this is a story i started writing... damn near three years ago i believe.i belted a good one out, but i never finisheed it. i went threw ( please exuse spelling errors, i recently lost the use of my left index finger, and working around it is diffucult) and decided to come here just for kickes. i thought about putting it up so here are the first two chapters on fanfics... and well here it is. this story is... a story in a story.
a young boy by the name of kala and his grand father lupus have a strong bond together. every so often this story is retold threw the family. the story is of a young street rat, alak, last of a once proud family. his life is put in danger by another crest and slowly a tale weaves together of curroption, death, hatred, and a certain demi human who cant seem to keep his fingers out of others buessness, i own only my mind and the idea's that spring forth, only a handfull of every one you read of in this tale were created by me, and my friend.
if you like the story please state so, that way i know wheither or not this lost cause has a perpose, thank you and enjoy.
yours truly
gero
Title: I see it in your eyes
Chapter one: Prelude/the story
A small boy sat up in the half darkness of his room; the full moon outside shining threw his half-closed windows. Stuffed animals looked down on him from shelves on the walls, posters every now and then making them known with their bright colors, though seemingly dulled in the silence of the night.
He shivered as a draft caught him; he pulled the blanket around him and looked out of his half-opened door, wondering if any one was near his room. When he didn't see anyone he got up, blanket wrapped around his body, teddy bear held tightly in his hands, and pushed open his door the rest of the way. It led to the upper hallway of the two-story house; the hallway was lit by the moonlight. The window drapes were pulled back and the light reflected off his bright blue hair, giving it a pale tint, almost ghostly looking in this light.
He walked down the hallway slowly, his steps quietly echoed, almost echoing in the silence, amplified in the growing darkness. He turned around a corner and saw the study room door, and the stairs leading to the downstairs.
It was cracked slightly open, and light from the fire that crackled and popped idly inside. He smiled and pushed open the door. And old man dressed in a dark robe and a small jump suite style pajama was looking in the fire.
"what are you doing Grand pa?" the boy asked as he let the blanket fall, he glanced around the room, his inquisitive mind finding anything that took his fancy, before passing his gave onward to what ever else he could see. A grand styled clock stood on the mantle of the fire, ticking out its timely call as the night wore on. The clock said only nine thirty, but it was way past the boy's bedtime.
" Kala what are you doing up? Its much to late for someone as young as you to be up." The grandfather chided softly, his blue locks shaking slowly with his head, the Grey visible clearly now that lupus had a few years on him. The boy sniffed slightly." I'm sorry please don't be mad." He said softly, only the age of four he was very touchy when it came to angering people, very few at that age are.
" Its ok my boy." The grand father said as he waved his hand, beckoning him in." come in and shut the door." Kala complied." Why's that grandpa lupus?" he asked as he listened to him, he set his blanket on the couch and set his teddy on top, doubling over his work to make sure the teddy bear was comfortable.
He smiled and turned to see that lupus had pulled up a chair next to his, Kala smiled as his blue eyes twinkled reflecting the fires light in them. " Is it a story? Is it huh?" he asked as he stumbled over and climbed onto the chair.
The grand father nodded." Not just any story tonight though, this one is real." He said in a mysterious voice, one that seemed to mask his age for a few moments." This one is real, magic monsters and all." He whispered as his eyes glazed over slightly. He smiled as his mind began taking him back in time threw the woven thoughts that were his memories. He took himself back as he spoke the words his mind had been repeating over and over again." There was a demi human, a long time ago…."
Chapter 2: the docks
Lynx sat, legs propped up on the table as he talked to his co-worker, a man by the name of orphan. " I know jeez, we can't ship out till we pay the fee's. What do you want from me an arm and a leg?" he said with a sarcastic tone. ". If it helped pay then sure. Its not like we can just hop along the road those damn docking authorities will tear our ship apart." Orphan said coolly as he thought, trying to come up with a way out of the situation. " Well lynx we have three choices, bounty, hard work, or theft you pick." He said as e sighed and sat down roughly.
Lynx would rub his chin with his tail, the cat humanoid demi human that he was had been trying to come up with a solution." Well then lets find us a bounty." He said smoothly. He would get up and headed to the door. On the way out he grabbed his trench coat." Stay here. Ill go check things out, I mean with you being a big rock star I wouldn't want you to break a nail." Lynx hurried out of the room at the last comment, a grin playing on his face as he did.
