Prolioge
Halloween Scare
Written by Hyatt
The music pounded loudly as body's slammed against one another in the abandoned warehouse. Glow sticks caused the multi colored streaks in the darkness. This was the dream of any hard rocker, and it was a dream come true for Mayasa. Large baggy black and bright orange pants adorning her legs were lit up with all of the glow sticks she had hanging from the chains and loops. Her upper body was concealed within a black and orange low cut corset that not only pushed up and out her already ample breasts but also had glow sticks hanging from the loops that the lace string went through. Not to mention the sticks hanging from the safety pins that littered the scantness top. Short dark purple hair was gelled into a dike spike along with the black and orange makeup that she wore, Mayasa looked and acted the part she knew she was born for. The concert raged on and on until finally the last band bid their fair well and a Happy Halloween to all. Everyone began to pile towards their cars, the drunk, the drugged, and the sexually driven all eventually made it to their vehicles, May among their numbers. finally spotting her piece of shit Honda she walked towards it as she dug into her pockets for the keys unaware of the costumed body that followed her.
Suddenly feeling as if she were being watched she glanced over her shoulder, but saw no one other than her fellow drunks as they stumbled towards their own rides. Now reasonably pairinoid, as is understandable for any intoxicated and chemically unbalanced being, May picked up her shuffled steps till she reached her car. Breathing a sigh of relief she unlocked her car door and slid in and locked the door once she was situated. Slipping in the key she turned it but failed to hear the engine turn over.
"Why you shitty fucker..Start damn it!"
She growled to the car as she struggled with starting it. Turning the key again and again with no result. During the process of cussing out her car and begging it to start May once again felt that feeling of someone watching her. Violet eye's eased up away from the stearing wheel as she squinted trying to find the cause for her discomfort. finally she spotted it. But there wasn't enough light for her to see who the shadowed figure was. Not realizing she had kept her efforts for starting the car up, the engine roared to life scaring the shit out of the woman. Head lights flooded the area into illumination and over the once shadowed figure allowing for her to see just who had been standing not ten feet away from the bumper of her car.
Violet eye's widened in surprise at what she saw. A man, well at least she thought it was a man. You couldn't tell through his costume that he wore. He stood at least six foot and was garbed in an honest to goodness metal armor. Tan and red in color it covered from his feet to the top of his head, where a helmet and mask effectively covered his face from view. Wicked looking steel claws gleamed from the back of his right armored hand while a pretty damn convincing sword was gripped in the males left hand. Shaking her head May frowned and pressed the heal of her hand into the middle of her stearing wheel. The result was the sounding of a rather pathetic and weak horn sounding.
"God..I need to get that fixed"
The thought echoed in the back of her head before she rolled down her window and stuck that dike spiked head out to yell at the man blocking her car.
"Should just run him over..idiot"
"Hey Fag Get the fuck out of my way already!"
At first she received no reaction from the metal man. His eyes..the only thing she really could see, simply stared at her causing for the hair on the back of her neck to rise and for shivers to race down her spine. Finally movement happened. The man slowly slid one large foot behind the other as he stepped to the side far enough so May could pull the Honda out of her parking spot and past him. Shaking her body to rid it of the goose bumps and shivers, May placed the car in drive and pressed her foot against the gas. As she passed him, May's eye's narrowed into a glare and a hand raised to press against her once more closed window only to flip him the bird as she passed. She never looked back, never checked her rear view mirror..never thought about doing it. Maybe if she had, If perhaps she had made herself look she would of noticed the wolves. But it was to late as the tail lights of her car vanished in the darkness leaving only the man behind in the now empty parking lot
The two wolves had apparently appeared out of no where as they looked up to their master. Their fur was as black as ink and their eye's a burning yellow that could devour your soul if you looked into them for two long. The one on his right wagged his tail for a moment while the other whined and bumped his muzzle against the armored hand. A word never left his lips as he ran his metal fingers over the soft fur but it seemed an unspoke command had been given as the wolves looked at one another before bounding off into the darkness. Farther off in the distance the sound of screeching tires could be heard and a sickening sound of metal crunching. A horn sounded. Soft and pathetic before all was silent..It staid as such for a good amount of time before finally laughter began to bubble from the man. Deep and wicked sounding. And then as soon as the sound had dissipated so did he, within the blink of an eye he was gone. Not even leaving a footprint behind.
Half way across the country another party was being held. Though it was far from the raging party of that which had been held in the outskirts of Detroit city. A much more parentally approved party was being held in the hills of Hollywood's finest citizens. The large mansion, for to call it a mere house would be an insult and a sin, was brightly lit up from the decorations outside as well as from the lights inside. Children ran giggling up to the front door and rang the door bell as they screamed out in unison. "Trick or Treat." The door opened as eye's grew wide at the costumed figure standing in front of them. Treated as a queen her whole life Kithara had decided to be just that. The dress that sprouted from her skinny waist was bloomed outwards to give a full circular look with the help of wire under frame. The deep violet fabric was made of the finest silks that even the queen of England would of turned green with envy at. Relitivly speaking that was. A low cut bodice and drapping sleaves would have made Even the King Louis the seventh drool over the slightly inappropriate exposure of tender flesh. Possibly even distracting him from his legendary love of beautiful young men. Her auburn hair had been curled and pulled to the top of her head. A few ringlets had ben left down to frame her rosy complexion. And to top it all off, there sitting upon her head looking as if it belonged there, was a brightly colored diamond studed tiara.
