Something Wicked This Way Comes
Chapter One
The boy runs quickly, branches tearing and slapping at his skin, trying to slow him down. The forest turned against him; he knew he shouldn't have went inside. With a yelp, he falls, ankle caught on a gnarled root. It hurts, but he can't stop—behind him, the boy still hears it. The sound of breathing, of the cracking of twigs; the sound of someone drawing closer. The boy doesn't know who it is, but that feeling—the one of crawling terror, the intuition shouting run—tells him something is very, very wrong.
He pushes himself up, half stumbling and half running. His heart beats so fast. If only he could move just as swiftly. The darkness blinds him and he can barely see where the next twisted tree will be. He hears it still—heavy footfalls. His lungs burn badly, but just up ahead his saving grace awaits.
The road. He can see it. It's so close. So close. There's a loud snap just behind him.
The boy screams as pain tears into the back of his left leg. Something is there, embedded in the flesh above the bend of his knee, gouging deeply. He lands on his chest when he falls, and the force takes his breath away. He tries to move, hands grasping the dirt, debris splintering under his fingernails as he crawls forward one harrowing inch at a time. The footsteps are right behind him now, and through the terror he feels someone standing there, towering over him.
"Hey, Josh." They say, tone laced with mirth.
Josh knows that voice. He whips his head around as much as he can from the ground, neck straining unnaturally.
"Y-you?"
"Relax buddy. This will only hurt for a minute."
Out on the road, a deer bounds away, startled by the sudden ear-splitting screams.
Hi there, and welcome to my SYOC (Submit Your Own/Original Character). I hope I didn't scare you away with my little intro; after all, the fun has only just begun. As you can probably tell, this is going to be a murder mystery type thing, a whodunit and whydunit.
Our setting is Oakville (or, as it will later be dubbed by the residents, Hadestown), a southern gothic place where crime is typically unheard of. That is until now. Why, you ask? Well, you're just going to have to make a character and send them in to find out.
I have two of my own characters in this, twins Blaine and Raea Haden. Don't worry—they're not safe from being killed either. If you want to know what they look like, their face-claims are Lucky Blue Smith and his real life sister Pyper America Smith. Their ages in the story are 17.
Here's de grand form for submission, which is to be sent via PM only. Oh, yeah—please label the PM as Your Character's Name: Hadestown
Name: (full name please)
Nickname(s): (if any)
Gender:
Age: (youngest is 15, oldest is 20)
Appearance: (description really pays off here, you know)
Face-claim: (they don't have to be identical, just pretty similar)
Signature clothing style:
Extra appearance stuff: (tattoos, make-up, piercings, scars, etc.)
Personality: (Be fairly through)
Sexuality:
Turn ons in romantic partners: (physical and mental)
Turn offs in romantic partners: (physical and mental)
Family: (name, age, job, relationship with character, and brief appearance)
Economic standing: (poor, middle-class, rich, etc.)
Are they in high school, college, or neither?
Grade:
Hobbies:
Quotes they would say:
If they work, where and what do they do?
What kind of student/worker are they? (lazy, driven, ambitious, slacker, etc.)
Can they drive? If so, what kind of vehicle do they own?
What do they think about the murders?
What or who would they kill for?
Will you, as a reader and the creator of your character, review and answer messages?
Warning: I might make your character the murderer and/or kill them—are you okay with this?