The Writer and the Sun
My sleeves, cuffed inward, were torn, bearing the phrase "Kill Her." I was sitting alone in a room with a red neon glow passing what appeared to be a window. The clothes I had been wearing earlier were exchanged for something… older, almost old eastern style.
Blood ran down my left wrist. Silently, I glared at the blood, coding itself into a new message.
The new message only showed numbers in my blood. The numbers were shown as followed:
4-15-14-30
2-5-12-9-5-20-4
16-18-5-20-20-25
6-1-3-5-19.
(This is where you come in; I want you to decode this message to see what it really says. To decode this, you'll need a decoding thingee. I made it to be like '1 = A,' '2 = B' and so on and so forth. Have fun decoding it!)
I looked around. Something doesn't feel right.
I was holding something… A knife? Why was I holding such weapon!'
I pulled my arm back and threw it forward. The next thing I saw was the knife ricocheting back towards my hand. My hand felt possessed; it snatched it in midair against the blade's edge and held it against my Adam's apple.
"What was I doing here? Where am I? How did I even get here?" I told myself, trying my best not to freak out. Unfortunately, I gasped when I heard footsteps at a door. The door opened with a shadowy figure lurking its way towards me. Behind the shadow was a really bright light.
"You're next." A hand grabbed the collar of my shirt and was dragged into the light. The door behind us was slammed shut.
The next thing I saw was a flash and I appeared to be on a wooden platform. My hands were tied up behind my back and people were speculating the scene. I heard muffled voices of some old man. He had a large document paper-like thing in his possession, reading the words of whatever's written on it. I examined my surroundings to see some people, also had their hands tied behind their backs, besides and behind me. I saw someone who was being pressured by rocks on their chest. I can't see who it is though. Finally, I saw a few girls, aged around 8 to 18, holding their own hands together and giving of a devilish smile. No emotion came from me.
A servant or someone in lower authority put a noose around my neck and fastened to make sure it was on tight enough.
A brown-haired girl, who looked around my age stood in the middle of the female fatale. Could she have been responsible for this? Her face was Pale with a hint of a subtle blush. But just very subtle. Something about her I don't like. Her face reads greed, betrayal, and… she are no virgin… -Wait, how the hell do I know that? And she wants someone.
Her lips moved, speaking very softly amongst her female tribal group. I made out everything she said.
She said this: "Proctor you could set thyself free by the lord if only you confess. Tis bad choice. We could have been one! You've met with a terrible fate, have thy not?"
"Proctor? Name sounds familiar." I whispered and watched her more.
"Rot in Lucifer's domain, arrogant fool!"
"Arrogant? That's not a nice-"
My back was kicked very swiftly and suddenly off the platform. I wasn't fast enough to react to the kicker as I'm falling, very fast but it felt so slow. So slow that I saw a male and a female falling too with a noose around their own necks as well-OH MY GOD!
Their bodies jerked up and stopped moving above me. I was still in motion; falling. Then…
CRACK!
Heavy breathing became smaller and smaller…
I jumped up all sweaty and threw the covers off. Yep, I'm not home again.
"Crazy dream. Gotta hate 'em…" I stretched and set up. Thanks for stating the obvious, Captain…
The sun beamed in my face like being splashed with hot coffee, so it must had been really early. Hoppy-le-scotchede, I proceeded to the huge window frame and viewed the orange, cloudless sky that was uprising the golden sun.
Imagining myself with someone standing right next to me, I fantasized alone. You know those typical overrated romantic love scenes? Imagine Kori standing there alone in one of those balcony-like things… but it's only an open window-like. (Sorry, can't really explain things right now… I'm like in test mode when I'm typing all this stuff.) But now it's brought up, I hardly know any females, due to my lack of being in the crowd.
"After all these years and you still have that window-leaning habit, eh?" Smashing my head up on the top of the window, I flinched. Apparently, I found myself leaning on the window?
"Of course!" Embarrassed a little, I blushed. "Every person has their own habits!" The source came from a guy.
The voice came from a teen-adult that has longer hair than I. Its dark green. (It's rare to see people with green hair, don't ya think? Well, for guys that is.) And it drops down an inch below his neck collar. He has bushy eyebrows but they're black… and white? Like each half is a different color, going from left to right. People say it was a birth defect but I think otherwise… and no, it's not bleached. Oh, almost forgot about the most noticeable aspect of this guy; he has an awkwardly wavy piece of hair that sticks out so much that it becomes impossible to not pay attention too.
Oh, his name's Victor. Just saying.
"Indeed. Habits are what make up this world. Whether it be bad or terrible." He grabbed his notebook with a pencil.
"You still write poetry?"
"I'd be outta business if I didn't." Victor scribbled something in a new page.
"Well what do ya' know? We got ourselves a writer." I jokily said.
"We also have this…" He wrote more in his notebook. Like a magic spell book, the notebook flickered with a yellow light, surrounding the figure.
