Ok hey there! This is my first story posting on Fan Fiction! I had wrote this out of a dream I had and felt like continuing it. It's not my best but I shall edit anything anybody has anything to say about it to fix it up, and…yeah. Well, I guess this culd be like a published story where the author publishes a sequel if they get enough readers….and like that, if I actually get some reviews I will continue this story to give the readers what they want. Anyways, enough of this! Read on!
MonsterLand
Chapter 1: The Strange Begins with a Dream
A regular day. More in fact a regular school day.
Bustling teenagers filled the busy halls; every door framed a class room inside that glimpsed the learning of students taught by teachers. In most of those classrooms students whispered to friends, teachers called on to whoever they could catch interrupting, and some kids willingly raised their hands to answer a question.
This monotonous day presented many different people in their own personalities and the boring presentations of schoolwork. School drained the energy out of you while charging you with hard work and extra school after the day was over. The day couldn't be any more boring.
Classes held many students ranging from ten to thirty. Teachers conducted the class in front and tried to keep everyone in order. Chaos would sometimes erupt, obviously, but that was school. And in school stress was a big part but friends were there and they would help you through the huge year. Even in some classes where time ticked by so slowly like the world had just stopped spinning at that exact moment. Although some classes had a seemingly fast clock and the period went by quickly through the minds of some.
In one particular class room though, eighteen students sat in each desk, only ten empty seats left. Up in front a teacher with a pink hat on educated these students on the subject of Language Arts. This class was one of the agonizingly long periods.
Showing how obvious the subject being taught here in this room was Language Arts it displayed Grammar instructions hung about everywhere around the students. Posters about figurative language, or the skills of writing, or even encouraging statements urging kids to learn stuck on the white walls.
To make this day sound ever more boring the windows were half open, the warm weather mocking us. Even though they were still shut, the chirping of birds and the roll of the steady breeze reached our ears. The outgoing need to enjoy the arrival of spring was upon all of us students. That frenzied feeling had settled on the teacher too for she gazed out the window longingly with us as she spoke the words of English.
Yet I wasn't listening to her words. I was not listening to the hushed chatter of the students. Nor was I sitting in the pool of bright sunlight that filtered through the windows and shined upon all of the class. Only I was bathed and secluded in the darkness as I stared solemnly out that one window.
The thing that was on my mind though was very different from the minds of the rest of the class.
Some of the girls that had their hearts occupied at the moment daydreamed about their special guy. A few other girls were fretting about their stressful life that seemed to be filled up of homework, drama – and hair problems, of course. Some other girls drifted to a longing for a nice sleep-filled day afterwards, or just hanging out with their friends at the end of the day.
Most of the guys stared transfixed on a random item as a picture of them winning – a sport, a girl, or just some accomplishment shined in their minds. The other handpicked ones drooled over some of the girls while others had their minds on a lazy day after school.
Only a couple people either were paying avid attention to the teacher or were just brain dead with blank far away expressions on their faces.
I was one of the select few who had their minds in a different far away place though. Whole new worlds opened up before my very own glazed eyes as I sat in wonderment at my imaginative creations.
Mountains, vast and a powerful sight to see. Green plants, swaying in the gentle soothing breeze with a steady rhythm of peaceful music sifting through the air. Clouds, lazily gliding along the drift. Life, a feeling that every tree trunk to every stump of stone quivered with.
A sword, pierced deep within the soil of land. Beasts, lumbering by in packs seeking their prey out with salivating jaws. Shadows, penetrating the flow of bright light among the liveliness that filled the air. Death, it came after and before life as it brought along the air of despair and a new bringing of hope.
These things opened up a bridge that lead to a river of shifting waves that dived down into a tunnel that flew up towards the sky bringing along an air of feeling as if one could fly. And there, an opening was created as a new form of freedom to escape was brought forth that created something both dangerous and fantastic.
An adventure.
After long dronings from the teacher had ended and the bell had rung, signaling passing period, I was already heading out down the swarming hallway. Students of different ages rushed past me, some rudely pushing me aside. Sometimes my anger would spike and I would shove back – a bit harder. Once they'd turn around to cuss me out I had already disappeared in the throng of students.
Only half a minute had passed by and I was at one of my friend's locker. She was deep inside it, moving things aside for the right school tools she required.
So when she turned around I gave her quite a fright for I was standing right behind her without her knowing.
"Ah! God, Autumn, stop doing that!" Morgan cried out.
"Aw but it's fun scaring people," I teased back.
"Whatever," and off we were, flying down the schools steep flight of steps. Twenty-eight steps each, I had counted out of utter boredness.
It was that utter boredness that forced the next words out of my mouth.
