Hello! Well, here's the second chapter, or the first after prologue.
Warning to all, the beginning is rather dull, but the actions later on will be a bit violent and bloody. Dark chapter.
Chapter One
"Elisa, we're going to Uncle Guntur and Aunt Kamboja's House now!" shouted a woman from downstairs.
Elisa heard her mother, and went downstairs to see her family goodbye. She waved to her mother, father and her little eight year old brother, Harjono, goodbye as they drove out to visit a family friend. Since her parents, grandparents and she herself, until she was four, was raised in Indonesia, they had kept some old mannerisms with them, such as calling your parents' family friends aunt or uncle. More of her family was Chinese rather then Indonesian though, so she wasn't too sure by what courtesies she was meant to abide by.
She had decided not to go with them, as their visits there were usually late night, and she would always end up as her brother's accidental napping pillow. Besides, she had high school homework, being in year seven.
Retrieving her school homework books from her bag, she completed her homework early, playing some pop music from her computer as the silence of an empty house slightly scared her -her grandma had stayed at one of her friend's house, and so she was at the house alone, insisting she had to stay home and assuring her parents she would be okay. Now she wished she hadn't.
Something was niggling at her. She felt restless-the type you feel when you know something bad was going to happen. After homework, she checked up for any recent news.
'That's interesting-a major car accident happened just an hour ago nearby-no survivors,' she thought to herself sadly. No pictures were disclosed. Shutting down the computer, she went around the house and eventually into her mother's wardrobe, making sure to flip on as many light switches as she could along the way. Staying at home alone when almost all the lights were out at ten at night was too freaky for her. Inside her mother's wardrobe, she pulled out a case of old jewellery, the small load of jewellery traditionally given from family to daughter getting married in Indonesia. There was a small assortment of them, some rare, some family heirlooms, some really pretty, and the not-so-pretty ones. She even looked through her baby ones.
It was a reminder of a time before she had to work more in high school, before she knew the word, exam, existed. Infant school days were sweet, she reflected, and then came back to reality. She searched through the lot until she found one particular piece of jewellery. Brushing her layered, black hair out of her eyes, she scrutinized it.
It was a bracelet, but unusual for an Indonesian crafted one. She doubted it came from there in the first place. The bracelet was made out of a dull kind off gold, inset with three clear sky blue gems. The design carved on the bracelet was of intricate swirls and curving lines. Elisa briefly wondered where this piece of jewellery originated from. Even her mum didn't know, it had been bought by her mum (Elisa's grandma) along with another piece of jewellery that had apparently come from Egypt. Elisa carefully put down the bracelet and gently picked up the other piece of jewellery that had been sold to her grandma with it.
This one was a necklace made of small bright gold links for a chain. The pendant attached to the middle was a pearl carved into the shape of a detailed wolf the size of a large glue stick lid. The details were beautiful, and it was a wonder that this was made by hand, as it supposedly came from Ancient Egypt.
On impulse she put both the necklace and the bracelet on-they fit snugly, the bracelet around her wrist like it was made just for her, and the necklace not choking her, the pendant resting a little below the base of her throat, under her shirt. For a moment, both throbbed and pulsed, then stilled.
Satisfied, Elisa smiled. Suddenly, the doorbell rang, and she jumped nearly a foot in the air in surprise. Hastily clearing all the other jewellery away, she peeked out the window and was surprised to see a police officer standing outside her home. Quickly, she went to the gates of her house.
"Are you Miss Elisa Kuria?" the police officer asked.
"I am. Why?" she replied awkwardly-authority made her nervous. Her nerves tightened as she observed his grave, sad expression.
"I'm sorry to say, but your parents and little brother were killed in a car accident not too far from here one and a half hours ago…"
She blinked, surprised. No, that couldn't be true. Her parents had gone to visit family friends; they just hadn't come home yet. Unless it was that car accident written about on the internet…
"Oh my god. No way, that can't be true. They're not dead! They went to visit someone," she pleaded as her breath seemed to get stuck in her throat, to the point she nearly wasn't breathing.
"I'm sorry Elisa, I know this is hard, but they are dead," the officer said, not unkindly.
Elisa was not one to burst into tears straight after bad news. She rarely cried at all, despite being a bit overweight caused a little bit of teasing at her Chinese school. So she demanded instead, "I want to see them. Please let me see them, since you know where they are! There must be some…some misunderstanding or something!"
She begged and wouldn't give in until the officer took her into his car and drove her to the scene of the accident. Unknown to her, her bracelet let out a pulse just before getting in the car, and her necklace seemed to glint a little unnaturally before settling.
The scene was horrible. There were two badly smashed cars, glass littered the ground everywhere, and there, near the debris, were two adults covering three lumps with plastic. She tore away from the police officers and before anyone could stop her, she had ripped the plastic off the faces of the three bodies.
What would have been the faces of her mother and brother were cut and burnt; her brother's mangled down one side. Blood covered them and on the floor. Elisa felt her stomach twist and turn in horror from the smell of blood, but strangely, something told her this wasn't her family. Maybe it was just her, but just for a moment she had glimpsed different features on their faces before they faded into her families. She said exactly so to the three adults now trying to haul the struggling child away from the bodies.
