Stuff worth hearing.
A "Charlie Bone" fanfic.
Written by Steady Silence
Full Summary: In cities around Charlie's city, children have mysteriously been disappearing. Charlie and his friends decide to investigate with the help of Paton, and Mrs. Ingledew. They quickly think they have a culprit. But something is missing from their plan, with him and his friends constantly slipping out of the academy, they need someone to cover for them. A person that they can trust. That person is second-year Blaire Sonar. A girl who's past is mysterious, and talks to the objects around her. A girl is who constantly feared for her strange behavior, and also a girl who is bullied for her odd behavior. Despite Blaire's odd behavior Charlie and his friends deem that she may be one of the few people they can still trust at Bloor's. But perhaps there is more than meets the eye to the odd new girl.
A little note before we begin:
Well, hello everyone. Thanks for reading!
Anyway I would like to say something before we begin, well obviously. I'll try to keep this short, for I have a rather unfortunate habit of making these little author's notes longer than they intend to be occasionally. This story doesn't exactly take place in any Charlie Bone book, although you may see several references to the books. But in this first chapter, you will notice many plot differences.
Also, please note that I will have two OC's in here. Possibly more but I doubt that. Layla Herring, and Blaire Sonar are my OC's.
Layla is an endowed child, and her endowment is similar to Paton Yewbeam's. You know that guy whose Charlie's uncle. Yeah anyway she can do stuff with light beams and well it's quite hard to explain really, you'll just have to read and find out. Charlie and company met Layla in their last semester at Bloor's and found out about her endowment, and are some of her only friends. You'll see why.
Crap, this did get rather long didn't it, sorry.
Over and out,
-SS
Prologue: The Girl who asked why
It was under the stars where she played. The deep blue sky would reflect on her lush green meadow. The stars would make her cast deep black shadows. Shadows that she made up stories about and told no one else.
The young child would run in the meadow, her quick young footsteps lashing behind her. They would interrupt the silent weight that silence often carried. Crushing the still sound, with quick playful excited footsteps. Footsteps that hit the earth carelessly. The child who if you looked closely enough was silhouetted against the moon.
One night, a long, a long since forgotten night ago, that was forgotten and unknown to all. But the child. The child ran though her used to be lush green meadow. It had been lush green earlier that day, and now was a dark blue, with streaks of beautiful spilling light cast over it. For out here, the stars were odd. They had a mind and brightness of their own, or to her at least they did. ANd out here, the stars, and clouds were her friends, the meadow was as well. They were her refuge and playmates, in this lonesome world she lived in.
Pound, pound, her footsteps hit the deep earth. Casting no echo. As a sound erupted from her, a happy sound, a laughing sound. Her running and laughing little girl was the picture of innocence. Of no threat, and no hostility, she was yet a small child, a child carelessly tossed by the wind. Here, the ground quickly caught her. But despite being blown over and away the girl decided to laugh. A happy, merry laugh. For she saw many reason, she decided that this was the time for her to throw back her head in merry laughter, and laugh.
The lush prairie grass tickled her bare legs, the part that her skirt didn't cover. The wind whispered and whipped cold upon her bare arms. This signaled for her to untie her sweatshirt from her waist, and wear it on her small childish frame. Now more covered, she felt better in the lonesome prairie, playing with her friends, the moon, wind, and sky. Daydreaming in her best friend and refuge, the prairie.
The child lay back down in her place in the grass. She was happy that the wind had put her there. She considered the wind a friend, a friend that had given her a lush place to lie. A friend who had shown her, the beautiful grass. The grass a refuge and friend to her as well.
Her giggles soon quickly mixed with tears, not of happiness as many would assume, but of sadness. The hot liquid spilled out of her eye, and down her cheek. Her giggles formed hiccups, and her tears kept falling, until after a sniff or two of the nose, they stopped.
A flood of question about her life sped through the child's head. Of why everything that had happened to the six-year-old had happened? Why did things keep getting worse when they were supposed to get better? When would life get better and easier for the young six-year-old? Why was her life so difficult, while other's lives seemed so much more enjoyable and easy? Why couldn't she be like them? Why wasn't her life simple like theirs? Why did she even care, and yet why did it matter
To her the questions were as simple as "Why was the sky so blue?" A question that if you searched hard enough you might just find the answer too.
But the questions the child dared ask had no answer.
A flood of rebelliousness formed a flood inside the girl. Annoyance at having no answers to her questions. The anger and sadness at herself for even wondering, for even caring. She wanted an answer, in fact many answers now. Answers to her often enough bravely asked questions. Now not later not anytime else. Now.
She was angry.
"WHY?" She screamed out at the starry sky, the force of her voice shattered her laying form. With a sudden movement she sat up. Dried tears staining her cheeks. As the reality of her question slowly closed in on her, she wished that someone, or something would walk to her hearing her questions, and just finally give her answers.
But, of course, life wouldn't give that to her. She wasn't that lucky of a child, nor are we always that lucky of a world. Instead life gave her something very different.
It seemed that something within her broke and changed. She knew it was different, knew it had changed. She knew it would last for all of eternity, something that was now given to her. Somehow she knew it would be only a curse. A curse to her for asking a simple question.
The stars and clouds in the night blue sky.
Crowded together, and formed a line.
They begged for forgiveness, and wished for more
More to give the child,
More than they could ever afford.
And yet despite they're begging for forgiveness,
They were rejected, lost, and hopeless
They knew what the least they could do for the poor little girl,
They knew what it was, what do it could
They crowded around and above the small figure
Laying deep in the prairie grass
And shielded her from further harm at the moment,
They somehow knew what she would encounter,
In her dearest lifetime.
And perhaps her only lifetime.
And so that night, many nights and years ago,
A forgotten night, and unnoticed to but the child and the wind
The night when the clouds and stars crowded the sky
Because they were protecting their friend, the child
Once the picture of innocence
Skipping in the prairie
Fallen by the wind
Wondering about her very own life,
Shouting at her very own friend, the sky.
Protected by the stars, wind and cloud,and even the sky
Blanketed by the prairie grass
Cursed in the prairie,
Cursed at night,
For all eternity,
A curse the child would bear.
This was just the prologue, I'm going to get chapter one up soon. So, yeah the actual plot hasn't exactly started yet, this little bit will obviously become important later. But for now here's my prologue. If you're reading this, please review, it helps me update quicker. And thank you for reading.