"Were all gonna die," I pouted out of nowhere. I said this phrase a lot, for tiredness had drained the energy out of me to be able to start a real conversation.
"That's happy," Morgan said the same thing Katherine told me all the time after I said something like this.
"Yeah, like were going to die now."
I had no idea those words were very near to the possible truth 'till much later, when things got hectic.
It was now finally last period – Science. I liked Science though. We were studying space, and oh how I love space. The adventures I could experience there. New faces of planets explored, stretches of endless boundaries, and the miraculous feeling of discovery. Someday I'd be out there, looking down on the faraway world with new eyes.
Yet I'm still a beginner right now, only holding so much knowledge I could carry. A high-schooler who had one more year after this one 'till escaping out of school only to be rewarded with more.
In Science right now at this moment the teacher has clicked a remote and now a video had been shot overhead. Moving pictures flashed on the screen as information was being provided to us by uninteresting educational adults.
I obviously wasn't listening for my head was drooping down and my eyelids could no longer stand the tiredness that bore down on me.
Before I knew it – or anyone for that matter – a deep sleep took a hold of me and pulled me down under the cold waves of submission.
And soon a dream penetrated those waters and wrapped itself around my mind like a warm soothing blanket. As images unfolded to create a vision inside my mind a dreadful feeling of fear plummeted down within me.
My subconscious mind could not ponder this out once the dream finally took shape and brought me to a whole new world.
Darkness. And then… light? No, it couldn't be, darkness was still hanging over my eyes like a shadowy veil. Yet I could see what was around me…
Around me were kids. Kids of different ages, gender, races, and appearances spread out on either side of me.
In a line,
Sitting down on the ground (although I couldn't tell of there was a ground at all for everywhere was just black and dark).
The kids were also chained.
And so was I.
Chained to the…ground? Couldn't even move a muscle, couldn't blink, couldn't…
Holy crap I can't breathe!
Panic rolled over me and crushed me down as I tried to open my mouth to gasp in air, tried to even as such twitch my nose. But to no avail no muscle in my body moved and I still wasn't breathing. I wasn't even sure if my heart was beating along inside of me.
Yet here I was, still technically alive. Frozen in spot, muscles not working – not even my organs inside seemed to be functioning.
However I could see everywhere. It felt like I had millions of eyes spread out on my body for I could see what was behind and in front of me – just growing darkness.
A thought then occurred to me: this seeing everywhere could be my minds eye for this was just a dream. I didn't even remember how I got here in the first place; you never remember the beginnings of dreams. So this was all just in my mind.
Right?
Suddenly a blinding light shot all the way from my right side. The light kept growing brighter and brighter as I squinted my blinded eyes towards the doorway of light.
I then instantly realized something: my mind sight was gone, and I could move – and breath!
My lungs immediately shrieked for air and I obeyed its command by sucking in a gulp of fresh air. Turning my head to the side about every kid was doing the same – except for the girl that sat next to me. She sat calmly and no expression flickered across her face as she breathed in through her nose evenly.
The girl had long brown hair and dark eyes and she wore nothing but torn grey rags on her body. She didn't even turn to look in my direction as I stared at her in bewilderment. She kept her eyes averted, straight ahead and didn't even appear to blink at all.
Unexpectedly, the light disappeared and a loud crashing noise echoed around. And then, out of the darkness, two figures came forth.
My eyesight couldn't penetrate through this darkness and perceive them out but I could tell by the sounds of their voices that they were male.
"I'm telling you we'll never find the right one through this crowd!" The first voice sounded out.
"Shut it, this will be quick and easy," The second voice growled back.
"So we just start at number one and work our way through one hundred!" The first person shouted out impatiently.
"Relax, the one is not going to be the last person," Number two calmly replied.
"That's what you say," The first one muttered back in obvious anger.
"Will you just up and help me look?" The second voice finally broke and cried out.
Suddenly the ruffling of paper sounded out and the first voice echoed around.
"Skip the first three."
"Why?"
They'll easily die the first step they take," He replied back nonchalantly.
"Why Stoyan? Give me reasons!" The second guy said to the first person, apparently named Stoyan.
"Well one and three barely even step foot outside…" More ruffling of paper, "two, four, and five are allergic to basically everything…Oh and the twenty-second person here hides under his bed when a storm comes by," Stoyan huffed out.
I soon began to realize that these two people were talking about us, the kids spread out in a line.
Time ticked by and they were now on the twenty-fifth person here. This dream seemed to go on forever. I really wanted to get up and run around but even though I could blink and breathe I couldn't move from this spot. The chains didn't really help either.
"Number twenty-nine might do fine…Wait she's addicted to video games, I don't think she'd last a day without technology." Stoyan announced but the other guy didn't even answer.
