Okay, I love the Ooops story to death but no one ever reviewed and I got tired of writing a story only one person reviewed. This is my last chance. IF no one reviews this I'm going to just yank my stuff off. I don't know why I type this, writing is suppose to be about your audience enjoying your work and not about feedback but I LOVE feedback. SO PLEASE REVIEW even if it's to say it sucks. And if you have no clue what's going on then please read Ooops and what I have typed of Ooops 2. Maybe if I get more reviews on those I'll finish it. And Cinco, Brom, and Meia are MINE but Lotr and Shannara are not*sob*
It wasn't real and she knew it. It was her fault and yet he was pushing it on her again. It was his fault to a point, he let her get away with it, but when he finally did bring her back she would fold like a deck of cards. Somewhere inside he seemed to know it was wrong to shut her up about those things, but it didn't matter the notion she had would go away sooner or later.
Cinco * ken-so * Lywasky walked outside, puffing on his cigarette as he heard the soft clink of dishes. Meia would learn, he told himself. One day, she would do everything she dreamed of, but first she had to get the mad idea people in her storybooks existed. She was gone for two weeks and claimed she had been gone for nearly 35 or more years. Doctors said she could have been given a hallucinogenic drug and he believed it. He would do anything he could for his little sister, including the finest treatment available. IF it came to that.
"It probably will," He mumbled crushing the cigarette under his heel in the grass. Cinco looked a lot like his sister. He had the same grey-blue eyes and brunette hair. His was wavy and kept short and neat. He was 28, ten years older than his little sister. He had to admit she did look different when he found her on the porch nearly five months ago. She looked-older.
There was the crash of a plate being broken and Cinco felt his hair stand on end as he heard Meia scream. He turned on the heel of his black nike sneaker and rushed inside. He charged through the living, knocking over his favorite lamp in the process and skidded to a stop in the kitchen door.
There was a man. Perhaps he was a monster. Swaddled in robes and a cloak as black as the moon's shadow and his head nearly reached the ceiling and broken porcelain littered the ground the man stood on. Wrapped securely in his arms was a sobbing Meia.
"GET OUT OF MY HOUSE! LET HER GO!" Cinco roared, fear twinged his insides. Neither looked at him and he reached blindly to his side, groping for anything. Then he lunged to his left where the closet door stood ajar and he thrust his arm inside the darkness. His hand curled around the thick shaft of a baseball bat.
"I SAID GET OUT!!!" Cinco yelled and finally the dark man's eyes swept over and locked with his. Then, slowly, Meia looked over too. Tears streaked down her face, but she didn't seem to be scared only confused at her brother's actions. "Mei, get away from him!" Cinco hissed and she vaguely shook her head and laid it on the man's chest. Something about this action made Cinco's restraint snap.
He let out a fierce cry and rushed at the man, bat wielded. He brought the bat up and then began to lower it with terrifying force, but nothing connected. The bat splintered as it smashed into the sink, suds and porcelain slewn everywhere, but Meia and the man were gone.