unfold with glassy eyes, as he was still trying to devise a way to see her legs. Hey Percy do you have any snack money that you wouldn’t mind giving for me? Asked Clair. I’d like to get a bag of skittles. This quickly snapped him out of his thoughts and caused him to blush as he shook his head. Oh shits I really wanted to taste the rainbow...... Its fine C if you want some skittles, said Loraine my mom gave me some extra cash for no reason. I can buy you like three bags. This earned her an unseen glare from Percival, and he started to think of ways to hurt her. Cool, said Clair, that way we can all get some without me sharing. No thanks, said Loraine, I’m too dark to eat something so bright right now. Percival quickly shook his head too, probably out of competition reasons. Then just get what you want then, said Clair. Instead of arguing any further, the three just wordlessly went on their way to the snack machine. It’s worth mentioning that all three of them were skipping together out in the open and nothing happened to them. See, since Loraine and Clair were with Ol Percy the geek, no one ever bothered to think they were skipping. That and the fact that the teachers were actually happy to be rid of Clair and Loraine, since they were to different to control, and every time they were in class it seemed as if the other students just got even more aggressive and uncontrollable than usual. So instead of getting punished, the teachers were extra nice when they skipped, and they’re principal was too apathetic to notice that he was seeing the same three children every week. It even got to a point where Loraine felt the need to smile really big and shake his hand whenever they passed each other. He even knew their names. And today was no different. So they passed right by him again as he vigilantly patrolled the hallways for any poor students who didn’t have enough sense to go to class. They went by the gym and then the wonderful snack room. Gee Perce, teased Loraine, how great is it that you are a living hall pass? He just shrugged but in his head the flames of hell was only kept at bay by the fact that he knew she was kidding. As a matter of fact, he did consider Loraine his friend, but her comments just had a sting that got under his skin. Lately it’s been burning a little more than usual, but he just guessed it was from hormones. And there was also something about Loraine… like a scent that hooked your nose and told you that you were in love. Of course he ignored it, but there was something about her that awakened something in him. Yay skittles!! Exclaimed Clair. Why is it the only time we ever see you with any kind of lifelike happiness is when you are eating candy? Sulked Loraine. It’s like you only are alive when you eat candy. Clair, who wasn’t really listening because she was lost in the rainbow only turned around to give her a blank look as a reply. Loraine recognized the look immediately and just moved forward to just make her purchase from the snack machine. Looking over the selection, she decided on some sour tarts. As she bent down, she noticed that Percival was looking at her with an interest she’d never seen before, and it made her horribly uncomfortable, so she hurried up, assuming it was something about her body and turned around. So whatcha getting Perce? He moved forward to Loraine, who backed up slightly, and held out his hand for her to produce a dollar. She only looked at him at stood there for an uncomfortable two minutes while Clair stayed in rainbow heaven. They just stood there staring at each other. Then, for the brief second that Loraine was able to think about other thoughts, she realized that he just wanted a dollar. He suppressed a very strong urge to laugh in her face because of her shocked reaction at him just standing there. He grabbed the dollar, and involuntarily grabbed her hand. He blushed and turned quickly to get some kind of snack from the machine, much to the relief of Loraine, who started to shake with confusion and embarrassment. He chose a fruit rollup. So there they all stood. Clair, looking like a puppy that just got her favorite doggy treat, Loraine looking off into the distance with the sour tarts in her hand that she didn’t bother opening, and Percival in a small trance from the fruit rollup, lost in the ripping movement of his head and mouth, and looking at the stretchy candy and imagining it as candy squirrel meat. Halfway through her bag, Clair noticed that the bell rung a few minutes ago, and that she had a test to take. So she thanked Loraine and said bye to Percy and ran off, leaving the two alone. They only looked at each other for a minute, and then Loraine spoke. We have the next class together, don’t we? She asked. He nodded. Do we have anything important to do today? He shrugged. We uh, should go then, huh? He shook