p"So whatcha doing?" piped an ever familiar voice over a loud receiver. The sound of a game buzzed in the background; dying monsters, swords slashing, and a victory song that had gotten old long ago.
pI rolled my grey eyes. "Nothing."
pThen, just like clock work, I heard - in mind and ears - the usual comeback she had for my dry, stale response. "So, just nothing? You're staring at a wall and doing nothing?"
pThe sound of my brother's feet pounded outside my door, into his room, and stopped as he settled into his chair and flicked on his computer. One of our dogs munched on food - probably, the fat grey one called Nanook - and a cat rushed down the halls.
P"Okay, I'm sitting on my bed staring at the wall." I propped one of my arms behind my head, staring at the black fan and wishing for summer to come so it could whir me to sleep. But the way spring was going, we would have snow to almost June, at least I hoped not. "So why'd you phone."
P"Just wanted to see what you're doing."
p"Oh. Well, what are you doing Dominique?" I asked dully. I smiled as my six-toed cat decided to hop on my bed and rub against my legs. Reaching out, I stroked her smooth body, thinking about how, when we first got her, we would jokingly say we'd skin off her rabbit-like fur and make mittens. (Don't worry, we never did. Still haven't. Never will.)
pDom gave one of her loud, veracious laughs. Sometimes, just sometimes, her laughs would sound evil and cackled throughout the whole house or school attracting everyone's attention. Then, she'd flip her dark golden curls give an evil look, and . . .yeah, anyways. "Playing Final Fantasy Eight."
p"Still?"
p"Yeah, it's an awesome game!"
p"I wish I could love it as much as you, but hey, Final Fantasy ten is way more fun. And you don't got a ps2 memory card still!" I chanted. Sitting up in my bed, I heard a car pull up and saw my parents arrive. Joy.
p"So what if I don't got a ps2 card, at least I've finished number eight!"
pHey!" I defended myself. "Seeing you finish and tape every cg movie was enough for me!" My ears picked up familiar boss music."Where are you in the game?"
pI could almost hear her shrug on the phone, my receiver was so loud. "Started over again. This would be an awesome world to live in."
p"Yeah," I sighed. It would be fun. No boring social studies and math . Sure, we learn good stuff everyonce in awhile, but I'm an honour slacker who works only when she has to and gets A's, usually. We could learn fighting skills in that world and I could get slimmer calves and thighs. Oh, the joys of real exercise! I'm too lazy in this life to anything but sit-ups, lift weights rarely, and jog back and forth between Dom's house and mine. I need motivation!
p"I wish we could go there, just for fun!"
p"Uh-huh. You gotta be careful what you wish for though, cuz' if it comes true, it may not be to your liking."
p"Yes, oh wise Aimee!" she joked.
pI laughed. My laugh is not even a laugh, kind of quiet and sometimes barely a sound. Little weezy and other times the giggly hehehehe. I'm screwed up.
p"So you worked on your story?"
pI smirked as I stroked my cat. "Which one?"
p"The one about Ince. Shadow!" she declared as her cat probably dug its claws into her master's arm.
p"Would you kill me if I said no?"
pHer voice became low and foreboding. "Both me and Sarah would."
p"Don't you mean Sorhak?" I joked, referring to the time Dom mispelled Sarah's name on a project and our teacher pronounced it Sorhak."Yeah, I'll get on it."
p"Okay, bye!"
p"Bye, I'll miss you!"
p"I'll write!"
p With another farewell, I put the phone back in its cradle. Then, with a dry sigh, I headed to the computer room to start typing at my story. I'd probaby stay up till eleven or until my eyes were dry and I couldn't see the words I was typing.
pcenterb*****/b/center
pMy mind was enveloped in a murky darkness that night I slept. I dreamt of strange people, weird sounds. . .and strangely smells. I was a little girl agian, four years old, zig-zagging through unknown streets carrying a teddy bear that hauntingly looked like my cat Mikey. My adidas night shirt went down to my ankles, nearly scraping the ground where my bare feet stung on rocky pavement.
p'Where am I' i questioned myself. My feet pitter-pattered down cold roads and between empty streets where houses sagged, smoldered, and were full of bullet-holes.
pA strange raspy sound drew my head to the right and a strange creature huddled in the shadows. It had an impish face with bright purple and pink skin. Its chest bones bulged against its skin, the stomach caved inwards. It had horns pulled towards the back of its skull and small wings that looked too small for flight. A crooked, bony finger beckoned for me to come forward, beckoned for me to step closer.
pReal shivers ran down my spine from both the cold wind that ran through the streets and the frightening creature. I took a step back, holding my stuffed Mikey, and then crying out in pain as I stepped on a shard of glass.