She smiled sweatly at the children as she dropped into a proper curtsy. Raising she turned around to grab the candy that the children had been seeking. A few screams echoed in the door way and Kithara chuckled to herself. They had spotted the one thing that ruined the whole queen like vision she had set. A rather real looking axe that was seemingly sunk into the back of her blood splattered head. Glad that once more the morbid touch on a seemingly pure costume had taken its full effect, Kithara turned around to hand out the candy.
"Now remember to be careful crossing the streets and stay together. Happy Holloween kids"
She said softly as she waved to them and began to close the door. Her parents had frowned at the idea of a dead queen, but then again their daughter always had a bit more interest in the morbid side of things than ether of them had liked. And just as a devorced couple would, they plamed it on the other and passed it off as a simple phase she would pass through. She knew though that she wouldn't. Her likes of spiders and the darker theams unlike those of her friends who liked poodles and pink of all shades
(Typest barfs at this moment. Hates pink and the preppy people associated with them..considers Paris Hiltin for one((Barfs again))).
Turning on those slightly impractical healed boots, she thought she caught sight of another trick or treater through the frosted windows that lined the door. Her grip tightening over the door nob when a sudden shiver ran up her back, making her think twice about sticking her head out the door too double check. Holding that possition as if frozen in time, curiosity finaly got the better of her as she pulled on the door. Allowing for it to open once more and took a hesitent step out onto the front porch. There standing in the street was a man dressed in an odd looking costume. He looked to be some kind of, oh what was that word again? A Knight? no no that wasn't it. Samori...wait, Yes! That was it, a ronin. She rememberd the term from the report she had been writing for her school yesterday. The person was dressed as a ronin warrior of olden days. Perhaps midevil Asia or something. The armor he wore, though basked in the orange glow of the stringed lights hanging on the metal fence, was a dulled magenta. It looked amazingly authentic but strangly unreal at the same time. He didn't move an inch as his eye's bored into Kithara, causing for her skin to raise in bumps up and down her arms. "It must be so heavy" she thought as an echo in the back of her head urged her to return indoors where it was safe. But she felt oddly entranced and had no real will to move her feet.
Then as suddenly as he was there, he was gone. Kithara blinked in confusion at this realization. "Creepy. Ok No more punch for me tonight." She mumbled to herself while turning around to go back inside. Unfortunatly fate was against her as her AKC championship doberman gave a dash for freedom.
"Draco come back here! Draco HEEL!"
But the dog wouldn't listen as it took off down the street barking madly as if he had spotted a bushy tailed squirrle. Grumbling in irritation that she was missing more of her Halloween party, Kithara grabbed the scarlet red leash from its hook by the door and headed after the normaly very obedient dog. Her heals clicked against the concreat as she called out the canines name several times. Small hords of children laughed loudly as they ran past Kithara on their venture to the next house. Always eager to increase their already bulging bags of candy.
Barking reached her ears as Kithara looked down the dark side street she thought it had come from. "Draco? Are you down there boy?" Always being nervous about being by herself in the streets for as long as she could remember, the worry of her baby boy won over her hesitation as down the sidewalk she ventured. Never knowing that she had been followed or that it was by the same man of whom she had seen earlier. A smirk spread over his features under the face mask that he wore. A large hairy leg poked up from behind his back followed by another and another untill an abnormaly large spider adorned the man's shoulder. It was soon joined by another on the other side. Both critters were of a blackish brown in color and the multitude of eye's easily were seen on their heads..Over sized fangs ran against one another as a drop of venom rested at the tip of one of the creatures hollow fangs.
A hand raised and an armoured finger ran over those hairy creatures. "Make me proud my children" Came the sickenly sweet voice as he lowered his hands. Both aracnids lept from his shoulders only to explode into a dark black smoke that waifted almost lazily away upon the chilly october breeze. A car horn honked as an SUV drove infront of the man. But when it passed he was gone. As if he had never exsisted before. The peace of the night was shattered by a blood curtling scream that was suddenly cut short as the night once more settled into the silence it had retained before. Echos of childrens yells and laughter waifting gently over the breeze.
Far away from either incident, in a place never seen by the brother sun or sister moon, nore touched by the hands of mortal beings, sat a being that could sully even the purest of souls by simply being in the same room. Its form was for the most part undistinguishable. Though it seemed to be male. Most of its body hidden in shadows his eye's were visible. Those cold hard gray eye's. Dispite those blank gray eye's never seeing a thing that fateful night he knew that some how everything had gone to plan, to his marvoules plan. Those eye's glowed for a moment as a raspy laugh slipped through dry chapped lips. A laugh that made you feel as if the very bony fingers of death itself had grabbed ahold of your heart and began to squeaze.
"It has finally begun."
The voice echoed in the room as if a spectril had spoken. But one thing was evident. This being was pure evil and you can be sure any plan he had in motion did not spell good for a single person in mankind.
The city slept..deeply and calmly. Some staied up that night though..their eye's trained upon the moon. Tonight was that of a lunar eclips. But it seemed that their eye's grew heavy. A flut seemed to be playing somewhere, perhaps in the back of their heads. Eventualy though all that were awake slumbered at their windows, failing to spot the finished eclipes along with the two figures that hovered in the air..The shadows made it difficult to depict just what they were, but they held a huminoid form. The smaller of the two figures held a flut to their lips as the haunting melody faded. The larger turned their head before a slight gleam of fangs could be seen..and then like that. They were gone. The moon finaly emerging again to shine her light upon a now doomed land
