Me: I keep making new stories when thinking of ideas to write for my Raven and Rena mom and dad fanfic… I know what's going to happen but I just can't type it….. T.T This story is Raven x Rena…*flinches while saying that* Basically sort of a city life story, the music is the magic~
Elsword: *Whispers in Cheryl's ear* Raven x Rena~
Me: *stabs Elsword repeatedly with a spoon*
Elsword: DX It's so scary! It's poking at my flesh T.T Make it stop!
FLASHBACK
Me: MY SISTER TOOK AWAY MY PS3! *heavy monster breathing* SHE WILL DIE*Holds a knife*
Rena: Uhhh… Cheryl that's a spoon.
Me:…..
…
Me: THIS HOMEWORK IS SO ANNOYING WHY WON'T YOU JUST DIE?! *Hold a knife*
Eve: I apologize to say it, but that is indeed a spoon Cheryl.
Me: WHY DOES THIS KEEP HAPPENING!?
(Raven sneaking away in the background with a bag full of knives)
Me: *bites of the head of the spoon to make it sharp* HAHAAHAHAHAHA! THAT'S BETTER!
My name is Rena, my hair is a forest of green along with my eyes, I wear my hair in a ponytail that goes down my back. My clothes are like any other you'd usually find in the world, and the spotlight is my life.
The stage brightened as the bright, white and neon lights had switched on. There was a humming of intro music. People began to cheer the name. The curtains turned from burgundy to bloody red with the change in the brightness of the stage.
I walked behind the curtain, "Good luck out there, Aisha." I sighed.
My name is Rena. I may have said my first few words incorrectly. My SONGS in the spotlight have been my life and always will be.
Aisha; my purple haired friend, took a deep breath and walked onto the stage singing with the microphone to her lips. Her dazzling dress glittered white and purple, her purple hair and eyes looked at the crowd happily. The jumbo screen caught every detail of her perfectly.
"The night is young, the darkness grows darker.
Each passing second, breathing gets harder.
I'm out alone, but I see this forest so clearly.
What am I? I am your night watcher~"
Night Watcher – by ChocoPieCheryl :3 just a few lyrics I made up randomly. XD
Yep, that's my song out there. It was me who wrote that for Aisha considering the fact that I am her songwriter. Stella; Aisha's manager walked up to me with an intimidating look to her face.
"Rena I must speak to you."
"Yes ma'am?"
"It's about your song writing."
"W-What's wrong? Is there something wrong with the lyrics?"
"No, your music is wonderful. It's just that the company has been asking for a new style. Partying, people having fun, people being famous. The basics."
"B-But, I really like my music as it is."
"I understand, but this is the real world. You can't always get what you want" She made a sound of annoyance, "I want you to stay after the concert and clean up, there were no janitors available. You should find yourself having plenty of time to think of lyrics for a new song." and walked away.
I watched her tramp away. I hate making music with such terrible messages; how can I do as I am told?
The song was over; Aisha walked across the stage and behind the curtains.
"How was I?" she rubbed off some of the sweat on her brow using her thumb.
"As great as always." I smiled giving her two thumbs up.
She threw me the microphone. "Thanks." She looked exhausted and walked out the back door and towards her limo.
I stayed there the whole time, until everybody had left. I waxed and polished the stage, picked up any trash left behind from the audience, while TRYING to think of new lyrics.
Such things… I cannot write about… Perhaps it would be best if I went home to think about it. I examined the stage; there on the shining polished floor was the black microphone. I couldn't forget to unplug that. What a beautiful instrument, looking so basic, but able to amplify something so beautiful. I do wonder what it's like on the stage.
I clutched the microphone in my hand. Holding it to my lips; preparing my voice. I sang a note, it echoed across the colossal room beautifully. I sang the first song that had come to my head; it was the closest thing to what my manager had wanted me to compare my music to.
Raven's POV
Shit… This is no good. The screeching gunfire deafened my ears as each shot just barely scrapped at me.
I held the gun in my hand; I swiped my bangs away and pulled the trigger. My name is Raven, I wear my hair short and use my bangs to cover the scars on my face. My clothes show my muscles for intimidation against an opponent; my clothes hid many more of my scars. (BM without the jacket) These gang battles can get intense, but I enjoy the thrill.
Guh… Out of ammo already?
"Get out here you bastard! You murdered our family members! You will pay!"
Family? Is a gang ever a real family? Whatever it is; is not important at the moment. I need to hide. I scanned my surroundings, a dark alley that led to the back door of concert hall how convenient. I ran towards the door.
BAM! A bullet scrapped at my arm, I fell onto my knees trying to contain my pain. This is no time to be crying over a silly little cut Raven; you have to keep running before they catch up.
