You know writing is fun and all, but when I just want to focus on a certain chapter for a certain story, but then a thought-just one itty-bitty thought pops in your head and soon your overactive imagination takes hold and you say "No, no, no, NO! I'm focusing on this story, you can wait." But NOOOO, it doesn't freaking wait and your here trying to make it go away and...
Sorry...venting and stuff right now. I'm pretty sure y'all had moments like these before, right?
Alright here's the deal. This...story, not really a story, but a multitude of them really. Each and every single one of these are unique, and are ideas that never really left my head, so I decided to write them here. And I'm going to do this...
Some will make it...some won't...it's up to y'all to decide. Some will also be random whatever's.
Sci-fi, fantasy, modern, etc. doesn't matter.
Alright? Alright, good...
Also, I'm going to have the titles of each chapter be the titles I came up for these maybe stories.
Now! First up...
True Monsters...
Genre: Fantasy mixed with Dieselpunk elements...
~oOo~
Damn! Damn it all to hell, then resurrect it with dark witchcraft that only the elders, banished, or creatures of night such as the Vampires would know. Especially...damn her curiosity...Lucy just had to not listen to what her parents, even her older sisters, have told her countless times. Hell even Lynn, of all people, told her and she's the only one who boast how she can't wait to knock some skulls, wreck havoc on those-those monsters! Seeing what they did to that poor girl and her village first hand, with her own eyes...Lucy nearly threw up as she watched as her legs dangled, tears flowed like a river from her rapidly paling face, and the snap...that horrid snap...all those humans...
...their laughter...their hatred...their sole desire of this genocide. Why?...why here? WHY THEIR LAND! THEIR HOME?! HER HOME?! What drove these fiends here?
Man, mankind, or simply: humans, as they call themselves. But from what everyone in these lands calls them: Monster. Genocidal monsters from hell. Land-grabbers, nature killers—the damn list goes on and on, and in different tongues as well.
Forcing her legs to move faster, her breaths burning within her budding chest, sweat slipped and fell from her pale skin, forced to move aside her midnight bangs to see fully, purplish-black eyes in an understandable panic. Using her magic to move aside leaves and branches and seal and wrap around each other as an improvised barrier from her pursuer, but it did nothing to stop him as she took a quick peak behind her shoulder and saw him slice the branches with ease with his saber...a saber that has, without a doubt, slaughtered some of her kind and so many others as well.
Leaping past a stack of loose stones, pass the small stream, she led the both of them into an open field. It was so full of life, life she is pretty sure his kind has no understanding of as all they know is destruction.
Lucy used this adrenaline fueled moment to remember how it all started. The stories her elders have told the younglings. She remembers clearly, her's and so many of the other children's shock at how these strangers have no magic whatsoever. Not even a hint of prophecies, or spiritual summoning. Nothing. Yet it became more confusing as the tales of the first humans to step foot continued.
Spew fire. She was certain that was magic, but she was so wrong. Her grandfather told her how the invaders called it a gun...gun...just saying the word felt strange. But the terror it brought on others as their magic could not stop the agonizing pain and death these weapons could cause. Then more...so much more: Cannons, bombs, horses, trains, it never seemed to end as they conquered and purged everyone and everything without a single care and that scares her.
But her fears grew as she heard tale of a foggy green smoke the humans have harnessed. How it leaves discolored bumps and leaky warts all over the body as the victim convulses; seems that he or she is being strangled by an unknown force. How it does more than kill intelligent life, but also forces the flora to decay and shrivel. She saw them as just that: stories. But...to see that hell with her own eyes...she just wants to go home and forget this, but she can't. He's close. And he has the intent on ending her life under his boot.
"AHH!" With her attention solely set straight ahead and not on her feet, Lucy slipped on a lose, thick root of a mighty oak, falling directly on her right shoulder, the girl gasped and cried once more as her leg twisted, though not snapping, she is sure it's twisted...she's stuck...prey...she's now but a wounded, feeble, animal to this hunter...
No...