On the other side of town a young teen was hopping from roof to roof, following behind a procession of wealthy noble men and women. They rode on thrones with platforms built around them, and shades over the top. They seemed to love riding threw the streets, parading their fancy clothes and lackluster points of views. He had stolen from them once before and they never quite got over it
The boy was no more then 16, though you couldn't tell from the outside. He was dressed almost like a ninja, exempt bare foot and his eyes were not shown. Most would think him some weird demi that can see with out seeing, but in truth the veil covering his face was extremely well made, high quality and worked as a one way see threw silk.
He hopped over a wall and grabbed a building edge, pulling himself onto the ledge and over. He smirked as he looked at the front of the procession, an old man called drake, the leader and man of the family, was making his way threw shouting" way, way for the calroy!" his families crest, almost like our last names, said in the same fashion almost. For example drake would be drake of calroy.
He looked at him, old probably slow, not a problem. The next in line was his son, Casreil. He had dark hair, cut short, tanned leathery skin, and he was a sword fencer of extremely well grade, not a bad taste in women either, gathering from the women that sat on his throne as it was carried by the eunuchs. His gaze traveled back even more to his first born daughter, second born behind Casreil.
His first born daughter was Laura, a practicing wikka, dabbling in the elements. Like her brother her hair was ebony black, but cut a bit longer, stopping just above her shoulders. Her emerald eyes seemed to hold a deadly shine to them, one that showed how powerful a hold she could have one a man if she so desired.
Finally the twins. They were not really twins, but most believed them to be. The boy, axe, was a slave, dark hair traced with red, and red eyes burning past his low cut hair that seemed to drape over his eyes, though he was a slave he hardly did any work, just what his master Kim wanted.
She was a high breed of women, most men considering her a target of sorts, many asked for her name in marriage but sadly, her father had no control over her. It was her brother Casreil who had to clear the groom to take her hand, or she would have been gone long ago. Her black hair (it had to be a trait of blood) was laced with red like axe's, her brown eyes were shocking, looking at them gave you the impression what you saw was what you got, and yet they still held a certain mystery about them, like a secret you could never find out no matter how hard you looked.
He shook his head." Way, way for the calroy!" the old man drake called, his creases getting deeper, each facial feature deepening." NOW!" the boy axe jumped out, soaring upwards as he looked at the thief, he gulped as he realized they had set him up for a trap." Where will you go now? You will pay for the thefts!" the old man screamed, axe landed on the roof a good 12 feet away." Not only is our pet dog after you but so is every bounty hunter in this city!" Kim looked up, slightly a worried look had crossed her face, and she didn't want her brother hurt. She smacked her self mentally, reminding her self that axe was not her brother, though he had been there for her more then any of the family she had blood wise. Her mother died and her father was not even true blood, so you can imagine she didn't have very many to talk to besides axe. She raised her hand and idly played with a bracelet, Alak only caught a glimpse of it, but he would get it soon.
The boy drew out a thin wire, not really thin, but enough of one side of the wire shined in the light..." Dog eh?" he asked axe growled slightly as a fang protruded to be hard to spot if you were not looking right where it was he turned to axe slowly as the hook on the end over his bottom lip. "There is reson for axe nick name." The 'dog' whispered apparently not schooled in the languages of his masters." No way!" The boy screamed, looking like he was about to have a heart attack. " Alak pay." Axe whispered. " So you know my name? Not many but street smart people know that." He said before regaining his composure
"A were wolf? Well looks like I might have to run." He said sarcastically, trying to bluff it out as he thought of a way out. He would smirk as he swung the wire slowly at first, with gathering momentum. Axe crouched, in a position that looked like a cat or something that was ready to pounce on its prey.
Casreil would grab his sword from his bag and draw it out swiftly, a moment later he was climbing the side of the house, sword in one hand, other drawing him to the house's roof. He hopped over and saw the two in a stand still." Sick him!" Casreil yelled, his voice lighter then you would expect, but then again he wasn't really the biggest person, more frail looking when he was standing, and his sword in his hand.
Axe jumped forward, one hand shooting out catching alak by the arm; his pearly white nails cutting threw the clothing. Alak thanked god that his clothes were designed baggy, or he probably wouldn't have an arm right now. He would twist around and kick axe in the side, a snap kick, nothing fancy. He succeeded in checking axe, but only so much that he was on his guard now. Casreil charged forward, his sword held tight as he slashed up and down at alak, slightly in a diagonal path so as to do as much damage as possible. The wire helped block one blow, and made Casreil back off but not for long, he hid the wire again as Casreil began his second attack. On the last upswing before the sword would rend alak's flesh he back-flipped, kicking the blade higher up, his hands caught the edge of the roof, and for a moment he hung in a hand stand, he would feel his weight shift slightly as he gritted his teeth.
