Ok this is my first story. No one has read it yet soooo what do you guys think of it?
In the city of St.Joe, nothing interesting really happens. Gangs are rare. I lived happily here ever since I was a baby. My family always lived on a hill for many reasons. Names Shile. I’m 13 currently and loving it. I don’t do much besides play games and chill at my friend’s houses. I’m average for height and weight.
Things changed drastically as I was forced against my own will into an organization. Underground I should say. This is my story about this unknown organization. Follow closely and try to understand everything I say. Some of it will be confusing so bear with me.
My body cringed as I slept through a nightmare. Demons charged me with contorted faces, mouths a gap, Fire around me begun to die out as I ran like hell through the forests looking for any help at all. I tripped and stumbled but I recovered quickly for I did not want to die here or now. My minds only focused on running and not think about pain. I could hear the voices behind me speaking in devil tongue. I caught a word that I did not want to hear. Devour. I came to a cliff edge and stopped.
My eyes widened with fear as I soon realized, I’m going to die. I dared to slowly turn around and faced death in the eye. Trees burned as demons rushed past them, eyes locked on me. Suddenly a feeling of adrenaline rushed through me and I sprinted towards the growing army of hell. My mind was blank as I ran. Only a faint one shown through the darkness. Why? Why am I doing this? Random questions ran through my head. All of a sudden. My mind went blank again.
I swayed back and fourth as Demons nailed me with everything they had. My body finally fell backwards and I felt nothing to hold me up. I fell through the air…. feeling nothing but guilt and sorrow. My whole life, flashed before my eyes. My ex, my friends, my family…everything. The one that stood out the most was my ex. She was trying to get to me in my mind.
I felt her cold, soft skin touch my face and we kissed. She faded away and then photos flashed through my mind. One by one. Of each event that happened in my life. They wouldn’t stop. Instead they sped up and I neared the ground.
I felt the sharp pain as I awake and fell off my bed onto the blue carpet. I opened my eyes and rubbed the back of my head while my eyes adjusted to the dim lamp light. I glanced at my alarm clock. 7:30 A.M. God dammit, I woke up this early on a Saturday? I was still :):):):)ed at the fact I have awaken this early. Sun wasn’t even up, but oh well.
Maybe I can still catch the sun rise view in a little bit, I thought to myself. I got up slowly so that way the blood and air won’t rush to my head as fast. Vision was a little blurry from the hit I took. I slapped the alarm button as soon as I heard the faintest of the annoying beeping the damned thing made. It gets you awake though. Well for me anyways. While I clicked the off button of the alarm I was thinking my plan of day over.
My brother was still asleep in which I have no clue how he could sleep through that annoying beeping alarm. Actually I think it’s my fault for even setting the alarm. I walked across my room and look for any clothes I could wear. I felt a needle like object pushing through the skin of my bottom foot as I walked. Come to find out… it was a tack. Should’ve picked those up while I was cleaning the room, I said to myself.
I think I’m going insane by how much I talk to myself or something, and I sure as hell don’t want to be in a padded room in an asylum. Although… I want to be in one of those just for the hell of it. I found some clothes in the oblivion of other clothes and took a 10 minute shower, got dressed for the day. Can’t forget deodorant; number one essential.
Anyways, my shower was done so all I had to do was wait for my hair to dry which takes forever for some odd reason. While my hair dried I got on a game and played for a while. I made sure to turn down the volume on my T.V. so the blazing guns and exploding shells wouldn’t wake my brother or the house. I played Chrome Hounds for a while and kicked some people’s :):):):):). Wasn’t hard but they used HEAT seekers… little cheaters.
Talked a little more trash and blew :):):):) up, finally got bored and turned it off. My ears were hurting from the people that talked online… god I hate little kids who think their god awesome. Just want to kill them and I don’t know why. Oh well their probably well thousand miles away from where I live. So I sat there in my chair and decided to get on the computer because I know I haven’t checked my e-mail in a while.
I’m dashing through the door when I see some shadow near the window. I was petrified for a second but I got over it and turned on the computer. The humming sound always is annoying. Our last computer sounded like a lawn mower when starting up oh my god. As I waited and since I don’t believe in god, I hoped that my family doesn’t wake up.