"Have what-fsdmfnsdkjf hsekljfhsef-What the hell was that?" Mother of 4th wall breakers! He was dying of how badly I actually said all of that gibberish nonsense.
"Do not mock me, child." With a grin, he stepped out.
"At least I don't look like an anime dude, 'Animebro13!' He stopped. (Sorry in advance, if this is someone's username for some site(s), I am not referring to you. I only used that name because he looks like an anime 'bro' and the "13" is my Grad year lol.)
"Yes you do! Explain that gray hair then!"
"You have green hair…" I mumbled under my breath. "You're argument is now invalid."
He raised his left hand. "This is 'You'. And this is 'Me'." With 'his' hand, he balled it up into a fist and smashed his hand of the leftness and walked out. I gave a raspberry face behind his back.
"Breakfast is not ready yet. Don't come down the stairs yet." He called out to the echoing sounds of the hallow staircase-room.
"Yeah, yeah." I sighed and went down stairs anyways to piss him off. Pissing off Victor is pretty fun actually. (Whoever's writing this is so mean! -Oh wait…)
When I stepped on the tile floor finally, I noticed Sub-Zero sleeping on the couch with a blanket over him. Standing still like a still picture frame, I 'pictured' him as a small boy, fast asleep near the fireplace. I smiled slightly and lowered my eyes.
"Welcome to my other home…"
Hey guys! I just finished my school year as being a junior in high school! It's amazing how time flies so fast that it's unbearable to believe how life is racing away. I still remember walking into all my classes for this year. From when this chapter's posted (5/22/11), tomorrow will be a little Mario Kart tournament on DS/7 in class (since it's the last day and all) xDD. Also getting people to sign my yearbook.
Sorry for taking over a month to get this chapter out. I've been super busy and studying for my finals (Like my Spanish 2 final. We had to make a skit, all in Spanish. It was easy, considering that I studied all last week to get it down perfectly.). I hope you guys can forgive me =/…
At least, now that school's out, I can update sooner and stuff. Be on the lookout for that.
Chapter was pretty fun to mess with, especially the dream part. If you didn't know the reference I made, it's basically my interpretation to the end of "The Crucible." No spoilers to what happened in the real story though =D. Don't forget to decode that little message near the beginning. I choose The Crucible to reference because that was the current (at the time) story that we were reading in English class (which was my final for that class ironically) and it was the second time reading it. (First time as a freshman. It was something we had to read in Honors English.)
Victor, the new OC that I just basically ripped off of one of my Sonic OC's xDD. Funny thing about calling him "Victor" because that's my real name lol. So "I" made a cameo appearance in my own story… Actually, I was gonna put myself literally in this story, but I decided not to. I'd raid the fan girl base so badly if I was in there… ;D
Chapter Summary:
Kori wakes up in a prison cell, with a knife in his hand and messages all written in blood on his arms. He throws the knife, having it return to him and his hands force Kori of almost committing suicide. A stranger comes inside and grabs Kori into a white light where he finds himself in a wooden platform, where he sees "Abigail and the other girls." He lip-reads everything that they say. Before he can do anything else, he is kicked off the platform and is hung. He wakes up from that terrible nightmare and goes up to the window and imagines himself with someone standing there next to him. He gets startled by a guy named "Victor" and they get into an argument and 4th wall stuff… blah blah blah. He goes downstairs and see's Sub-Zero laying down on the couch and Kori thinks of him as a small kid and reveals that this is his "other home."
I hope you guys got the references I snuck in there. For example, one of the lines of Abigail has her saying something that came from a… scary thing .;. Also, if you didn't understand why I called the chapter "The Writer and the Sun," it was referring to the sunset that Kori was looking out from the window. As for the "Writer" part, it was Victor's way of being a 4th wall breaker… I'll reveal more stuff in the next chapter into the "Writer" part. Any Speculations? Leave a response below!
One last thing before I finish up this guy. As I did for my Kirby series, I want to change the name of this story as well. I want a name change because it's not really centering around his life… I mean like, I expect a story that revolves around his life as in being a normal kid; going to school, work, etc. This isn't the case for this story. You guys should give me name ideas for this story and I'll see which ones I can take into consideration. =)
I'm done with this A/C finally lol. I hope I got everything and I'll see you next timeeee!
Ps: I want to start up yet ANOTHER short series. It's going to be revolving around MK and other characters. I'll probably make it to be like 3 short, random episodes in 1 chapter or 1 semi-long one and kinda the same for 2… if that made any sense xP. But it's going to be a side project. I want to call it "I'll get you back in the next round!" (Yes, I know that's kind of a long name, but it's going to be called that and I think it's good enough.) Any Questions about this guy? Oh, one final thing. I'm allowing you guys to submit your requests to make a suggestion to make a scenario for a story for this, so if you got an idea, shoot me up in a review or PM me! If I like it enough, I'll write it! =)