his head. Or we can just keep hanging out until school is over-if you are okay with that. She stood there dumbfounded, and could just stand there with her mouth open as a reply. She had known him for four years , and the most that she had ever heard him speak was to either answer role call or to mutter his mandatory assignment the sadistic teachers made them read out in front of the class, and that barely counts because his mutters would always be suppressed by the obnoxious children who threw paper at him and laughed overly loud for nothing that was funny. So it was more accurate to say seeing his lips move. She thought that he had SSD (social society disorder). If you don’t feel like it, then let’s go to class, said Percival. Even though she was shocked to hear him speak a second time, she quickly snapped out of it and said something. No, I don’t want to go to class. It’s just not often that I hear your voice is all. That’s because there is always someone else talking, said Percival, and I’d rather listen. Now that Clair is gone, the only two left who can talk is you and I, and I don’t think you can read my mind. Well, what do you want to do then? Well, said he, we can leave school and go to this shack I made. I think you may like it there. O-okay…, stuttered Loraine, why do you want to go all the way out there? He looked at her with an evil look and took off his glasses. Because I think now that you and I have a lot in common. He smiled and continued; also I want to show you something. What would that be? She said. What do you think it is? He asked. Well, I don’t know… He glared at her then put his glasses back on. Never mind, I was mistaken. You wouldn’t like it. This puzzled her so she of course retaliated. What do you mean you were mistaken!? He just shrugged and pointed to class. This pissed her off. She grabbed his shoulder and swung him around. What did you want to show me!? Someone as insecure as you isn’t someone who I want in my shed. Forget it. He straightened his glasses and removed her hand, leaving her looking frustrated and sad. I’m not insecure I’m just cautious when someone suddenly just tells me that they want to take me to a shed they made! He looked at her again, and his coke bottle glasses shined in the light so she couldn’t see his eyes. If you really want to go, then let’s do it tomorrow. It just occurred to me that I need to clean the place up. No, take me today, she said. Please Perce? Okay Then Lora, said Percival, I’ll take you now.
Meanwhile…
What do you mean that I’m too late to take the test!? I’m sorry Miss Clair Lien, but you came after the bell rang. But so did Kaitlin and you let her in! Exclaimed Clair. She informed me she would be late ahead of time. Kaitlin looked up with pearly eyes. No I didn’t Mr. Glands. Look here, I’m the teacher and I say you are too late. If you have a problem with that, maybe you should take it up with the principal. This is bullshit! Mr. Glands pulled Clair to the side and closed the door. His voice lowered and his expression became less serious and more playful and beads of sweat appeared on the side of his face as if he’d been working out. Look, he said, you and I both know that whenever you are around class is hell. I’ll give you an A on the test, just go away. Clair looked at him with disgust. That’s not fair. Mr. Glands looked less playful and angrier. Okay then, how about you stop being a whiny bitch and accept the truth. You know I’m not lying and I’ve already gone through enough today. Now leave before I change my mind about your grade. Clair’s entire expression changed. Got you! She thought. Alright you fat ass, she said, I was tired of taking your shit every day anyhow for things I didn’t do. You can’t talk to me li-Oh but I can, cut in Clair. You see, I’ve taped everything you have been saying to me all year. I already nailed all of my other teachers, and all I needed from you was a bribe to get you indefinitely. She then produced a small tape recorder on the strap of her book bag. Then fake tears formed in her eyes. Mr. Glands, why did you have to curse at me all the time? She said. Then Clair stepped back and let out an evil cackle. So here’s what is going to happen from now on. You will make sure I came to school every day and make sure that you give me work. But I won’t turn it in. Instead, you will give me an A or B on every assignment, and I won’t come to class. See? In a way we both win. You don’t have to see me anymore, and I don’t have to deal with your or anybody else’s bullshit for being alive. Do you understand Mr. Glands? Or do you need to hear this from the school board? Mr. Glands just stood there for a minute, nodded, and went to his classroom and closed his door. Clair smiled, then tightened her hiker’s bag, pulled out her half eaten bag of skittles, and decided to go home.