Finally the screen pops up and since our sound system was broken it didn’t make that annoying welcome intro audio thing. My computer hummed like crazy but died down as the processor processed everything and I had to click out of msn, aim, and some myspace IM thing. Well I decided not to close out of MSN for the reason being that’s what I was going to check my mail.
I typed in my password and waited while it connected with the server. The window popped up for the mail and today news and stuff. I clicked on mail and it said I had 30 unread messages. Their probably all ads, is what I thought. So what good is it when you have stupid ads clogging up your mail box so I took this chance and clicked on the inbox link.
Didn’t see the junk mail because I had 11 of those and the trash can was 50 messages. As I deleted the whole inbox and junk folder, I went to the trash can to delete them all fully. A message caught my eye. It was blank, no return address or anything. I deleted the rest and left that one untouched.
Who the hell would send a blank subject message, I wandered as I moved the message to the desktop. A few minutes passed by and it was 8:30. I ignored it and went on the internet to talk to people about strategies on games, or just to talk about normal life. Talked for an hour to people, screwed around on paint, and played some Halo CE.
For some reason my mind always raced back to that mysterious message. God now it was :):):):)ing me off just sitting there on my desktop screen. I told everyone I had to go, and closed paint, and looked at the message icon. I heard sometimes people play pranks and when you open a message, a ghost of a girl with no eyes pops out.
I’m not scared of it anymore because I know ghosts are real but I mean come on. I clicked on the icon once, and got some water out of the refrigerator. I double clicked on the icon.
Heading: Blank Subject
Date: December 15, 2006
Dear Mr. Shile
Once you get done reading this message, scrap it. No one will find this message because we already know you have a program that can scrap everything that is pointless to use.
As you’re probably wondering who the hell sent this to you, names Fall3n. I specifically told my recruiters to not send you a message so I wanted to do it myself. Think of it as an honor. Well… hell you probably never heard of me.
I have studied your every move. I haven’t actually seen you fight or any of my Specters haven’t. But I know you got some potential. On some Friday’s I noticed you carry a knife with you every time you go to the movies with your little friends.
Yes I know about your friends, some are just plain jack :):):):):). Some you can trust. Some you can’t.
Let me get to the point. Have you ever wondered why this world is? Why the universe is created? I asked the same question every time I go to sleep. I’m atheist as well as you are. Believing in something that will make you a slave is pointless. So why die for it?
I’m 14 just as you are. Well your 13.
Ok lets make this quick. When you go to the field in behind one of your friend’s house at exactly 3:30 on Sunday which is tomorrow, go to the middle of it. You will find two people dressed in black. Their faces won’t be covered but you’ll very easily be intimidated by them. They will ask you to follow them, don’t be a pansy and back out.
They will instruct you to go down a tunnel. There will be a skate board and a head light. Follow the tunnel and take a right. Then a left, and don’t go to fast or you’ll drop down a hole. Go down the hole and wait there.
Thank you for your time as you read this. I know you’ll be watching more around you because you already do. Most people don’t have that kind of mind. But I’m sure you’ll be ready for this.
End of Brief: Deletion.
My mind wandered at this unusual message. I leaned back and looked at the window. I saw another shadow run across the deck. So this is what he is talking about, I smiled. I remembered all the details the message told me, Location, time, everything. The thing that crept me out most was the last paragraph.
Thank you for your time as you read this. I know you’ll be watching more around you because you already do. Most people don’t have that kind of mind. But I’m sure you’ll be ready for this.
Well I guess it wouldn’t be creepy. Just odd for one so… weird I guess? Well it’s not really hard to understand I guess I was being over… reactive or something. Anyways. As I read that again and again, up in the window I swear I say a face and then it rushed past. I’ll deal with it later. I opened up the program that deleted everything and dropped that file in there. I clicked Run and it deleted the file completely.
I went outside but before I did I checked the clock. 9:00 A.M. Well I managed to waste one hour and 30 minutes and I did so much. The instructions the message or letter gave me I still remember. Tomorrow at 3:30. Behind my friends house. I have a feeling this little mission or place is going to be hell and someone’s going to pull a prank on me or jump me.
