Burst #1: Failure's Embrace (Part 1)
Posted October 3rd, 2012 by Cherrybomb
Hey everyone! :D Soo, I'm not sure if any of you know what I mean, but I'm really not much of a story teller. I sort of start a story...and end it after a couple chapters because I'm either bored, I have writer's block, or I plain hurry to try and get to an exciting part before I realize what I'm writing hurriedly is crap. e_e
Soo, what I'm doing is basically a spurt(HAHA! Spurt! xD)of whatever comes to mind. :P These are pretty much anything. So Burst number one! xD (Ohhh yeah, suckish title, I know. -_-)
....and this isn't thoroughly edited, just so you know. :P
It was the one thing people never seemed to understand. Or perhaps never wanted to...
I would ask them, plead with them, sometimes resorting to begging…but they wouldn't listen. Their happy expressions turned stony, and they sighed while rolling their blue eyes.
I would hope for them not to say it. Hope with all my heart they'd accept it, believe. But they would always say the word, the one I dreaded so. But it was always the same word, no matter how long they dragged it out, no matter how quick they were to say it…
I would stare in sadness, to their annoyance, until they flipped and shrieked for the police to take the "deranged girl with brown eyes" away…
So I would do what I was best at. I would run. Just run and run and run until the sirens were far away, mere whispers in the distance. And instead of hunkering down, instead of hiding from those prying eyes, I would resume my stories, not to be discouraged that another person had not listened…another to add to the long list of rejections pushed into the back of my mind.
For if I failed, all would fail. And I would be blamed. All because of the choice I made long ago, the choice which deemed me to this misery.
I have hope though, a mere glimmer of hope at the end of my long road. I can see it; I watch it every day, madly running towards it when it starts to flicker feebly.
For I, you see, am a prophetess.
Thump. Thump. Thump.
I clutched at my sides but kept running. They were getting closer.
The alarms have been sounded. WHEE-EEE!!! WHEE-EEE!!! Their shrill piercing scream of it befuddles my thoughts, but I can still hear the angry shouts coming just behind the corner I passed.
There! A dark grey shadow appeared between two dull brick apartments. An alley! I thought. I shoved passerby aside, seeing their angry blue eyes flash in annoyance and anger. Oh no. Two yellow clad twins move in front of the alleyway, talking animatedly.
An opening appears- the slightly taller one drops a shiny coin on the ground, and kneels to pick it up. This is it. My chance for escape. I jump into the narrow opening landing neatly on my toes. Unfortunately, not neatly enough, as my hat is swiped off my head when the twin still standing throws his hand out in annoyance. Great. There goes a months’ worth of begging.
I'm just in time though. I can hear the police crowd arriving at the marketplace, their heavy breathing and thumping iron soled boots sounding their presence. I keep running down the alley, twisting this way and that, trying to lose myself in the maze of paths and hoping the same will happen to the police chasing me.
My luck wins out, and the clattering of their boots fades in the distance. I allow myself to slow to a jog, and when the shadows get darker from the houses looming over me, I start walking,
They won't check far, thinking that the other bandits and outlaws living in these shadows will get to me-if the wild dogs don't first. I gulp and finger the hilt of a knife in my pocket. It's been very handy so far-lethal as well, but I hope it doesn't come to that. My talents with a knife are…shifty, if you may.
The familiar sensation of prickling begins on the hairs at the back of my neck. I glance around at the desolate gray buildings, full with holes and wreckage. This is the perfect place for someone to stalk me, the hideouts and decaying walls all to wonderful for anyone to quickly dart out of sight.
Casually, I slip the knife into my sleeve, so that I can use it quickly and discreetly without anyone realizing it's there. I turn in a slow circle, scrutinizing my surroundings before ending the circle and resuming my walk. I repeat this process several times each few minutes. It's not safe to keep your back open for long around here.
Each time though, I see nothing out of place. Same rotting buildings, same shadows and broken windows. There were two or three wild dogs roaming around as well, but they were scrawny little things the size of poodles, and rather mangy as well. They aren't worth me brandishing my knife around, I leave them alone and they leave me alone.
The only dogs I need to watch out for are those that are at the height of their health or those who are dying. Never meet a dying dog. It will go berserk and try to kill you, even though it knows its own death is near. It will try to kill anything near it. If you do happen to meet one…you will die as sure as the dog will.
The only other livings creatures here are the occasional beggars, and the vermin.
Yet I still have the feeling I'm being watched.
It's only then, when I enter the deepest and darkest part of this town, the very core of it, do I hear it. It seems to be sounded in the very back of my head, resounding until it screams inside my, reducing my to my knees while I clutch my head in agony, dropping my knife, my only safety, on the cobblestones.
One more week…you will fail and be mine….
The last thing I hear before I black out is the sharp ringing of a cackle.
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