So this is your shed huh? Asked Loraine, looking around, half with wonder, half with surprised shock of how much she liked it. Yes. Why are their dead animals hanging from the ceiling Perce? She asked. Because I killed them and put them there as trophies. Okaay… Well what did you want to show me then? Oh yeah, I apologize, I enjoyed your reaction. He threw his book bag on the floor, which landed with a huge thud. Damn Perce you should learn how to use a locker. He didn’t say anything, just bent down and unzipped his bag and pulled out two Machetes and three throwing knives. Loraine’s eyes widened and she almost screamed. What the hell is that in your bag for!? Percival looked at her blankly. It’s always been in there. He then raised the Machete and started to walk towards her. Loraine started to panic. W-w-what are y-you going to d-do with that huh? He stood right in front of her. He looked at her with a smile. She lost control of her legs, which gave out, and she fell in a sort of clump on the floor. His eyes glowed a slight red, and through the slight openings in the wall sunlight gleamed in on the machete and made it shine a wonderful silver hue. He swung down with all his might. Only a small scream escaped… then silence, then the sound of wind catching another swing, followed by a thud, followed by the sound of dragging. The kind that only sounds when something like cloth catches on a wooden floor.
During this time…
Clair was walking home with her blackest hood on. Her bag of skittles demolished, she was left to her bothersome thoughts. The ones about oh why am I so different and how much everyone hates me kind of thoughts. Then her thoughts wondered on to Loraine. She pulled out her pen. Why is she always giving me stuff like this? She wondered. It’s not like I really need it either. She simply shrugged it off and kept walking, thinking about her now complete victory over her teachers. Life might at least be a little less boring…. Now I can just relax
Oh the irony of how wrong she was. And all because of a stupid pen that glows when you write.
What the fuck is the matter with you Percival!? Shrieked Loraine. I thought you wanted to kill me or something. I never said that I was going to do that, said he. He ignored the rest of her wailing while he pulled a large square shaped object out of the hole in the floor wrapped in an old cotton blanket covered in dirt and a few bugs. He looked into her eyes and she fell silent. This, he said, is what I wanted to show you. He dragged the blanket across the floor, ignoring the wood that was getting caught on the cotton and proceeded to unwrap it. Inside was a very large (and apparently heavy) book covered with rusty ivory and nearly shredded leather. What is it? She said. It is the first one, he answered shortly. The first what? She asked, curiosity eating away at her soul like a burning desire for revenge. Let me ask you something, he said. Do you believe in the supernatural? She nodded. Then you are a fool, he said. There is nothing supernatural, only natural things meant to be less natural and explainable then others. Okay, she said, but what does that have to do with this book? And why didn’t we just go to your house instead of way out here? Why keep it here? Because my family hates me, he said. Before I was born, my mother had visions every day for nine months. Visions of how the child she would soon have would grow up to be an anti-Christ. She even was going to attempt to get me aborted, but my red benefactor made her bedridden. Then when she had a doctor visit her, she was told that if she even attempted it, all of her organs would fail and she would die as well. And the desire to live is much better than the desire to serve a silent father who didn’t see fit to protect her from me entering her womb. Oh come on Perce, she said sarcastically, YOU are the anti-Christ? Then how come you aren’t all super evil and what in the world does that have to do with this book? I am what you would call an anti-Christ, but I’m not THE anti-Christ like you are thinking. There are many of his children in this world, and we all get to choose. I’m too lazy and uninterested to do what he wants all the time. Anyway, you can understand why my family hates me now. And before she could ask again he put up a hand and continued. And the importance of this book is that this is a book for summoning the things you would call supernatural. And I am giving it to you. She