pI looked at my foot and saw blood dribble onto the ground. Pain? And blood? I never had those in my dreams before. A hiss of pleasure from the creature caused me to lower my feet at glare at it. It was a dream so I wasn't afraid.
pCackling with lust for my blood, the beast shiverd out of the shadows, the strained sunlight reflecting of its bright flesh. I could smell an unbearable stench emitting off its body and I wrinkled my nose. When it took a light step forward, I stood my ground, staring defiantly at it. What could it do? Chase me down? I wasn't afraid of that; this was my dream, my universe, and I controlled it. And if I couldn't, I would just wake up with a start and a laugh. The thing growled when it couldn't sense fear anymore, and raised its brittle wings. Bearing razor claws stained black, the thing gave a tiny, raspy roar. It showed off its rotting, jagged teeth, a putrid smell rushing from its mouth.
PI didn't cringe at its show of brutality, I was not afraid. "Bring it on!" I said in a childish, squeaky voice that surprised me. Surprised, I put my hand to my throat and lost my guard. "Is this my voice?" I asked myself outloud. Before I could get over the shock, I heard claws scrape the stone road and something rushed towards me.
pMy eyes rushed upwards and I saw the ugly creature running for me, hands outstretched. Just as one of its claws reached for my blonde hair, I struck at it with my Mikey dol smacking it across the face. A large thwack filled the air. It froze, stunned. Clicking its jaw unhappily, it looked at me with a hungry glint in its eyes, prepared not to be hit again with hard, but soft looking limp-cat-doll in my arms. It shook its head and did a half circle around me, five feet away. I kept my head pointed in its direction, ready to take off if necessary or hit it with Mikey. Its tail swept behind it, jagged and pointed. Greenish mucous slipped out from its mouth and I gave a detested look. How disgusting! Bending on its haunches, it prepared to strike again.
PI prepared myself.
pThe ugly creaure leaped and I struck at it again. My counterattack could still not stop it from gashing my arm with its claws. It rushed a few feet from me to regain its senses, seeming pleased with the drawn blood. I stared at the cut, surprised at the stinging and numb sensation building up my arm. The cut also began to burn with pain and my eyes watered. I wiped away the oncoming tears and began to fear. It was real pain I felt, not the pain I felt in dreams.
pI shook away the fear, If I feared, the dream would overtake me. Standing my ground, I decided to attack the creature before it could hurt me again. I clutched my cat-doll firmly and faced the ugly thing. Shaking with rage, I was ready to do battle with the ugly thing that was barely my height and win.
pIt tensed on its haunches again and I on the balls of my feet. It grunted, so did I. It crooked a finger towards it, me too. Growling menacingly it began to rush forward, me for it. With the doll high above my head and ready to strike at it i rushed at the beasts with its bared claws. I was not scared, I was confident, I could take it down!
PSomething slipped around my small waist and pulled me away from the oncoming beast and high into the air. A gun fired rapidly sending the beast into a series of seizures, blood spurting onto the ground. I gave a frightened yell as I saw the gun flash beside my face and the gloved hand that held me. When the beast fell to the ground, I lashed out in fright against whoever held me.
p"Whoa!" cried an unfamiliar, masculine voice. The arm - I knew then that it was an arm - that held me tightened around my waist. "Calm down there tyke! It's dead now!"
pI kept striking out until the arm placed me down, a fair distance from the dead beast. When the arm let go, I skittered backwards and turned to look at whoever had grasped me for no reason.
pWith twinkling eyes and long dark hair, a man in his late twenties stood smiling at me. He wore a comftorable blue jacked and black pants. A machine gun was in his right hand, hanging loosely and with confidence. He had one of those smiles that would make anyone secure and me mad. "You're pretty brave to rush at an imp there, little one."
pI straighened my shirt. "Who you calling little!? I could of taken care of that thing!"
pHe smiled, lines crinkling around his eyes. "Sure, sweetheart, I'm sure you could."
p"Who you calling sweetheart?" I demanded shaking a fist at him.
pBending down, he gave a chuckle. "What are you doing out here all by yourself?" he asked softly.
p"Duh! It's one of my whacked out dreams again, doufous! I can go anywhere in them!" and crossed my arms, feeling the pain in the cut and flinching. "Ouch," I said inspecting it.
pOne of his hands reached for my arm."Let me see that."
p"No!" I withdrew my arm. "Don't touch me perv!"
p"I'm not going to hurt you," he said soothingly.
pMy eyes became fuzzy as I stared at him and I shook my head. My head began to sway and I took a step back to regain balance. "Don't touch me--" I mumbled as the world began to fall away from me and blackness overtook me.
pI was waking up.
pHopefully.
pbrbrbrcenter______--------______/centerbrSo what do you think so far? R&R my messed up story please!/br/p
pI rolled my grey eyes. "Nothing."
pThen, just like clock work, I heard - in mind and ears - the usual comeback she had for my dry, stale response. "So, just nothing? You're staring at a wall and doing nothing?"
pThe sound of my brother's feet pounded outside my door, into his room, and stopped as he settled into his chair and flicked on his computer. One of our dogs munched on food - probably, the fat grey one called Nanook - and a cat rushed down the halls.