I stood up and continued no matter how much the stinging sensation had held me back, I kept fighting. The door was locked! I shuffled around my pocket for my pick locks and single handedly got the doorknob to twist, I ran inside pressing my ear against the door to hear the muffled voices.
"He must've gone that way!"
"Go find him, kill whoever you have to! Just find him!"
"B-But boss… This is RAVEN we're dealing with."
"I don't care, it's time that jack learned who's boss around here. A gang with one member versus a gang of twenty? How hard could it be?"
"Banthus is right, stop being a woos Jeff."
Huh… Calling me a jack behind my back, that deserves another one of those twenty members. They were lucky to have made it alive, yet they continue to ask for death. I wiped the blood off of my arm with a look of disgust. To think I was actually wounded by the likes of them.
I walked inside the concert hall. It must be empty, but that pick lock was sure to alert a silent alarm, I should leave immediately. I stopped at the exit sign. I could hear singing. Who would be singing this late? I followed the noise to a door, I peeked through it and walked in gliding out of sight and into the shadows. No one was around, but there I saw a beautiful green haired female singing to herself.
Rena's POV
Midnight rush with a pen in my hand
Inkin Lincoln, sand-script with a fan
Remembering me before it began
Sometimes I felt so def in the jam
'Cause the ones who loved me told me to stop
Like home girl can't catch shit if it drops
A superwoman chick you know that I am
Some sh** don't fly by me in a man
'Cause I do not accept any less
Than someone just as real, as fabulous
Don't want no paper gangsta
Won't sign away my life to someone
Who's got the flavor but don't have no follow through
Don't want no paper gangsta
Won't sign no monkey papers
I don't do funny business, not interested in fakers
Don't want no paper gangsta, uh, oh
Don't want no paper gangsta, uh, oh
Got something really shiny to start
Want me to sign there on your range rover heart?
I've heard it before, yeah, the dinners were nice
Till your diamond words melted into some ice
You should been rapping to the beat of my song Mr. California
Paper gangsta and I'm lookin' for love
Not an empty page full of stuff that means nothing
But, "you've been played"
'Cause I do not accept any less
Than someone just as real, as fabulous…
LADY GAGA - PAPER GANGSTA LYRICS
I stopped with the microphone to my chest, chewing on my lip. I had forgotten the rest of the song. This just proves I have no future career as a singer.
I sighed a sigh of content, that was such an inspiring moment for me, but I blew it of course and I still haven't thought of any lyrics for a new song. Well time to go home… I unplugged all of the equipment and carried them to the storage room, it was heavy and hard work, but I had to endure.
Narrator's POV
Rena had no idea that someone had been watching her.
Rena's POV
I grabbed my bag from my locker and put it over my shoulder stuffing my songbooks and papers inside. When I took a step out of the stage I felt a bit sad that I had to leave, it felt too soon. I walked out the door and out to the city streets.
I didn't expect this to happen so soon, after only about two steps I was being mugged!
"Kyaaaah!" They dragged me to the back of the building, I screamed and curled myself up, they were kicking and punching me senseless while tugging at my bag, there were several of them! What am I going to do? I flinched in pain and stood up, I fought back with the Martial Arts I had learned as a young girl, I broke one of their member's legs one's nose, but there were too many! They kept attacking me at different angles.
They knocked me down, grabbed me by the arms and slammed me against the brick wall, pinning me back. I could feel the hard rock bash at my skull, I could see that my attack wasn't left in vain, the leader was very injured, I could see it through his eyes that he was a bit worried about letting me live.
"Hmmm… You're a pretty one."
"Tch… Ugly beast." I said with annoyance, what I've learned about city life is that it's best to keep your cool around a filthy street rat.
"Ohh~ A feisty one? I like them firey. If I let you live would you come home with me?"
"I'd rather die in hell than even be near the likes of you." I giggled darkly, "Oh Mr. Devil! I would really like it if you could come here and take my soul a bit early!"
The mugger had an angered tone to his voice, "Shut up." He held a knife to my throat. "Looks like the devil isn't here yet. Any last words?"
Before the sharp metal has pierced through my throat I was miraculously saved! I couldn't see who it was, but I saw a shadow jump from mugger to mugger and knock them out in one hit. It guarded me protectively, "The devil is here." It said in a cold tone. The shadow grabbed the head mugger by the neck and snapped it, throwing the dead body to the ground.
"T-Thank you." I said looking from corpse to corpse.
The shadow stepped forward, the light reflected against his toned tan skin and black hair, his bang covered half of his golden eyes.
"That was brave of you." He had a deep and handsome voice that would knock a lover off of her feet.
"I-It wasn't really. If you hadn't come I would've died… So thank you."