just sat there for a minute, wondering what to do next, and then thought of a reply. Prove it, she said. Gladly. Look into my eyes. He then leaned so close to her face that his nose touched hers. As she looked into his eyes, she saw nothing. Just a faint glow. So as she leaned back, she was prepared to just say she didn’t see anything. But she couldn’t say anything. She could only stare in wonder, wondering why she wasn’t horrified. Percival, the little geek kid who everyone picked on was the anti-Christ. His normally short matted brown hair had turned jet black, and his hair looked unkempt and the length changed from barely going past his ears to midway down his back. His ears had a slight curl in the lobe, and were slightly yellowish around the edges. His eyes, usually a bland hazel, turned into a shiny and sinister emerald green with a purplish glow around the edge of the pupil. Black bags appeared under his eyes like someone who hasn’t slept in months. His eyelashes were a dank purple, like the side of a weathered building. He unbuttoned his shirt at the top to reveal a deep black scar on his collarbone that was a circle with three curved lines protruding from the top and bottom edges. His hands, which she kind of thought looked frail, were now filled with veins colored blue through the hand and hair formed on the back of his hands. His nails were long, greenish yellow, and curved like an eagle’s claw. Loraine looked up, now able to break her amazement, and then thought of something. Wait a minute. Why are you giving me that book and how am I supposed to carry that home? That is a very simple question to answer, he said. I am giving it to you because we are friends, and I feel like we are the same, you and I. With that book, you will be able to make whatever you want to do your bidding and for your amusement. As for the size... he gestured with his hand, I don’t think it will be a problem. Loraine glanced at the book. Its enormous size had shrunken down to that of a small novel. But there is a catch to using it, he said. You cannot give it to anyone else or tell anyone else about it. She nodded. She picked up the book, and it sunk into her skin with a slight tingling. She looked back at Percival and was relieved to find that he had returned to normal. Well, that’s all. Thanks Perce, she said, now how do I make things again? You were not listening were you? He asked. Who could listen to anything with a devil near them, she thought. Of course I was. I just have to think of anything right? Yes, he said, anything you desire. Loraine thought. I’m going to go try it out now. He put on his coke bottle glasses and waved her goodbye.
Late that night…
Clair had burned a dinner she tried to make. It was chicken Alfredo. She sulked as she ate her burned dinner and went to sleep.
Percival killed another frog, then, after carving out the newest prepared squirrel bones, thought about where to put them and how to fashion a kneecap. He decided to just try when he was less tired and went to his home where his parents said nothing to him and he said nothing in return, just went to his room and fell asleep on his old bed surrounded by the dust in an unused room.
Loraine thought hard about what she wanted. She decided to make something. When her creation was complete, she told the creation its purpose and how it came to exist.
That night, Loraine slept in a bed next to a Clair that wasn’t Clair.
The next day…
Clair woke up disoriented. Today felt like a blah day. She almost didn’t go, but decided that school was something to do, so she got up and put on her normal attire. She skipped breakfast, and stumbled to school half asleep. She blurred her way through her first two classes, and then went to the meeting spot where she usually met with her friends. But Loraine wasn’t present. And Percival looked troubled the entire time. After about half an hour of silent waiting, an explosion was heard near the lunchroom, and screams were following close behind. It seemed as if the entire school was under chaos in seconds. Windows shattered; cars started up and crashed into each other. People rampaged and stomped over each other. And some people were injured and crying or dead and bleeding it out on the sidewalks and doorways. Clair turned to grab Percival and leave, but only turned in time to see his blur run past her into the chaos. Clair couldn’t even hear herself as she screamed and ran after him into the building.