"Those aren't my family! I can feel it!" was heard amongst her babbling, as everyone working on the scene of the crime looked at her sympathetically. She didn't want their sympathy. Those weren't the bodies of her family, just some look alike! Her bracelet was pulsing warmly on her arm as unknowingly, it had given her the vision beforehand.
"You're just going into denial now girl, it'll be okay," said one person, and she had had it.
"Those aren't my family members!!" she screamed, and clawed herself away from the rapidly growing amount of people trying to push her into an ambulance. She gritted her teeth-why wouldn't anyone believe her?! She needed to prove it wasn't them, if not to the police, then to make certain for herself.
"She's going into a fit!" one medic cried at Elisa's ranting, but she violently punched, kicked and clawed at the restraining arms. She heard sedatives from someone, and her brain went nuts. She didn't want to go to sleep!
She didn't really know what happened next. One minute she was being restrained while a medic was approaching with a syringe, the next second several water pipes from different houses within a three kilometre radius exploded and all the water seemed to create a large wave aiming for where she was. It crashed down like a tidal wave, blinding everyone. She however, felt strangely soothed by the water around her, like showering after a nightmare. Thinking more clearly then she had ever done in a crisis; she fled the scene before anyone could stand up again, and ran down the streets. Instinct led her back to her house. A shower of blue sparks dissipated in the air as the pulse her bracelet had emitted earlier faded from around the house. Wildly storming through the front door, she shut it behind her and locked it from the doorknob. Then she turned around, and realised she was in pitch black.
Anxiety gripped her, and as quietly as she could, she walked along the walls, trying to guide herself to a light switch. She flipped the closest, but it didn't work. Panic began to worm its way into her mind, her stomach in knots.
A sudden flicker of light came from a candle set on a chair; she whirled around to the source of the light, frightened almost beyond reason. Someone was in the house, and close to her, to be able to light that candle.
More candles lit up all over the house, both upstairs and downstairs, and the dim flames cast long eerie shadows along the wall, moving to a non existent wind. She gasped and pressed herself against a wall, breathing heavily, and hands sweating. It was then she saw what was on the opposite wall-writing.
Alone now, Elisa. Where do you think your family members are now?
It was written in a sticky, flaky red substance. Right below those words, a lifeless form lay, making her breath hitch. Against her will, she moved forward shakily, and turned the form over. A soundless scream came from her open mouth and she shrank to the foot of the stairs, silent screams still erupting from her and choking her. The red substance was blood. And it had come from the body of her grandma, whose eyes had been pulled out. Sickened, Elisa nearly retched on the floor, but held her hand over her mouth. She fled upstairs and into the first room she encountered-her parents'.
She hid behind a curtain; hiding from the flickering shadows of the lit candles like a two year old, with a difference-the gore made her terror, not just the shadows. The sound of soft footsteps reached her, and she lay still as death, terrified.
The curtain was pulled back, and she was flung onto the floor. A man towered over her. Shadows seemed to be drawn to him, and this old, warrior type man, draped with a purple hooded cape, had such darkness within the one eye visible, darkness she used to believe was beyond the capabilities of man. He sneered down at the twelve year old girl, as she cowered back from his gaze. He turned away for a moment, and she used it to dash back to a large window. Heck, she would jump out that window if she had to, to stay away from the horrors in front of her!
However, when she reached the window, she did not see the neighbour's houses. All she saw was some sort of purplish-black cloud hovering everywhere. She could not see anything but it, and she hesitated, turning back to the cold man.
He was waiting for her near her parent's walk in wardrobe. She stepped forward a few steps before her legs froze from tension.
"Child, give me your powers. Maybe then I will still spare your pathetic mortal life," a low snarl came from him. She backed up a step at the voice.
"Powers? What are you talking about?" she quavered. He snarled in response, and she took another half step back.
"Wench, your powers will be mine, or you will not meddle with my plans!"
Elisa swallowed her fear enough to quaver out, "You killed my grandma, didn't you? And you framed that car accident. Where is my parents and brother? Who are you? Lunatic!" Tears streamed from her dark brown eyes.
A dark chuckle resounded around the room. "Foolish girl, they will pay for your insolence." Three bodies were dragged across the floor by jackal like creatures, and thrown at her feet. The state of her grandma was nothing compared to her parents and brother. He began his own mental torture on her after torturing the remaining life out of them while she was chained to a wall. The things she went through would haunt her memories like ghosts.
Screams were all that echoed from the enclosed bubble of darkness around the house, and dark laughter. Eventually her mind shut down and drifted in endless black away from the pain of her scarred, bleeding body and anguished, senselessly terrified mind. He stopped and addressed a few parting words to the broken spirit of Elisa Kuria.
"Remember me, girl. I am Akunadin."
Yes, it is dark towards the end. Give me ideas for what could happen in this! I will not repeat all the battles in the Doom saga, for example, Kaiba's and Allister's, and bits and pieces will be left out or replaced with my own ideas.
Please review!