P"Okay, I'm sitting on my bed staring at the wall." I propped one of my arms behind my head, staring at the black fan and wishing for summer to come so it could whir me to sleep. But the way spring was going, we would have snow to almost June, at least I hoped not. "So why'd you phone."
P"Just wanted to see what you're doing."
p"Oh. Well, what are you doing Dominique?" I asked dully. I smiled as my six-toed cat decided to hop on my bed and rub against my legs. Reaching out, I stroked her smooth body, thinking about how, when we first got her, we would jokingly say we'd skin off her rabbit-like fur and make mittens. (Don't worry, we never did. Still haven't. Never will.)
pDom gave one of her loud, veracious laughs. Sometimes, just sometimes, her laughs would sound evil and cackled throughout the whole house or school attracting everyone's attention. Then, she'd flip her dark golden curls give an evil look, and . . .yeah, anyways. "Playing Final Fantasy Eight."
p"Still?"
p"Yeah, it's an awesome game!"
p"I wish I could love it as much as you, but hey, Final Fantasy ten is way more fun. And you don't got a ps2 memory card still!" I chanted. Sitting up in my bed, I heard a car pull up and saw my parents arrive. Joy.
p"So what if I don't got a ps2 card, at least I've finished number eight!"
pHey!" I defended myself. "Seeing you finish and tape every cg movie was enough for me!" My ears picked up familiar boss music."Where are you in the game?"
pI could almost hear her shrug on the phone, my receiver was so loud. "Started over again. This would be an awesome world to live in."
p"Yeah," I sighed. It would be fun. No boring social studies and math . Sure, we learn good stuff everyonce in awhile, but I'm an honour slacker who works only when she has to and gets A's, usually. We could learn fighting skills in that world and I could get slimmer calves and thighs. Oh, the joys of real exercise! I'm too lazy in this life to anything but sit-ups, lift weights rarely, and jog back and forth between Dom's house and mine. I need motivation!
p"I wish we could go there, just for fun!"
p"Uh-huh. You gotta be careful what you wish for though, cuz' if it comes true, it may not be to your liking."
p"Yes, oh wise Aimee!" she joked.
pI laughed. My laugh is not even a laugh, kind of quiet and sometimes barely a sound. Little weezy and other times the giggly hehehehe. I'm screwed up.
p"So you worked on your story?"
pI smirked as I stroked my cat. "Which one?"
p"The one about Ince. Shadow!" she declared as her cat probably dug its claws into her master's arm.
p"Would you kill me if I said no?"
pHer voice became low and foreboding. "Both me and Sarah would."
p"Don't you mean Sorhak?" I joked, referring to the time Dom mispelled Sarah's name on a project and our teacher pronounced it Sorhak."Yeah, I'll get on it."
p"Okay, bye!"
p"Bye, I'll miss you!"
p"I'll write!"
p With another farewell, I put the phone back in its cradle. Then, with a dry sigh, I headed to the computer room to start typing at my story. I'd probaby stay up till eleven or until my eyes were dry and I couldn't see the words I was typing.
pcenterb*****/b/center
pMy mind was enveloped in a murky darkness that night I slept. I dreamt of strange people, weird sounds. . .and strangely smells. I was a little girl agian, four years old, zig-zagging through unknown streets carrying a teddy bear that hauntingly looked like my cat Mikey. My adidas night shirt went down to my ankles, nearly scraping the ground where my bare feet stung on rocky pavement.
p'Where am I' i questioned myself. My feet pitter-pattered down cold roads and between empty streets where houses sagged, smoldered, and were full of bullet-holes.
pA strange raspy sound drew my head to the right and a strange creature huddled in the shadows. It had an impish face with bright purple and pink skin. Its chest bones bulged against its skin, the stomach caved inwards. It had horns pulled towards the back of its skull and small wings that looked too small for flight. A crooked, bony finger beckoned for me to come forward, beckoned for me to step closer.
pReal shivers ran down my spine from both the cold wind that ran through the streets and the frightening creature. I took a step back, holding my stuffed Mikey, and then crying out in pain as I stepped on a shard of glass.