Perspective of Loraine…
Why is this happening? WHY!? Loraine stared around at the chaos that she caused. Just last night it was fun and she had the night of her life. Her greatest wish, to have Clair sleep by her was fulfilled. The next morning, she told the fake Clair to wait for her in her room to come home. But the Clair wouldn’t listen. She followed her outside of the house, and down the street. So she went back home and put a hat and a pair of sunglasses on her. Then she cut her hair to shoulder length and put a blue hooded jacket on her. She also made sure to put on makeup and black lipstick. Maybe I can get away with saying that she is my cousin, she thought. But the fake Clair looked up, confused. But I am not your cousin, I am Clair. Loraine, not believing what she just heard, she ignored it and they went to school. Her excuse seemed to work, but then she had to meet up with Clair-the real Clair, and Percival. But it seemed as if the fake could read her thoughts. What do you mean, the real Clair? The girl that I made you after, she explained. There’s no way I could fool her, and even more so than that Perce would definitely know what I had done. Fake Clair stared on and then closed her eyes. Then she lunged out her arm and dug her arm deep into Loraine’s stomach, and pulling out the book, causing her mouth to screw up in a painful expression, and coughing up blood slightly and immediately. If this is what made me, then I will kill every person here and make a new world of people. That way we so called fakes would become real. Clair closed her eyes and immediately hideous creatures appeared. Ogres and dogs without fur with gummy red skin and bats that flew about and screamed; immediately causing explosions in the hallway near the lunchroom where she was. Destruction of the surrounding walls, and an even bigger bang, probably the gas pipe. Nothing really mattered anymore. I am going to die, she thought. There were a few distant screams that were ignored and her vision began to blur. Oh god, I’m going to die! Unable to look at the squiggly world anymore, she closed her eyes and fell to the ground. The pain was horrible. She felt the flaps of her belly’s remains in her hands, and she was sure that her intestines were hanging out as well. Her body clenched up, and she felt something warm on her right arm. She tried to breath, but then a horrible sense of nausea overcame her and her throat became filled with her blood. As it gushed out her mouth like boiling hot water in a frozen pipe, preventing even the slightest air from seeping through. No oxygen... No life. Loraine lost consciousness. It’s all over. Loraine opened her eyes. The wreckage of the hallway was filled with pieces of the walls and dust. I can’t breathe, she thought. I have to try to get out of here. Her arms felt like anvils. She made her way across the floor, trying to ignore the pain of her wound ripping across the shattered bricks. Her vision was still blurry, but she could make out a bright light. It took nearly ten minutes, with her slightly losing consciousness In between and stopping to cough up more blood. She made it to the bright object, and noticed it was much smaller. She was by a hole in the wall, one small enough for her to lose hope. Then she looked down to cry, then saw something. Oh my god that’s an arm! She thought. She tried to get away, but she was too tired to get anywhere and landed face first on the arm. She fainted. Wake up, Loraine. Come on, wake up! Loraine couldn’t open her eyes, but recognized the voice. Perce? What’s going on? I think you know, he said coldly. I warned you to tell no one about that book. But I didn’t, she said, just made something. You mean that fake Clair? I killed it. Don’t worry. Where’s the real Clair? She jumbled out. I’m….. Not sure. What do you mean… you aren’t sure where she is? I ran off into the school as soon as the chaos erupted. She didn’t even see me leave. But don’t worry about her she will be fine. I don’t think that she followed me into the school. Then Percival suddenly made his voice stern. More importantly, why did you tell someone about the book? I warned you that if you told anyone about the book that it would be bad. Loraine could barely respond. I… didn’t tell anyone….I didn’t. Percival reached a sharp nailed hand out and grabbed Loraine’s shoulder and pulled her up so she faced him. Don’t fuck with me right now! He snarled. Who did you tell about the fucking book! His nails are digging into my shoulder, she thought. They are like fire ants biting me over and over! I didn’t tell anyone, I swear! She screamed. The only time I ever even mentioned it was to my fake Clair to let her know I was her master! She managed to open her eyes to see Percival in his devilish form. Agh, you idiot! She has the book now doesn’t she!? Loraine closed her eyes, as she couldn’t bear to look at her friend in the face any longer. Yes, she ripped…it out of my body. She could feel the arm that grasped her flowing with