The Rising
It was like being trapped in a box. You knew that you were going to die there, and that there was nothing you could do to stop it. And you accepted that. You let that box take over your mind, course through your veins, become every whim and will of your life. Transformation was the word. Transformation in that small box, and rising from that box and into the world. A world that is now dripping red.
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Innocence
Luring
Blood
Burial
Denial
Acceptance
The Rising
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Innocence- the state, quality, or virtue of being innocent: Freedom from sin, moral wrong, or guilt through lack of knowledge of evil.
Ignorance is bliss. Knowing of no wrong or evil; completely unable to see the horrors of life. You might not see the bright, vibrant, colors of life, but in the end it is no doubt better than seeing the crimson horrors. One background, one face, one thought. Ignorance is blind.
Naïve: a vaguely less harsh word than ignorant. They are unable to see things they aren't familiar with, blind to black or white; up or down; left or right. They might happen to know more mathematics than Albert Einstein, or have a better vocabulary than a Webster's Dictionary. But they might not know of any evil or death; hate or sorrow; guilt or torment. They will not see the world as a million different shades; they will see it as one simple shade. One color. Naiveté is color blind.
You can dance over the fancy words; ponder over how someone really can be free from all sin. But there is no such thing as innocence.
That is where our story comes in.
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It didn't light a fire on her lips. It didn't make her knees go weak. It didn't send her mind on a downward spiral into oblivion. It didn't make her veins fill with flames, lust course through her body. It was soft, quick, and easy. It was innocent.
She had pictured it as a long, heated, moment. Their lips would touch, and the whole world would be forgotten. He would shower her in warmth, making her mind go numb, making her believe she was the only girl in the world. Her body would ache for him, wanting nothing more than to be in his heated embrace forever. But it was nothing like that….
The five of them had been playing truth or dare a few nights ago in Victor's college dorm. At first it was simply a way to get away from school, just goofing off and having fun. A few secrets had been revealed, a few embarrassing moments shared, but it was nothing more than that.
Garfield had had an evil smirk on his face the whole night, and no one dared to ask him what he was planning. Soon, his plan could remain secret no longer. He said the words quick and simple, like he had practiced all day. "I dare you to kiss Kory."
Richard's first reaction was to chicken, but he realized he had already used up his three passes. He had to do it.
Kory only frowned in confusion when she heard her name come up in the dare. She had no idea what a kiss was, for she scarcely knew the English language. But her face turned redder than a tomato when Rachel described what she had to do in her ear. She, too, had used up all three of her chickens.
It took more than 30 minutes to even get them to look each other in the eye. It took the rest of the hour to get their noses to touch. Richard had dated hundreds of girls, been ten times closer to them than he was right now with Kory. He was a playboy, and he was the most wanted guy in school. Kory had been asked out multiple times, being one of the prettiest girls in the school, but each time she turned them down. She had a certain aura about her, a certain bliss. She was naïve, which everyone knew, because she had just moved to America from a distant island no one had heard of. But she wasn't dumb. She was one of the smartest students in school, but grades didn't seem to matter much to her. She was acutely aware of other peoples' emotions, and could practically read minds. But she had something about her that was childlike, as if she saw the world as a playground. She saw everything as innocent.
And that innocence didn't seem to change when their lips met. It was simple: lips meet for half a second, pull away. Sure, they blushed afterwards, and smiled sheepishly at each other the next day, but nothing seemed to change. She was still the sweet naïve girl everyone adored.
And he was still the dangerous playboy every girl lusted after. And after the kiss, he had his sites set on one girl, and one girl alone.
He didn't want her. He wanted her.
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If you read my story 'Twisted' you would know what her and her mean. Her in italics is the lust-filled Kory, the one who is evil and cunning. Her in normal lettering is innocent, sweet Kory. Try to guess what happens next. The 'Innocence, Luring, Blood, Burial, Denial, Acceptance, The Rising' plays a major part in the story. It's the changes she goes through.
Sorry it was a little rushed. I have the flu, and my mind isn't focusing very well. I promise the next chapter will be better.
Review or I won't update!! I'm open for idea's!!
-Alien