He chuckled, "No problem." He flinched in pain, and dropped to his knees.
"W-What's wrong!" I crouched down next to him just in time to see the dark red oozing from a giant flesh wound in his arm.
"Oh my god! We have to take you to a doctor!"
"NO!" He yelled. I shivered at that demanding reply.
"W-Why not? You'll die if you lose too much blood!" I insisted worriedly.
"A street rat like me is forbidden from the hospitals." He sighed.
A street rat? Does that mean he is a mugger as well? Was he trying to mug me, but those amateurs beat him to it? Does that mean he only protected me for his own benefit of having less competition? Now I'm having so many mixed feelings about this person, but I couldn't just let him bleed out and die.
"What's your name?"
"Raven. Yours?"
"R-Rena." I stated trying my best not to stutter.
"That's a beautiful name." He smiled.
I blushed, what a handsome smile… Snap out of it Rena! That's not what I should be thinking about at the moment. "I guess I could let you stay with me at my apartment until you recover." Was that really a good idea?
He looked at me so unsure, "Are you seriously letting a street rat stay with you after what you had just said about them?"
"Well you're different you saved my life and I owe you big time."
"That's true, but… I haven't come into contact with a normal person for such a long time."
"R-Really?" I examined his wound more thoroughly, "May I ask WHERE you got that wound from?"
"Gang fight, are you still okay with me staying with you?" He smiled and evil little smile that would make anyone suspicious.
"Do you have anywhere else to go?"
He shook his head, "Not anywhere that I am allowed… No. I usually sleep in a tree or something."
"T-Then come with me! I think I can help you heal faster! Plus it's dangerous to be on the streets as you are and I don't want you to get that wound infected."
He raised his hands showing me his black gloved palms understandingly. "Alright… If you're so persistent than I guess I'll come."
He stood up as I pulled out an extra shirt from my bag, wiped the dripping blood off and wrapped it around his injury. "Try to hide it for now."
Raven nodded. For a street rat, he definitely did look first class.
We went into the apartment building where I was hoping not to run into any familiar faces. Sadly there was Vanessa sitting at the front desk, making a phone call. She waved at me, "Who's your friend Rena?" She asked wide eyed.
"His name is Raven…. He's umm…. He's…."
"I'm her cousin, I'll be visiting for a few days. Nice to meet you~"
"Vanessa." She shook his hand from across the counter.
"Okay, it looks like you're very busy so I'll be showing my cousin to where I live."
Vanessa nodded and went back to her call. I grabbed Raven by his uninjured arm and dragged him to my room. We walked down the beige walled and diamond carpeted halls. I live on the first floor in a room at the side of the building.
"The room is only meant for one person so there are furnished stools, but no couch; so I'll let you have the bed. It isn't that great, but it isn't that bad either." I slid my access card into the slot and pulled the handle down to open the black door.
I switched on the light to reveal a sunburned wall and green carpeted floor with a lot of rooms and leg space. The furniture was silk red, the stools circled around the sides of a glass, oval shaped coffee counter.
"THIS is for ONE person?" Raven's eyes scanned around the room rapidly.
"Yeah… Well my company pays for this room anyway so I guess I get special treatment."
He looked out the giant window; my room had a view of a jungle forest at the moment.
"Oh here." I gave him a remote.
He looked at it determining which button to press, he pressed the number seven and the window view changed into a beach scenery. It was obvious that Raven had much to learn about the world.
"I'll sleep on the floor tonight. Go ahead and make yourself comfortable."
I got some pillows and blankets; and used them to make a bed on the floor.
"You don't have to do that." He said.
"No it's okay. Now let me see your arm." I got a first aid kit out and sat on the edge of the bed, he sat next to me extending his arm. I worked on it and tried to stop the blood from flowing as well as I could. Raven is strong… He's lost so much blood yet he seems so normal. I sew the wound up and cut the string with my teeth once I was done.
"There… I think you'll be fine in a few days."
He smiled, "Thank you Rena." And kissed me on the forehead and drowsily fell asleep, oh no… He dragged me down with him as he fell down.
"Uhhh…Ummm… Raven." I could feel my blush creeping towards my face. Should I wake him up? I shook his shoulders a few times, but there was no response. I stayed in that position for a long enough time to finally give up.
Raven's POV
I wasn't asleep; I just had to see her reaction to this. So this girl is just like all the other huh? The ones that don't mind losing their virginity to a street rat that they had just met? Oh well… I'm going to have to kill this girl promptly anyways. I can't have her going to the cops and giving me away.
Me: How was it? I was trying to change my writing style a bit. Do you think it was better, worse or the same? Please review! :D
That awkward moment when you realize you just called your teacher mom…