NO! With quick thinking she lifted her right hand, runic markings of an intricate design glowed a vibrant, pulsing violet, her eyes as well, and with gritted teeth she yelled out a series of words in a language the human had no real idea if it's real or made up. His body tensed, he drew both his pistol and sword in hand as the surrounding foliage, roots of trees, branches and rocks float and glow a violet hue. Morphing, twisting, taking a humanoid shape.
In front of him now stood six figures, each the same in shape, size, and movements. Heads morphed into the shape of buck deer, branches acting as horns, black pebbles as eyes, and multicolored leaves as the skin. Vines and other random twigs and more branches combined and wrapped around the other as ribs, claws and protruded from the spine as quills.
With a voice like the wind blowing between the ears the first of these creatures lunged at the human with the goal to protect its mistress and bring harm on this violent species. The others soon followed.
With a roar of his own the human male brought his body back, twirled with practice ease, pivoting on his foot the young man brought his revolver between the eyes of the spawn.
'BANG!'
Lucy flinched from the small roar the weapon let out as the trigger was pulled with her spawn's head torn off; leaves, twigs and rocks alike scattered across various directions as the spawns body collapsed on itself. Yet the others did not falter as they kept with the attack.
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Ripping his sword out with zero real effort, Lincoln growled as he kicked away the child of this damn witch that thought she could bring him down with these 'COMPLETELY PATHETIC' creations of hers. He's seen better, stronger, and scarier, but he has to give her credit...quite a unique design, but all style does is waste time.
The Bluecoat smacked the butt of his revolver right on the top left side of the spawn's cranium, leaving the creature dazed as he simply kicked it over, bringing it on its back and jabbing his blade right where the breastbone is supposed to be. Spits on the ground where it dissolved into the foliage from before.
Before destroying the last three he quickly glimpsed at the fallen form of the young witch a few feet away. With a low, barley noticeable smirk on his face, Lincoln wanted to chuckle from the mere sight of her fearful expression as she is forced to watch her hastily made guardians fall one by one from a superior opponent, but he knew better than to be cocky in a time like this. Anything could happen.
His right boot met with such great force the spawns "ribs" broke into tiny pieces of bark and wooden shrapnel, flying a good three feet before it "died" from its wounds.
Witches. He snarled inside his mind as he recalls the trouble, pain-nothing but death these creatures have brought upon the people. For years the settlers of these lands—the new world—have tried to live a life of peace, finding and creating families, but these creatures and many others of god's mistakes have done nothing but waged a nightmarish plague of their savagery on humanity.
'BANG!' And a quick decapitation before he set his sights on the final spawn. Running full force the creature jumped higher than a lone human like him could even manage. Lincoln frowned at its stupidity as he saw the perfect opening, simply pulling back his sword he lunged the weapon forward like a spear!
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Lucy quivered in fear at the monster infront of her, his gaze matched hers as her eyes couldn't leave his. Blue...nothing but a vast sea of blue, well more like the sky, but...they held no compassion—actually no emotion at all as he looked down at her without breaking his perfect posture, no doubt he was trained well from his stance and combat skills.
Maybe he's from the human lands...Lucy remembers the stories of ambassadors and even slaves who've escaped from the clutches of man. Her awe and so many others were great as they were told the vivid imagery of giant structures, metal buildings that puff black smoke, lights, but not from fire, but from switches of sorts. These strange horseless carriages with wheels in the front of the rider, roaring as it came to life from a lone key. Architecture and arts they never thought possible as handcrafted stone statues of winged humans stand proud upon their homes.
But the awe was also mixed with disgust at how dirty they are. Throwing to not even attempting to clean their filth, burning piles of trash, crowded, and no life of nature whatsoever as it's replaced by pollution, more waste and snobs.
If he is from those lands then she knows her time is up. Humans from his homeland are known to be ruthless, no mercy, and are only sent to make sure the job is done...that hanged witch from earlier was that job and so was her village...Sualer...she knew that village...over two hundred of various races lived their...the green mist and fires raged as the humans picked off any who dared flee with their rifles.