I made a mental note to carry my knife and my friend’s letter opener. As I stood outside, the sun was above the trees barely and I took a deep breath and breathed in the cold air. Still winter, I love December. Cold, dark, gray, my type of weather and season. I don’t know why it’s my favorite. I just have a feeling it’s going to suck at the end I just know it.
My mind was still bewildered by the message sent to me. Who the hell was Fall3n? Why the hell did he want me to go to the field? Oh well. Questions like those will be answered tomorrow. I went back inside and wrote my parents a note before I left saying I will be back at 1:00 P.M. and I have Dads phone. So then my journey was off. Well let’s not call it a journey shall we? Let’s call it… a walk around where I live.
I walked down the stairs and I had some dark olive green camo pants and a Dickies black long sleeve shirt on. Personally I though I looked sexy but I knew I was for that so I had my knife and my mp3 player with me. I clipped the knife on the edge of my pocket and turned on the mp3 player to a song I really like which would be Worth Dying For by Rise Against. I always listen to music when I go outside.
For some reason my mind always went back to the god damn message. I need to forget about it. But for some reason I couldn’t. Ill worry about it later, I thought. As a part in the song I was listening to came up I readied for a sprint. I bent my legs a little forward, raised both my arms to the right side and waited.
Now, I predicted and I threw my arms to the left side and launched forward at a speed even I didn’t know I could do. I could hear the constant beat of the drum and guitar in my head because of the ear phones and the clap of my foot steps as I made a hell run to a street a couple of my friends lived on.
I took a sharp turn to the right and ran down a hill, then up the hill, then back down. At the bottom there was a left and right way I could go so I took the left. I sprinted down the hill and ran faster because of the slope and gravity. My legs burned like hell but I ignored the pain and slowed down. I stopped at the corner of the street of Briar Cliff where my friends lived on.
I took a left and sprinted up the hill. Wasn’t that bad of a hill, just enough to where I could make it. I hate huge hills they suck. I ran and ran until the street leveled out to a perfect straight angle. No slopes of anything in this street. Well except at the end where there was another two way street thing.
As I walked down the hill I spotted a group of guys looking at me and then started walking towards me.
The four of them walked faster with each step as their eyes were filled with anger and malice and locked on me. How I know this was I was seeing out of the corner of my eye which was straining. I surveyed the area and only found eight foot PCP poles that were about a quarter sizes in diameter and some wooden stakes with measurements on them. These would surely help, my mind thought to myself.
They came closer to about fifty feet. I took my Zen out and switched the song to Start Something by the Lost Prophets. I knew for some reason a fight would break out in a little bit. I left my knife in my pocket because it’s bad to pull a knife on someone right away. However, I placed the clip on the edge of my pocket for quick access. I really could get technically right here for the feet that the group was away from me but I’m too lazy to say meters, yards, whatever.
Twenty feet. My muscles tensed for some reason. I turned down my music to volume five and listened to the wind as their whispers were carried to me. I have good ears for some reason even with music on. I could have it full blast and I could still hear someone but it would be faint. My feet slowed down and stopped. The group still kept coming towards me. As they walked closer to me my eyes adjusted to a clear view. I never thought I could do that. Guess I can.
I finally heard whispers in the wind. Faint but I could hear them slightly. I focused my ears and caught what they said. “Circle him… don’t let… escape…” I translated these words into my understanding. Circle him, and don’t let him escape. There was probably a brutal part to it like “Kill him if he tries to.” You know. Ten feet. I changed the volume to full blast and let the music take me away.
As they said they circled me. As I planned I took a fighting stance. Hands not closed but close to, arms loose, feet spread apart. I let the music roll through my head a little bit and got the beat. They took their stances and never looked away. Ten seconds past and I whispered Start Something.
My knees bent and the group rushed towards me. I used the momentum in my legs as a spring and I unleashed the momentum. My body sprang at a forty-five degree angle and I nailed the guy closest to me. I knocked him on his back and I drove my hand into his chest. I could hear a snap as the guy I nailed gasped for air. I instinctively rolled backwards and stood up. One down three to go… I was feeling very confident for some reason.