pI looked at my foot and saw blood dribble onto the ground. Pain? And blood? I never had those in my dreams before. A hiss of pleasure from the creature caused me to lower my feet at glare at it. It was a dream so I wasn't afraid.
pCackling with lust for my blood, the beast shiverd out of the shadows, the strained sunlight reflecting of its bright flesh. I could smell an unbearable stench emitting off its body and I wrinkled my nose. When it took a light step forward, I stood my ground, staring defiantly at it. What could it do? Chase me down? I wasn't afraid of that; this was my dream, my universe, and I controlled it. And if I couldn't, I would just wake up with a start and a laugh. The thing growled when it couldn't sense fear anymore, and raised its brittle wings. Bearing razor claws stained black, the thing gave a tiny, raspy roar. It showed off its rotting, jagged teeth, a putrid smell rushing from its mouth.
PI didn't cringe at its show of brutality, I was not afraid. "Bring it on!" I said in a childish, squeaky voice that surprised me. Surprised, I put my hand to my throat and lost my guard. "Is this my voice?" I asked myself outloud. Before I could get over the shock, I heard claws scrape the stone road and something rushed towards me.
pMy eyes rushed upwards and I saw the ugly creature running for me, hands outstretched. Just as one of its claws reached for my blonde hair, I struck at it with my Mikey dol smacking it across the face. A large thwack filled the air. It froze, stunned. Clicking its jaw unhappily, it looked at me with a hungry glint in its eyes, prepared not to be hit again with hard, but soft looking limp-cat-doll in my arms. It shook its head and did a half circle around me, five feet away. I kept my head pointed in its direction, ready to take off if necessary or hit it with Mikey. Its tail swept behind it, jagged and pointed. Greenish mucous slipped out from its mouth and I gave a detested look. How disgusting! Bending on its haunches, it prepared to strike again.
PI prepared myself.
pThe ugly creaure leaped and I struck at it again. My counterattack could still not stop it from gashing my arm with its claws. It rushed a few feet from me to regain its senses, seeming pleased with the drawn blood. I stared at the cut, surprised at the stinging and numb sensation building up my arm. The cut also began to burn with pain and my eyes watered. I wiped away the oncoming tears and began to fear. It was real pain I felt, not the pain I felt in dreams.
pI shook away the fear, If I feared, the dream would overtake me. Standing my ground, I decided to attack the creature before it could hurt me again. I clutched my cat-doll firmly and faced the ugly thing. Shaking with rage, I was ready to do battle with the ugly thing that was barely my height and win.
pIt tensed on its haunches again and I on the balls of my feet. It grunted, so did I. It crooked a finger towards it, me too. Growling menacingly it began to rush forward, me for it. With the doll high above my head and ready to strike at it i rushed at the beasts with its bared claws. I was not scared, I was confident, I could take it down!
PSomething slipped around my small waist and pulled me away from the oncoming beast and high into the air. A gun fired rapidly sending the beast into a series of seizures, blood spurting onto the ground. I gave a frightened yell as I saw the gun flash beside my face and the gloved hand that held me. When the beast fell to the ground, I lashed out in fright against whoever held me.
p"Whoa!" cried an unfamiliar, masculine voice. The arm - I knew then that it was an arm - that held me tightened around my waist. "Calm down there tyke! It's dead now!"
pI kept striking out until the arm placed me down, a fair distance from the dead beast. When the arm let go, I skittered backwards and turned to look at whoever had grasped me for no reason.
pWith twinkling eyes and long dark hair, a man in his late twenties stood smiling at me. He wore a comftorable blue jacked and black pants. A machine gun was in his right hand, hanging loosely and with confidence. He had one of those smiles that would make anyone secure and me mad. "You're pretty brave to rush at an imp there, little one."
pI straighened my shirt. "Who you calling little!? I could of taken care of that thing!"
pHe smiled, lines crinkling around his eyes. "Sure, sweetheart, I'm sure you could."
p"Who you calling sweetheart?" I demanded shaking a fist at him.
pBending down, he gave a chuckle. "What are you doing out here all by yourself?" he asked softly.
p"Duh! It's one of my whacked out dreams again, doufous! I can go anywhere in them!" and crossed my arms, feeling the pain in the cut and flinching. "Ouch," I said inspecting it.
pOne of his hands reached for my arm."Let me see that."
p"No!" I withdrew my arm. "Don't touch me perv!"
p"I'm not going to hurt you," he said soothingly.
pMy eyes became fuzzy as I stared at him and I shook my head. My head began to sway and I took a step back to regain balance. "Don't touch me--" I mumbled as the world began to fall away from me and blackness overtook me.
pI was waking up.
pHopefully.
pbrbrbrcenter______--------______/centerbrSo what do you think so far? R&R my messed up story please!/br/p