Okay guys, i've actually decided to WRITE a story instead of just reading one. This is my FIRST fanfic, so I hope you enjoy it. I would also appreciate it if you would review, and I'm always open to any suggestions for future events
DISCLAIMER!
Coraline: HEY you stole me!
Heartflower: I did not!
Coraline: Uh huh! I don't belong to you
Heartflower: True but if you hadn't have interrupted! - glare - Everyone would have already been told that!
Coraline: - glare -
Heartflower: ….. Well anyway on with the story!
He Who Escaped: Chapter 1
The rain beat down on the earth like a colony of angry hornets. A lone figure could be seen struggling through the rain. It had gone through a lot to get here, and was pretty beat up. His black hair was plastered to the side of his head, and his clothes, now merely rags, clung uncomfortably to his skin.
He sloshed through the rivers of mud and up a steep and slippery hill. Drenched from head to foot, he was finally nearing his destination. He stumbled once, and fell splashing into a puddle of mud. WIth effort, he pulled himself up and shakily continued his slow progress.
The rain, cold on his skin, would only allow him to see a few feet. It was relentless. He trudged on until he could barely stand up right. He was ready to give up, then and there, but he saw hope. Hope in the form of a rotting, old sign. Pink Palace This Way, it read. He dragged himself in the direction it pointed, squinting in the rain to see any sign of the big house.
Finally, he could make out a very dim and faint outline in the distance. He jumped as thunder boomed and lightning split the sky. Shivering from the cold, he trudged through the slimy, muddy ground. Suddenly, he tripped. To weak and tired to scream, he rolled down the hill toward the faded pink old house.
He came to a jarring stop at the bottom of the hill. Moaning, he tried to pick himself up, but his arms failed and he crashed back on the ground. He bordered on the edge of unconsciousness while the coldness from the ground creeped into his limbs. He wanted so bad to give into the blackness, but instead he pushed it away. With a groan, he hoisted himself onto his hands and knees.
Desperately, he crawled across the ground, his clothes getting even more filthy than they already were. So eager was he to reach the old and creepy house, that he pushed on. It wasn't too far now. His strength failed him again, his arms wobbled and gave way. He spit out some mud and proceeded in dragging his body across the ground. Almost there.
He wouldn't allow himself to rest, not when he was so close. The house of apartments loomed before him. It's wood was creaky, and its paint faded and peeling, but nevertheless it was the symbol of relief. The house looked ominous and creepy in the dark and rainy day.
Groaning, he dragged himself at last to the rickety, old, splintery steps. He rested against it briefly, gathering up his strength, whatever was left of it anyway. He let out another moan and pulled himself up the steps and to the white painted door.
Mustering up enough strength, he knocked weakly on the worn wood. The sound was pathetic, but he couldn't gather up enough strength to try again. He closed his eyes, to worn out to cry. Suddenly, the door swung open and light poured out into the dark.
Relief filled him as he opened his eyes. He had done it. Weakly, he pulled his button-eyed face up to look at the blue haired female standing in the doorway. Her skin was pale, and her face was flecked with freckles. She had on some dark blue jeans, and a shirt with a butterfly in it. In her short blue hair, was a dragonfly barrette. "Help…Me…" he croaked pathetically.