hey everybody!
i watched this weekend the movie The Nightmare Before Christmas , and i feel in love with the songs. this story is going to be a Origin.
Please tell me if you like it, hate it, or have suggestions! i accept constructive flames.
Disclaimer: Oh, the pretty bird! oh, the pretty rainbow! oh, the prettty copyright that i don't own!
The boy fell. Tears were coming at irregular rates, from his blood-shot eyes. Shouts and screams were coming from behind him, mostly adult voices. And all of that happened from a simple prank. He stood up and ran again, scratching his face in the branch of the trees, wind raging around him, a dramatic figure in the dark forest; but he didn't know. He didn't know of the eyes watching him; he didn't know of the creature waiting for him. He just knew that he was running, from the patch of men, for his life.
After an eternity, for him, but a few minutes in reality, he just ran. He had forgotten all purpose of it. He followed his instincts, his feelings; and when his legs hurt, a simple sound was all needed for him to rush again. The men behind him were enraged; all they needed was foam coming out of their mouths, and they would be set.
Red flashed through the trees.
The kid stumbled again, but was stopped by a red hand. He looked at it, fascinated. It was clawed, with bitten nails. A cracked voice went up the air.
"Edward?"
The child looked up. He was met by darkness. The arm just came from the open air, and cold sweat dripped down his back. He had a feeling in his gut, heaving his stomach. He responded with a small voice.
"Y…Yes?"
"Do you want to escape?"
"I…I do."
"Good."
Then the owner of the frightful voice stepped out of the shadows. The little boy knew who it was. The Fallen One. The Traitor. The Devil. From the stories.
"If you do what I say, I will make them stop hunting you. Do you accept?"
The boy named Edward thought a long time, and then nodded. He knew of what the Devil spoke about, but had a plan that started forming in his head.
"All right."
The Devil was impressed. He thought everybody knew who he was. He was the Devourer of Souls! The monster of the stories that the grandmothers and preachers told at Church and next to the fire!
It didn't matter. The kid's soul would be his, and his plan would come to achievement, at last. He had waited for centuries, and his 'jail' had grown boring. Soon, very soon…
His thoughts were interrupted by shouts.
The kid stiffened up, but was stopped by a powerful hand on his shoulder. The Demon opened his mouth, and spoke. What came out, though, wasn't anything like the named Edward had heard before.
" Siardnerp souv ej uo, zeculer! Ennodro souv ej, Srefne sed ecrof al rap! Zerruom souv uo, zeterra!"
The sounds stopped immediately. The kid looked up, but only met empty air.
A voice resonned through the cold, raging wind.
"Soon, child, soon."
i needed Forty Starbucks to write this!
See ya' people!
Frenchie's out...