anger. Damn! Then that means…. Percival threw her to the ground and none too gently, and proceeded to leave. Loraine opened her eyes in time to see him leave. I will be back for you my friend, he said. Just stay alive until then, okay? I have to save Clair. Loraine managed to smile. Okay. He nodded and left. In the hallway, filled with dust, Loraine couldn’t help but wonder if she was in a dream. One she could feel but not escape. Then she looked back towards the direction that Percival left in. And in that instant her blood froze. Instead of her Perce, she instead saw two hellish looking hounds. They looked like they were inside out, but had teeth everywhere. And they had but one eye, directly under their chest. And both of those eyes were looking at Loraine hungrily. So, this is it huh? I’m going to die here, in a hallway? With not even a happy thought or a good ending? And at this age? It’s not fair! I want to live! I don’t want to die yet. Why else would I have hung on so far!? Forget it; there is no helping it now. Guess the world will never make sense. Except for Clair. She was worth all of this. At least she will live on, even after I fucked up like this. I wish I could have told her just once how I felt. Maybe if I’m lucky ill meet her in the next life. Goodbye. Clair. The ravenous beasts lunged for Loraine and her wonderful bleeding body. They took relish in ripping her wounds wider, pleasure in clawing at her face, and howled in happiness each time she screamed out in pain and agony. They ripped her fingers off first, making sure to take their time with the body. The worked their way to her already bleeding stomach, and feasted on her pulsating intestines. Then they tore her in half from the waist down, and then they had the pleasure to lie in the flood of her blood while they consumed her legs with great malice. Then they made it to her face. Now they were on a time clock, because she could die any second now. They bit and tore off her lips, then took care to rip out every earring ever placed on that face before going to the main course of eating her face. Then, after they had eaten half of her face, the hallway ceiling crumbled and fell on top of the hounds, which caused ones tooth to be speared through a wall, which in turn hit the gas pipe for the cafeteria and because of an ensuing spark from a piece of the ceiling striking the metal tank, a massive domino effect explosion occurred.
The end for Loraine.
Perspective of Percival after his parting with Loraine…
I have to find Clair! I have to find her before that fake does! Damn! How could I be so stupid!! Of course Loraine didn’t make this happen! And now, she….he didn’t want to think about it. If I concentrate on where she is….Percival stood still and focused all his thoughts on Clair. He found her. The second floor classroom! He put on his glasses and returned to normal, then ran up the stairs. Upon reaching the top, he saw his fellow students. Or at least what was left of them. Instead, their mangled bodies molded and formed into a mangled and bleeding puppet. It had a horrendous bubble on its back that seemed to pop and reform, spewing puss and guts with blood each time it did so. Percival smiled and laughed to himself. I guess that little old Percival can’t save the day after all. He took off his glasses and crushed them in his hand, and making sure each shard dug into his hand. He transformed, and he felt a strong urge to scream and bite with his sharp teeth. He nearly teleported to the thing, and with his glass filled hand, ripped the abomination to pieces, and getting his own blue black blood everywhere in the room. About ten minutes later, the thing was dead. Now I can get back to saving Cl-but as soon as he started to think about doing such a thing, an explosion from nowhere caused the second floor to collapse and he was knocked out. Sometime later he awoke, and with sadness continued to Clair’s location. He found her dead and burned and limp body under the rubble of the second floor. But amazingly, her face was still so angelic. The girl who had the soul of an angel. Even father himself had to resist coming after this girl. I almost couldn’t convince him to stop. And now my angel is dead. Something that I wanted to have a body so badly for so long is now dead and burnt in my arms. Why? Why is it that when an angel has been given a physical body that we devils can enjoy, she dies in a fate such as this? Then blind rage consumed him. He felt his cold body run hot, and his vision turned purple. It didn’t matter anymore anyway, so why stay here? He thought. I don’t want to be the lone and helpless survivor anymore. He closed his eyes, and felt himself release.
That day, five blocks surrounding the school in which Clair, Loraine, and Percival attended suddenly and unexplainably burst into hellish flames that could not be quelled. After months of trying, the area was finally quarantined off from the rest of the world and named the undying fire. Hell Blocks.
Perspective of Clair….