The three looked at me and charged. Not caring for their comrade. I took my stance again and spun with my hand closed into a fist. I came in contact with one of them and knocked him down the other grabbed a hold of me and I couldn’t get out of his tough grip. His grip tightened as I struggled to get out. The guy I punched in the chest was up on his feet as were the others.
Great… four against one. Same time to. I thought grimly. The leader of the group looked me in the eye as I still struggled and then started nailing me in the stomach. I felt a sharp pain of weakness fill up inside me as I took the hits. My mind and body was about to be sick. No one talked and just watched me. Blood started to form in my mouth. Every second my body grew weaker. Tears of anger welled up in my eyes as I tried to force my way out of the guys’ grip that was holding me.
My mind was going blank and I felt like passing out. In the distance I heard a miniature motorcycle sound. The others didn’t seem to hear it but I sure did even with the loud music. Finally the group heard it and looked towards the cyclist. The guy that was holding me let go and dropped me. My knees hit the concrete and the loose gravel. I looked towards the figure riding the motorcycle. The cycle itself was pitch black with black and red flames on the sides.
I watched in awe as the bike moved gracefully across the concrete. The whole thing took about ten seconds. The figure that was on the bike was dressed in all black and looked tough. I could tell because of his muscles showing through his somewhat tight black shirt and pants. His hands looked rock hard and that could crush steel. I felt relief as I slumped back into the state of pain.
The bike was going about forty when finally it stopped to a silent halt. It was about three and a half foot tall and was about five feet long. Fairly small but looked like it could still do a lot. The new guy looked at me then at the group. He face was in an anger frown and lunged himself at the four guys. His body danced as he punched one guy in the jaw and the others in the stomach.
I could hear several snaps as I faintly was almost passing out. He punches were so forceful that every time he collided with a guy from the group, the guys body would fly back about three feet. At the end of it the group fled from the guy. He smiled and flexed his hand. My body was beginning to get back feeling when the guy knelt down.
“You ok man?” He asked. His voice was that of a 14 year old. I managed to get some voice “Well considering I just got beat up and I’m spitting blood. Yeah I’m ok.” I said in a sarcastic tone and smiling. The guy smiled back and said, “Names John. I’m a pure bred Berserker for Fall3n.” Yet again… the name in which I have no idea who it is. “Mines Jake,” I managed to say that with a lot of pain. “Take it easy man. You got beat up pretty badly at the end.” John said pulling a syringe from his pocket. “Yeah, no kidding…” I said under my breath.
“I was at the top of that hill when I saw you get jumped by those four guys. I decided to watch instead of jump in. Sorry about that by the way. That’s when the guy got you in a hold in which you couldn’t escape. I started up my cycle and then came down.” My body twitched at pain in my stomach and looked at the syringe. “May I ask what are you going to do with that?” I questioned. “This is pain killers. It’s a very strong pain killer. So you may feel numb for like thirty minutes but after the thirty minutes you won’t feel any pain at all.” John said looking at the needle.
I looked at him and got to my feet. “I’m good.” I said with no pain in my voice finally. John had a confused look on his face. “You sure?” he said getting up. “Positive.” I replied. He shrugged his huge shoulders and got back on his bike. “Well, I will see you tomorrow and then Monday. Here’s some advice. Tomorrow will be a hell day for you. Take some time and clear your mind.”
“Rest a lot and eat enough. Don’t bring anything. Wear a black shirt at least and some pants that are dark. See you later.” John revved up his cycle and did a burn out. He sped across the street. He faded and then I started limping home. Each step I took was painful. My side hurt like hell. My head was about to explode. I took a shortcut home and got there quicker. My body was numb as I stepped on the stairs of my house.
I opened the door slowly cause the pain and walked in. It was cool of course and I went into the kitchen. I opened a pop tart box and ate one. Cherry flavored was delicious. I went downstairs and fell on my bed for it was 11:00 A.M. I woke up again. Pain was subsided barely. And for some reason, my mind was totally blank. Nothing appeared in my mind. I felt a strange sensation. My body was working fine. No kinks. No pain. I could yet feel the pain in my mind.
I focused my mind on a game. Nothing popped up.