Sorry about the long wait. i've been having a little writers block. Plus i've been super busy with school work.
anyways i hope you like it
I thought i did a good job on the chapter, but if i didn't please let me know. I do want to improve in my writing.
thanks.
oh and sorry that it's a short chapter.
Chapter Six: "You will make the right choice"
Raven slid a finger delicately over the old book. Exactly how old was it? She opened the book to the first page and began to closely examine it. Her examination was cut short with some yelling. "Is Too", "Is not, "is Too", "Is not". Raven glared at her door. What were they arguing about this time. And why did it always have to be when she was doing something important. Then there was a crash. Raven sighed, "time to break up the fight I guess". She quietly slid her door open. Damon was on top of Zack trying to pin him down, but his brother was wiggling too much. Then Zack was on top of Damon and choking him slightly. "enough" said Raven firmly. Zack fell off of Zack startled and Damon began to disappear. "oh no you don't" yelled their sister. With her powers she dragged Damon back. Dark energy surrounded her hands and her eyes glowed white. She held her brothers tightly up in the air with her powers. "Who started it" asked Raven angrily. "He did" shouted Damon and Zack at the same time pointing at each other. Raven narrowed her eyes, "does someone want to confess"? the twins looked at each other then again shouted "he did it" at the same time pointing at each other. Raven growled "since nobody wants to confess then you're both getting it". Horror struck both Zack and Damon. She wasn't really gonna hurt them. She wasn't in the mood for it. She just wanted to scare the hell out of them to keep them from bothering her.
The blackness disappeared from Damon and Zack and they fell to the floor. "Get out of my sight before I change my mind" yelled Raven her eyes now glowing red. The boys didn't have to be told twice. They bolted out of the room, almost tripping over each other.
When they were gone the redness slipped from her eyes. "One of these days they're gonna end up dead" thought Raven, "with their blood on my hands". Then a thought struck her mind. Why exactly did she show them mercy, why did she not hurt them right then and there and why didn't she feel like hurting them right now? "Something's wrong with me" thought Raven, "I actually for the first time don't feel like beating the crap out of them"." It must be because I want to get back to my book" thought she, "beating those two buffoons up would only waste my time"." I'll probably end up hurting them later" she thought as she shut her bedroom door behind her.
She climbed onto her bed gave a relaxed sigh and opened the book again. She studied the ancient alien language carefully jotting down notes in a notebook. She could make out some of the text. But with the text she could make out didn't make any sense whatsoever. Though she was only reading parts of sentences. She continued on not really getting anywhere. Then her vision became hazy and her head misty. At first Raven thought it was lack of water and nutrition and perhaps sleep, but when she started to hear a voice she knew better. It was a kind of vision. Raven did not shove whatever was coming to her mind out. She was curious. Who was trying to contact her? And why? Plus she could easily get the intruder out in seconds if she wanted to, but for now she wanted to hear what that voice had to say.
The voice was quiet and foggy at first. After a minute or two the voice cleared and became louder, but Raven still could not make out what was being said. "Who are you?" said Raven firmly and confidently… "Show yourself". A woman slowly materialized several yards away from Raven. The girl blinked, "was that the old woman from the bookstore"? The elderly woman gave a warm smile then spoke, "hello my dear. … I hope you are finding your book very interesting". Raven starred at the woman. Yep, it was defiantly the same old woman from the bookstore. Her hair was the same grayed color, her eyes squinty and small glasses on her nose, and she wore the same light gray-blue dress. "How…?" began Raven. The small woman cut her off gently, "all your questions will be answered in time my child. … Tell me, can you actually read the book"? "I can make out bits and pieces, but other than that… no" answered a very confused Raven. "Poor dear… must not be ready yet. … Even people as old as I can make mistakes". She couldn't say anything. She was completely surprised and confused. Who was she? What was she? How'd she enter her mind? What the hell was she talking about? All Raven could do was look at the woman with a puzzled expression and questioning eyes. "All of this will make sense in time. Don't try to understand it now. When you are ready you will begin to understand. Don't push yourself" said the old woman calmly. "Who Are You?" asked Raven, again, determined to get an answer this time, even if she had to wrench it from the old woman herself. "Who am I? … The question you should be asking is who are you? Said the woman quietly and lightly, "… I know you will make the right choice, my dear Raven". "I know you will" the voice echoed in Raven's mind as the woman disappeared, without a trace.
Raven was left there in her mind starring at nothing but emptiness and darkness. Light filled her vision as she opened her eyes. Raven gave a yawn and looked around her room hoping to find all the answers to her questions. But of course, she didn't. "What just happened?" thought she. Raven had never been this confused in her entire life. "What the hell was that?" yelled Raven to her bedroom walls. Her voice echoed around her for a few seconds. She gave another yawn. Then sleepily she looked at her clock. It was late, really late, and she had school tomorrow.
Raven stood up off her bed and slowly changed into her pajamas, deep in thought. There were too many questions swirling around in her head and she could barely keep her eyes open. How long had it been? It didn't feel like a long time, but the clock told her otherwise. With a flick of her finger, Raven turned the light-switch off. Engulfed in darkness she climbed into bed and gently put the old book on her nightstand. Her head met her pillow and she closed her eyes. She tried to think about what happened, but she was too tired. Sleep won the battle and she drifted off to the darkness of her mind.