There's not enough stories in this section. It makes me sad. Anyway, I don't own anything but the plot.
-Kaze Child
It was sometime after the invention of the computer and before the eventual heat death of the universe, and it was a warm evening in spring. A particularly splendid sunset had turned the sky a deep, mild red, chased with orange around the edges, and two young people were racing through the color towards a more lively than usual house on a suburban New York street. High school class rings glittered mutely on both of their hands, but the girl with the wild dark hair and breathless laugh wore more than just a class ring on her fingers. They slowed as the neared their destination, and the Hispanic looking boy ran his fingers through his thick black hair. The grin he flashed toward his long-time partner had a decidedly mischievous cast to it.
"Ready?"
"They're gonna kill us."
Kit waved away her worry. "They'll be ecstatic, and you know it. The safest thing to do might actually be to yell it from here and then run for cover. My parents get emotional sometimes."
Nita grinned wryly. She was well aquainted with his folks idiosyncrancies, and their idea had seemed a lot more attractive the farther away they were from actually having to do it. Butterflies winging just under her rib cage, Nita said, "When I said 'they,' I really meant 'she.'"
His hand settled warmly over hers, and squeezed comfortingly. "Dairine," He stated flatly. "Should be the last of your worries right now." Punching her arm lightly for old times sake, he tugged her forward, and dropped her fingers. "Hurry up, Neets!" He tossed over his shoulder. "The lion's den awaits."
"Very funny," Her lopsided grin had returned however, and event though the butterflies hadn't evacuated yet, she had lost the urge to turn tail and run.
Taking a joint deep breath, they slammed open the screen door and rocketed through it together.
This was normal. In order for this to work, everything had to seem normal.
Right up to the moment when somebody took the bait.
I know it's short. It's just a prolouge. And, I know it's a cliff hanger. I'm actually sorry about that, but I don't fell like writing anything else, so anything that followed right now would just be crap. If anyone likes this story I 'll post some more.
I love these books!
-Kaze Child
It was sometime after the invention of the computer and before the eventual heat death of the universe, and it was a warm evening in spring. A particularly splendid sunset had turned the sky a deep, mild red, chased with orange around the edges, and two young people were racing through the color towards a more lively than usual house on a suburban New York street. High school class rings glittered mutely on both of their hands, but the girl with the wild dark hair and breathless laugh wore more than just a class ring on her fingers. They slowed as the neared their destination, and the Hispanic looking boy ran his fingers through his thick black hair. The grin he flashed toward his long-time partner had a decidedly mischievous cast to it.
"Ready?"
"They're gonna kill us."
Kit waved away her worry. "They'll be ecstatic, and you know it. The safest thing to do might actually be to yell it from here and then run for cover. My parents get emotional sometimes."
Nita grinned wryly. She was well aquainted with his folks idiosyncrancies, and their idea had seemed a lot more attractive the farther away they were from actually having to do it. Butterflies winging just under her rib cage, Nita said, "When I said 'they,' I really meant 'she.'"
His hand settled warmly over hers, and squeezed comfortingly. "Dairine," He stated flatly. "Should be the last of your worries right now." Punching her arm lightly for old times sake, he tugged her forward, and dropped her fingers. "Hurry up, Neets!" He tossed over his shoulder. "The lion's den awaits."
"Very funny," Her lopsided grin had returned however, and event though the butterflies hadn't evacuated yet, she had lost the urge to turn tail and run.
Taking a joint deep breath, they slammed open the screen door and rocketed through it together.
This was normal. In order for this to work, everything had to seem normal.
Right up to the moment when somebody took the bait.
I know it's short. It's just a prolouge. And, I know it's a cliff hanger. I'm actually sorry about that, but I don't fell like writing anything else, so anything that followed right now would just be crap. If anyone likes this story I 'll post some more.
I love these books!