Why?...what did they do to deserve these soldiers of the devil himself?...
Lincoln raised his sword, watching as she closes her eyes, a stray tear leaves her as she shakes, but accepts her fate. The young man has similar thoughts as Lucy had moments before.
Primitives, and violent animals. All her kind and so many others have done was raid, kidnap, and murder every little settlement they create in the hopes of their colonization of these lands. Leaving children orphaned as mommy and daddy die in front of them from be it draining of blood, curses, or being eaten alive from these children of the underworld.
'Why do these monsters exist?' Both Lincoln and Lucy thought at the same time as he prepared to bring his blade down but a sudden powerful gust of wind pushed him back, the Bluecoat meeting the hard ground with a grunt.
"Lucy!" A multitude of cries, mainly female, registered in his ears as he got up, sword and revolver in hand as he saw the interesting and unwelcoming sight of other magic wielders, predominantly witches as he saw one warlock glare at him after he checked over the pale one...Lucy he thinks.
Soon they all glared at him...
Hell hath no fury like a woman's scorn, pfft—try witches. Whatever, he shrugged. He knows he's outbeat in this fight, hell he even sees what's no doubt the mother holding the hand of a child, maybe eight or something years old. Blonde like some of the others and the youngest in the pack. Each one were burning holes in his direction, but he gave no shits as he sheathed his weapons and...walked away.
Wait what? Those were the collective thoughts of the Loud family, but one particular member voiced hers.
"Hey!" The red clothe member called out, but Lincoln didn't listen as he kept on walking without a care anymore. "Don't you leave! You have to pay for what you did to my sister you asshole!" She sprinted towards him with speeds deemed inhuman—which she was.
"Lynn!" The eldest of the sisters called out to her as the others voiced her to stop, but Lynn was already closing in as the metallic braclets around her arms pulsed a red hue and morphed into a pair of twin Seax blades.
Leaping to the air. "RRRRRRAAAAAGGGGGHHHHHH!" Her battle cry displayed her ferocious attitude and thirst for an ass-kicking of the human who nearly killed her kid sister.
Lincoln sighed, and with trained skills, pulled out his saber and met the young witches strike.
'CLANG!'
Lynn was brought back to her feet and was taken back from this human's strength as, though he buckled under her more superior force, he held on without any strain to show. Her grin widened, she waited for a moment like this. She's going to beat this asshole to submission and parade him back to her village like one of her many trophies from before.
Lincoln kept his expression neutral—no emotion. He saw how cocky this witch was, so he had to fight smart. Both she and him pushed the other back, she did most of the pushing as Linc had to find his footing. Lynn placed both her blades over her shoulder as she looked down on him with smugness.
"What? Ohhh~ someone's mad," she teased.
Lincoln narrowed his eyes. 'Don't falter...Don't give her encouragement...'
Lynn circled him. "Alright, I'm gonna kick your ass, ok?" Her damn smile never left her. "Good boy."
Lincoln kept his gaze on her and with a breath, he spoke, "Game on..."
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And that's a wrap...
So there's that: True Monsters...
Idea: In an alternate Earth, HUGELY alternate, humanity would sail and discover a far land, the new world as they call it in the east and set their sights in colonizing it. Bringing their problems and greed with them. Humanity would learn these lands are inhabited and magic exists. Fear would spread and distrust and hatred between the foreign invaders and natives would grow into toxic levels as both would fight the other.
The natives have knowledge of the lands and magic as a whole, but humanity would have technology far ahead anything they ever thought possible as they don't know what the lightbulb is, or that the Earth is round. Alongside hundreds upon hundreds of years of war in its belt, man would not fall so easily.
The idea is that Lincoln is not a Loud, meaning he's not related to them whatsoever, he was born human in the homelands of the human race in the western side of the world. Joining the ranks of the Bluecoats he would see combat against human and nonhuman alike as he fights to protect the settlements and the colonizers rights, soon making his presence known as he meets the Louds later on.
So that's that.
Wonder what I'll come up with next, who knows?
Till then...
Hound, out...