Perce, wait! She screamed. She couldn’t catch up. It was too late now. She was now in the school. She thought that she should leave and get help, but then a strange bat like creature came by and blew up the exit. So now Clair was in the school, and wherever she went she had to run another way. Down one hallway, students, and students she knew, were getting smashed by these strange ogre creatures, down another, the bat things were causing demolition. Down another, these horribly ugly dogs were eating people, and down another, she saw the remains of her teachers and classrooms. Then they saw her. She couldn’t run anywhere but upstairs. Luckily for her there were other students up here, and though she didn’t like to admit it, they would be nice substitutes for death instead of her. She ran into her old classroom, the one that once belonged to her teacher by the name of Mr. Hewart. He was absent, and the only other person in the room was a frightened girl shivering in a corner with her head in her lap. She went to her teacher’s desk and hid under it. It was right by the window. Maybe I can jump out, she thought, but then reconsidered when she realized how high up she was. What in the world is going on? She thought. Around an hour later, the screams of her former classmates dying became silent, the beasts left. But then one of those ogres from earlier broke down the door and began to crush the desks, and slammed its giant fists onto the floor, making cracks through it. Then it spotted the shaking girl, and proceeded to brutally beat her to death. Clair tried to block out the shrieks of terror and squeals of agony, but they were just too loud. A wooden shard of what was probably a desk flew under the opening of the desk she was under, and then all fell silent. Then Clair heard sirens outside her window. Police sirens. I’ve got to let them know I’m up here! She thought. Her eyes fell on the wooden shard. Then Clair felt around in her pocket. Come on, please be in there! She thought. She pulled out the fancy pen. Thank you so much Loraine! She whispered. You saved the day. Clair looked under the opening of the desk and saw the thing turned around, as if it was looking for something. This is perfect! She tried to write as lightly as possible with the pen, but it wouldn’t draw ink unless she pressed hard. As she was writing the light came on, and then everything became fast. A gigantic arm smashed the desk down the center, and because Clair had neither good reflexes or expected this, it crushed her left leg. Before she could even scream the hand picked her up and slammed her on the window, pushing her through. Glass fragments speared her in the back of her neck, and then the arm yanked her back in and slammed her onto the floor. For a very brief second she looked up, and could have sworn she saw herself holding a book and laughing at her. The other arm lifted and punched her into the ground, which effectively broke every bone in her body under her sternum. She began to lose consciousness, and then a loud explosion occurred and she was blown into a nearby wall. The second floor crumbled and fell on top of her body. Why? She thought, why did all of this happen?
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PARAGRAPHS. Make use of them!
I didn't even BOTHER due to the horrible structure. Your friend REALLY needs to work on that, because that can instantly turn someone away from reading your story.
EDIT: HE DIDN'T USE ANY QUOTATION MARKS AT ALL?
Wow. Your friend really, really needs practice.
I didn't even BOTHER due to the horrible structure. Your friend REALLY needs to work on that, because that can instantly turn someone away from reading your story.
EDIT: HE DIDN'T USE ANY QUOTATION MARKS AT ALL?
Wow. Your friend really, really needs practice.
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Man...
All I can say is, get your friend to fix his structure. I got half-way through the third paragraph and just went "Fuck it". Reading is supposed to be an enjoyable experience, not difficult to the point where the reader has to strain their eyes to read that wall of text. So tell your friend to fix his structure and punctuation and maybe start new paragraph for conversation. Also start new paragraph when your introducing something new.
Like so:
All I can say is, get your friend to fix his structure. I got half-way through the third paragraph and just went "Fuck it". Reading is supposed to be an enjoyable experience, not difficult to the point where the reader has to strain their eyes to read that wall of text. So tell your friend to fix his structure and punctuation and maybe start new paragraph for conversation. Also start new paragraph when your introducing something new.
Like so:
Spoiler:
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Blank_Zai wrote...
Man...All I can say is, get your friend to fix his structure. I got half-way through the third paragraph and just went "Fuck it". Reading is supposed to be an enjoyable experience, not difficult to the point where the reader has to strain their eyes to read that wall of text. So tell your friend to fix his structure and punctuation and maybe start new paragraph for conversation. Also start new paragraph when your introducing something new.
Like so:
Spoiler:
i second this to da death reading is supposed to be FUN, not eye soaring D:
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Scion in chains
The Forgotten Faggot
Oh sorry it was a file from like notepad or something and I just copied and pasted. I forgot to space it out.