Disclaimer
I own absolutely nothing about Finding sky or the picture of Anna Sophia robb on the cover cause if I did I would be Will's soul finder and able to talk to animals with my brain! Actually just kidding I can think of way cooler things to do but no one wants to hear me list them. I did not take the picture of Anna Sophia Robb (duh) and I do not own it. Full credit to who ever took this picture, I appreciate your hardwork.. Onto the story...
Prologue
May 1st 2014 11:45 pm
The forest was still.
Almost too still. Like the parts in horror movies where the bad guys jump out and murder the poor unfortunate girl who happens to be there. Is that not the definition of irony for you there. After all you said you wouldn't be a victim, how did that work out for you? ...
Ominous, that was a good word. The trees cast their thick dark shadows across the soft ground and the moon shone through the thick covering of clouds. It had rained all that previous day and the ground was still muddy.
Almost like a thick wool blanket obscuring the light. The gloom and slight fog rising off the ground made it hard to see the shadow in the woods. The shadow who watched everything that happened that long, misty night.
May 1. A date two families would never forget. The day their worlds crashed inwards. But I'm getting ahead of myself. It's not time for that yet. There's still so much to tell.
Through the shifting patterns of the trees shadows a girl was running, no sprinting. Tearing through the forest like something lurked behind her. Blood covered her pale blond hair which hung heavily around her face, the humidity having caused her curls to frizz.
A large cut across her head proved to be the source of the blood spilling onto her blue jacket, turing it a rusty red. The blood drips down onto the ground as she moves, a thin red line spitting its way across the muddy ground. Her feet dig into the muddy ground and slide.
She over balances, tripping but gets back up immediately. She runs cutting her way through the forest, too caught up in getting away to notice her pursuer. A collection of dark figures step out from behind the trees and watch the girl run.
No faces are visible, hidden behind hoods and masks. Only the glint of a silver blade is easily seen in the gloom.
As if thinking she's safe the girl slows and thuds to the ground gasping for breath. Little does she know that will be her fatal mistake. The air is thick and heavy like before a rainfall. The silence presses down on her eardrums, suffocating enough to make her want to scream. It's getting hard to breathe for her as she gasps.
The air is suffocating her and her blue, bambi like eyes widen in fear. Stupid girl, run, run far away and never look back She's struggling to breathe now, the black spots starting to impede on her vision.
A twig cracks but she's too busy, doubled over in agony to notice.
Another cracks. Heavy footsteps echo around the clearing.
The moon bursts through the clouds illuminating the clearing where the small girl is. She is barely conscious now her fingertips barely flickering, eyes starting to close.
"Enough Grayden, I want her conscious" the voice cuts through the night like a bullet, it's harsh tone echoing through the woods. The speaker is a massive man. Thick black hair covers his head and his eyes are like pits in his skull. He smiles down at the blond girl who has been gasping the air, seemingly able to breathe now.
She looks up in absolute terror. A smile may be a friendly gesture but on him it is a feral thing, a thing to be feared as there is no warmth in the smile, only a terrible excitement. A thirst for blood.
Her blood.
You fool. You should have ran when you had the chance. Everything would have changed.
" Hello Mrs. Bright. You've kept us waiting a awful long time." A look of pure disgust crosses her face.
" Evans." She states in a British voice the fury undeniable. But it is only laughable as next to this man she is nothing more than a furious kitten snarling at a lion. The man laughs, and a few seconds later the girl is propelled backwards into the tree.
The silence is shattered once again by her cry of pain. Idiot, you never had a chance. You're half his size. Yet the moon continues to shine down, catching the gleam of metal of the knife.
Once, twice, five, ten times the knife slashes down until the blood has turned into a veritable fountain and the only sound is her screams which hang loud enough to wake the dead.
The girls hair is now a sick rust color and the blood streams down her pale arms. The largest cut slices across her chest, right over her heart. Almost in protest the moon suddenly ducks behind a thick cloud and almost all light is gone in the clearing. The man brushes his shirt off standing up and hiding the knife deep in the ground.
He starts walking out of the clearing with this smug self satisfied smile. He pauses at the edge of the clearing and looks back at the dying girl who cries are the only noise. Her breathing is getting shallower, her heartbeats slowing.
"Goodbye Mrs. Bright. I don't expect to be seeing you any time soon. Now all I have to do is pay a lovely visit to your soul finder. You see, he needs to think he killed you. Really quite sad but then I always was a sucker for a tragic love story."
The girls hand fell limp onto the ground, her wide blue eyes stared at the sky. No more breathes or heartbeats sound in the clearing. Somewhere a bell started to toll announcing the start of a new day. A new day that began with death.
May 2nd 2:15 am
Miles away from that gloomy forest and that one that would never have visitors again, a boy was sleeping. Maybe 17 with thick hair. Obviously hispanic, easily a heartbreaker but his dreams revolved around one girl's angry face.
He turned over a whispered a name in his sleep "Sky." Maybe something deep in his subconscious realized what was happening when two hands touched the side of his face but the rest did not as the boy did not resist. He continued sleeping, blissfully unaware of the pain that was soon to come.
The tall man smiled the same feral smile of satisfaction as he began to twist his memories. The image of the 17 year old holding a knife and attacking the same girl he had been dreaming about previously. The knife driving deep into her body.
The man hid the memories deep in his mind. He couldn't discover them just yet. Not Now. Wait a few months. And then the guilt would tear him apart until he confessed. He would spend the rest of his life rotting in the prison for a crime he thought he committed.
The man stifled a groan. Humans he thought derisively, he would never understand them and their unwavering desire to cling to love. What a stupid idea, didn't they realize that everything ended eventually.
His revenge complete the man simply swung his legs out the boys window. He looked back at the boy who had no idea that his life was about to change forever. All he could do was smile.
May 2nd 7:34 am
The forest was no longer still. Birds sang their heart out and the trees shifted merrily as if rejoicing in a new day. One clearing did not share such happiness.
Blood stains covered the small clearing even more noticeable in the sun. It was as still as the night before yet there was no girl in the clearing.
No body to be found.
Only a bloody knife to tell tales of the night's events and a small piece of paper tied to the handle which says in dark red letters, almost as if it was written in blood, " Only the good die young."
Some may wonder how I know this. After all why would I be aware of the events that transpired that night. All I can say to those people, is why wouldn't I be involved?
After all no one hurts my family without paying for it. I watched that man hurt her from my place behind a tree and I swore my revenge. Don't be scared, I really am a sweet person. But I don't make threats, I make promises and we made quite a few that night. Game on bi***es, come and find us. We are so ready for you. Kisses for now...A
Author Note
Well that was just a beginning to a story I've had floating around in my head for a while. I know that this prologue is pretty morbid right now but I promise this is necessary for the rest of the story. There will be swearing in this story but most of it will be bleeped out like the word above. And do not forget the turtles, they are very important!
Before any PLL fans ask (I am one too, *Spoiler alert* who the heck is Charles, this is so messed up but yay Mona is alive! I cannot wait for the new season! Message me and we can fan girl together), A is just a nickname for one of the characters. I might use a few PLL lines in this but I will give full credit to the show. Also I would love to see if you can pick them out.
If you have not guessed already the italics in the story are someone looking back on that night, not going to tell you who yet *cue evil laugh*. But you might be able to guess.
Please review and favourite if you are interested in this continuing.
This will be a Sky\Zed story but slightly twisted and it takes place a few months or so after Seeking Crystal. The next chapter will start in Zed's point of view on May 2nd.