"Kyran! Are you even listening to me?"
"What? Oh yeah…Hey I think were close to the one," Kyran told him.
Honestly I had no clue what 'the one' business they were referring to was. The one to savagely kill, mercilessly torture, or the one to be forced into being a miserable slave? I thought pessimistically.
"Ok…well onto thirty – oh wait no…he's not going to work…" Stoyan looked down at a fat beady eyed boy just a couple of people away from me.
Now that the two guys were closer to me I could tell what they looked like. Stoyan had dark brown hair with a short beard curved around his chin. Kyran had a lighter brown hair with no beard but large sideburns. Both were tall and look to be round their twenties or thirties. The unusual thing about them though were their eyes. I couldn't see them; all that could be seen were sunken dark spots where the eyeballs should have been.
They both had matching clothes – brown leather suits with deep red ties. Now the thing that was opposite of them was their skin. Stoyan has a dark hue to his while Kyran's was a pale-looking tone.
Despite some of their differences they looked like brothers. They had the exact same facial look to them. Each had pointy chins that stuck out with small sharp noses.
Then something caught my eye. Something appeared to flutter and twitch on their backs. As they got closer I could finally tell that the torn fabric I could glimpse on their backs were...wings!
Kyran had these dark yellowish spotted wings that twitched now and then. Stoyan possessed the same kind of drooping wings except they were a deep brown that was tattered at the ends which slithered on the ground behind him. You couldn't exactly tell if they were wings for the here seemed to be no bone or tissue that held them up. The appendage hung down uselessly flat on their backs.
So they both owned two strange abnormal appearances – the wings and the sunken eyes. Also the weird brother connection because they seemed to be apparent opposites of each other.
My imagination rocked.
"Forty – Oh I give up! I can't stand this! Pick the one human that doesn't appear to be human out of the one hundred humans! We probably can't stretch anymore time for this! Some minds have already woken up!" Stoyan suddenly shrieked out.
"Calm down brother, were almost there to the one. I can feel it," Kyran said in his optimistic voice.
"You can…? Cause I can too…" Stoyan looked oddly at Kyran.
"Maybe that's a good thing," Kyran said uneasily.
All this strange talk from them was really annoying me. I didn't get anything they were saying and by glancing around I could tell the rest of the kids couldn't either.
Only five people left and they would be onto me. I tried to squirm out of here somehow but I was frozen in spot and chained. I knew they'd come over and start talking about my flaws like they did to the rest of the some fifty people. No one seemed to ger what they were doing and I bet everyone thought that this was some odd unusual dream their mind came up with.
Well I thought that too and these people were probably made up from my mind but I really didn't need my mind to chastise me about all my mistakes and fears.
The two weird guys were back to speaking out loud of all the kids' faults and now only three people sat in between me and the girl now being articulated.
"Too girly," Kyran stated simply.
"Don't know what she'd look like beneath all that make-up…" I just barely heard the Stoyan dude mutter under his breath.
"So, now what's wrong with you?" Stoyan said mildly as he stepped in front of a shaggy-haired boy who looked around my age, sixteen.
"Really?" Kyran glared at his brother.
"What? I'm getting tired of this," He shrugged and then started flipping through some papers that he held in his hand.
"Well…He might work, other than being a wimp he sounds okay."
Kyran shook his head, "No, it's not him." They moved on and faced another chained boy and from the size of his muscles he looked like he could snap these chains in half. I couldn't see why he wasn't trying.
The boy glared vehemently at the two strangers standing before him.
"Nope, don't like him," Stoyan immediately spoke out.
"He's not it either, "Kyran sighed.
Nervousness woke deep inside of me and blossomed open in full bloom throughout my body. O had no idea what these two weirdo's would say or do to me. I had no wish to find out either.
Okay now –" Stoyan began but Kyran broke him off.
To make matters worse he was looking down at me. Soon Stoyan realized who Kyran was staring at and he appeared startled – well so was I. I had no idea why they were eyeing at me like this.
"Yup, she's the one," Stoyan seemed to conclude to himself.
Suddenly the confusion, nervousness, and awkwardness swirled all inside me and mixed together to an even stronger emotion.
Anger. And that one raw feeling gave strength to my inner being. Strength to shift my weight around so I could stand up in front of them, strength for my to shout out.
Looking them straight in the eye I screamed out.
"End this now!"
All these stupid feelings and how my mind kept contemplating of how I felt was driving me crazy. I wanted out, out of this dream. So I would force my mind to finally obey me.
For some reason my wish was granted to me and my vision was fading out as darkness washed over like towering waves.
Yet the last thing I saw of this messed up dream were the two grinning faces of the brother as if they were the enemies and had just won some tremendous battle.
And that I had granted them their victory.