Welcome to my first chapter...again. I had issues with the first first chapter, so now, I'm redoing it. Physical traits will most likely have changed...just because I wanted them to. Some new things, and some otherwise, not new things.
Disclaimer: I own nothing, blah, blah, blah, you know the story, no suing me for blah blah blah. Get it?
Chapter 1: Eternal Slumber Begins.
"Well, look what we have here!" Kent exclaimed, stumbling drunkenly across the room. He was a very lean, yet strong, seventeen year old. He didn't get quarterback from just his good looks, though, the coach was said to like young blond hair, blue-eyed teenagers. It was just never clarified of what sex. Not that it bothered Kent really. He was dating the head cheerleader because of his position on the football team. Speaking of which.
"Kent, what are we doing here? It's boring, and dirty. These are new boots and I've already stepped into a puddle of mud!"
"Come on, Rea, it won't kill you. Just get your father to buy you a mall of shoes or something."
"They're boots! Blue gem-embedded boots. One of a kind, and they're the only thing that matches my purse and besides, Daddy said I can't have another mall until next month. That's when he plans on embezzling more money from Bill Gates." replied the spoiled blonde. Her outfit spoke of her nature. She wore an outfit, completely blue from head to toe, even her eyes, that were genetically brown, sparkled a brilliant blue, making it seem like the character Skye, out of the book Gentlehands, had helped her pick out her clothes. The multiple gems on her shoes sparkled as if they were lighthouses guiding small ships against fog-ridden areas. She was only 17, but it was already guaranteed she'd never have to work a day in her life.
"Geez, barbie. Can you give it a rest. It's like you never had to work a day in your life."
"Oh, Tanya, I thought I smelt garbage, but it turns out it's only a poor middle class girl like yourself. I don't think you'd EVER understand the lifestyles of the nicely dressed and well-bathed."
"What did you just say?! Can't you think of any better material than that?!" Tanya yelled, jumping at the girl, only to be sprayed in the face with pepper spray.
"Guess it's true. Red-heads do have hot tempers, but blonde's have a purse full of accessories for all situations." Rea laughed insultingly, as if to mock Tanya.
Tanya rubbed her pale green eyes with the cloth of her black t-shirt, slightly moaning from the pain. "I'm going to kill you, you blonde bitch." She screamed, still rubbing frantically at her eyes.
"Come on, Rea, give Tanya a break. She does the best she can with what she's got." Kent defended, as he leaned against the stair railing, probably to keep him from falling over.
"Lord and Lady, you always defend her."
Tanya had known Kent since kindergarten. They had been good friends, up until high school, where he had fallen into the "popular" crowd and started acting like a prick. She had also had a crush on him for years, but then he started dating that blonde bimbo, who most likely visited a plastic surgeon twice a year.
"Just stay out of it Kent."
"Fine, Fine. I was just trying to help." he said, his words becoming a little slurred. He pushed himself off the stair railing and walked over to Rea, who was still mocking Tanya.
"Okay, blondie, I'm going to rip you a new one. I was caught off guard the last time, but I'm a black-belt and I'm gonna kick your ass." Tanya once again rushed for Rea, quickly closing the gap between them.
Kent had managed, though how he moved without falling over after being so plastered is anyone's guess, to get in front of Rea, though not purposely. Tanya whammed into Kent's groin with her knee, and nailed his face with her fist. This instantly sobered Kent up, as he hunched down in pain before slowly falling to the floor.
"Oh my gosh! Why did you just try to kill my boyfriend!"
"I wasn't aiming for him, dirtbag." Tanya responded furiously as she turned around, an attempt to avoid letting Rea see her blushing.
A small chuckle came from across the room, near the entrance.
"It's not funny, Jason. He could be seriously hurt! What if he can't play football again? Oh no, that might ruin my reputation, especially if word gets out he was beat up by a girl. Okay, calm down Rea, if anything like that happens, I'll just have to dump him." The blonde began rambling to herself.
"I feel loved" Kent managed to gasp out, holding his groin in pain. "I think my face is broken. Jason, some help man."
The boy just chuckled again as he flicked a small piece of black hair out of the way of his brown eyes.
"Why are you talking like we're friends? The only time you need to talk to me is when you need help with your homework, or your buddies are too busy getting high and drunk to bother with you. Of course, even then, you're an asshole. I'm only here because Tanya is."
Jason, like Tanya, used to be friends with Kent, before his association with the popular crowd. Jason had taken it a lot harder than Tanya. Kent used to be his best friend, and the only person other than Tanya that he had trusted, that is, up until the day he had basically quit talking to Jason.
"Trust only leads to betrayal." Jason murmured, as he propped one foot up against the wall and leaned his body against it. Jason was mostly a regular 17 year old boy, who was sometimes classified as the geek. He cared about school and his grades, mainly because that was all he really had going for him, so he didn't mind the label so much, only that it made him "uncool" to hang with. He was wearing his typical outfit. A random shirt from his closet and khaki shorts.
"By what reasoning made me even ask you two to come with us? I should have known better."
"Because I asked you to let them come." Kent spoke up, apparently recovered from his almost fatal encounter with Tanya's knee. "Come on, it'll be fun. Exploring a creepy old place like this."
"I'm going to have to object. There won't be any good to come from this, and besides, what if the owner is here and arrests us for trespassing." Jason objected. "What are we even doing here?"
"Mr. Popular here had a drunken spur to stumble through the forest on a stormy night with his girlfriend and wound up here, and then, he decided to call us and drag us into the middle of it." Tanya clarified.
"Right, and why did he call us?"
"Because we're the only people he knows that aren't drunk, high, shooting something, or in the middle of getting laid."
"Tanya, you make all that sound like a bad thing." Kent said, downing a drink of beer.
"Effing moron! Beer is what got us into this mess! Do you realize that you're underage and this is illegal right?" Tanya, being pissed, grabbed the beer bottle out of Kent's hand and bashed him over the head with it.
"Ouch." he mumbled, minutes afterward, before falling over unconscious.
"NO! Kent! Wake up, hun." Rea panicked. She did everything she could think of. From CPR to pulling out a miniature crash cart from her purse. "Honey, this may sting a little, but it'll make you all better."
"Just great. The storm is keeping us from getting out of here anytime soon. I'm stuck in here with a crazy cheerleader getting ready to perform surgery, a dumb jock who's unconscious, which, in hindsight, is a good thing, and Tanya, who has gone homicidal." Jason sighed, letting his body slide into a sitting position on the floor.
"WHAT WAS THAT!?" Tanya roared, swinging around, the top of the broken bottle still in her hands.
"Uh...you're pretty?" Jason gulped, almost wishing he could phase through the wall. "Maybe it's safer outside, than inside" he thought.
Little do they know, it's going to be one hell of a night.
End Chapter 1.
Author Rant:
Hm, I think it goes into more detail than the first one ever really did. It's also a little more serious, but I'm still trying to keep the goal the same. Make a stereotypical mess out of them all. As you can tell, th characters are going to be at each other's throat for a while. I focused on Jason most of this chapter, but the others will each have their own little tale to tell...maybe. To be perfectly honest, I have friends that I drew inspiration from to create each of these characters. Heh, in a way, it's like I have my friends' destinies in my hands. -grins evilly- I'll start writing the next chapter soon. In the meantime, check out RE4: Crazy Doesn't Begin to Describe It. The power of Tanya compels you...seriously, would you want to end up like Kent???