Casreil recovered quikly and launched out, trying to cut alak's exposed body in half, but failing as alak swung downward, he flew threw an open window, not perfectly like in all those movies, his entrance to the room was sloppy, he banged his left arm on the side of the window and hit a table on the way in. he recovered and ran to the other window, for only a few heart beats after he began running axe flipped threw the window, his wolfish balance and instinct helping him avoid alak's mistake.
Alak jumped out the window on the opposite side, his aim clear as axe approached the window at full speed, he landed on Casreil's throne, he pulled a second sword Casreil always carried, its hilt silver with gold inlaced and trimmings, and diamonds inset in the handle, the blade was Mithril and very light. Alak smiled and hopped over Laura's throne, landing on top of it he hopped to Kim, landing next to her with the sword held to her throat." Sorry." He whispered with a flinch." I don't want to do this but I need your family off my tail." He turned and looked at the approaching axe, who had taken a look of horror at where he had ended up, Casreil had somehow gotten around and to his other side. surrounded would be a good word, for that's all he was.
He would shake his head as he sighed." I won't hurt your lovely sister if you back off." He called out to Casreil, not daring to move lest he lose his upper hand. Axe would take a step back automatically; drake noted this mentally and sighed. The dog boy would be in pain later for this mistake, not charging to his death for Kim. Alak took her wrist in his, before letting it go he sighed and glanced at her. " Well looks like I cant take ya along.' He whispered as a joke, she looked at him like he was an idiot " just get out of here."
Alak smiled, untill the wind kicked up, blinding everyone with dirt, rocks acted like shrapnel to alak, ripping at his clothes, tearing at exposed flesh. The sand and dirt backed off, and after a moment every ones eyes had readjusted to the light once more.
What they saw surprised them, since alak was a normal on the streets, especially at fooling the gamblers, taking the money of the men that cheated by beating them at their own game. His blue hair shone and his eyes seemed to Pierce who ever he looked at. He looked to Kim and winked before running, axe got in the way, barring his path untill he nearly lost his left arm, the blade alak had buried deeply into his chest. Of coarse alak ditched the sword where it had struck axe, but knew it wouldn't kill him, he wasn't a murderer after all.
He took off down one of the alleys, and laughed as he twirled his hand around, a bracelet was in his hand, the calroy crest, turquoise stones were embedded around the gold and silver laced bracelet...' hope Kim doesn't get to mad." He said to himself, jokingly of coarse what did he care?
He hopped a fence and dove into a junk pile, underneath was somewhat like a tent, one he made to hide if someone was searching for him." Three days rations before I must flee. I might want to return this before I leave." He whispered before leaning back." Ill be fine." He whispered
He smiled thinking himself clear untill he felt a small tremor, and the top of the junk pile was blown away. He ducked down, feeling a shard of hot metal cutting at his back." Damn it!" he yelled as he rolled forward. He looked back and there was a really big guy, burnt tan skin, and a good six-foot 7 inches, he was an ex marine by the name of Eric. " Hey boy." He said before he slammed alak in the face with his knee. Alak flew backwards threw the refuse wall of his home as he screamed in pain.
Eric stepped out of the hole alak had made and smiled." Heh the bounty is high, and ive got an eye out for you now alak." He said. Alak looked up wearily. "Dead or alive?" he coughed out, wanting to know what had possessed an ex marine to come after him. Eric laughed." Dead, just dead." He would reach down and grab alak by the face, pick him up and slam him into the much more sturdy brick wall of the houses.
Alak's muffled cries of pain burned into Eric's hand as he repeatedly bashed alak into the wall. His face shows no mercy, nothing but satisfaction. Alak felt himself slammed into the wall one more time before he finally passed out, he had a high tolerance to pain, but even this was getting to him way to much. As soon as the cries of pain stopped Eric let him go, his arm throbbing at how many times he slammed him into the wall." Heh thirty, you're the new high record kid." He said, as this was his way of killing his bounties. alak felt his final breath leave him as darkness came like a swift rider in the night. was this it? the end of his line... perhaps he would see his father again...
this is all for now, if you want to see the fate of alak, then please be so kind as to look at the bottom right of your screen and leave a comment. burn if you will it only serves to make the story better. to those of you who enjoyed my little story, thank you for reading.
see you all soon hopefully
gero