A/N:
Hello everyone, this is my first time posting here and I sure hope its not my last :). Anyway, I just kinda wrote this as a "spur of the moment" type of thing. Ya know, I had a little time on my hands and A LOT of inspiration waiting to be written down, so here it goes. Please be nice and review, and I would really appreciate no bashing me or anything, just "constructive" criticism, thanx. Well, here we go, please eat, drink, and read like crazy!!! (*Yeah, its a pathetic quote, but sue me, I'm still workin on it:)*)
Disclaimer: HA=CB, not ME!!! (Don't sue unless you really want a computer that has trouble handling word, and a couple hundred already read copies of Animorphs, Everworld, Harry Potter, and stuff by Madeline L'Engle)
So, without further ado (drum roll)...
"Secret of Ahel"
**************
Helga turned the corner. This wasn't right, something was wrong here. Everything seemed to be in place, but still...what was it that was missing? She crept along the ever darkening corridor, smells of mold and dust caused by neglect of cleaning filled her nose. All around her, hanging limply upon the walls like guardians of a sacred domain, were tapestry's filled with pictures of demons and wild beasts far beyond imagining, all depicted in battles that seemed so real you could still hear cries of death and rage. Each of these was draped in cold, gray moonlight from the occasional high, arcing window, that appeared to reflect the light off of the pupils of their eyes, allowing them to take on a life of their own. Helga rubbed her hands together and blew into them, yet the air that seemed to be filled with the very presence of death, simply turned her breath into a puff of frost on the wind. Finally she spotted what she had known would be there all along, yet even know she was too afraid to acknowledge it. A small red light glowed in depths of blackness and mystery at the end of the final corridor. It was only a pinprick of bright blodd, a ruby star on a cloudy night that managed to break though for only a moment...but it was constant. As constant as the voices that seemed to come from within it. They seemed to whisper and mumble incoherent sounds that echoed of the cathedral ceiling. And above all of the rest, a light whisper of a voice that seeped into your body, your very soul, and made you shiver from its icy tone.
"Helga...Helga...I know you hear me...come Helga...reach out your hand and touch me...Touch what you cannot resist..."
Slowly Helga, her eyes glazed from fear or maybe just the undying call of that seducing voice, walked forward. Pulled by the strings that had been wrapped around her, like a puppet. So many illusions being cast by whoever or whatever this strange thing was. Illusions of her friends, her family, of...Arnold. And in this state she was in, the voice seemed to speak through Arnold as well.
"Come Helga, come on...I've got something very important to tell you...that's right, just grab my hand, and it'll all be better..."
Helga continued, the sound of her feet stepping along the chilled, gray stone floor growing slower and slower as the attempted to resist, but failed. And now so close, only an arms length away, just needing to reach up to touch the cold projection. So close...so close....
"Come Helga, your so close. Just a little more and you can be free..."
Helga lifted her hand and began to reach.
"Come Helga..."
Arm reaching...
"Come Helga..."
Inch's away...
"Come Helga..."
Millimeter's...
Then she touched...
"COME!!!"
The projection of Arnold was gone, and the voice had turned so raspy and dark. Everything was spinning and swirling!
"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!"
***********
"AHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!"
Helga sat up in her bed, soaked in a cold sweat and in mid-scream. Her heart beating so fast, she could have sworn that it would explode. The young girl of only nine years turned on the pink light sitting at her bedside table (pink being her favorite color). After a slight scan of her room from the safety of her covers, she crept out of her bed, but not before reading the time on her electric clock upon her dresser. In neon red numbers it flashed "3:02 AM". Helga walked over to her window and opened it, careful not to make too much noise less anyone else in the house awaken and inquire as to why she wasn't asleep at this hour (tomorrow was a school day after all). A cool night breeze rushed into her room, and ruffled her hair slightly, causing her to shiver. The blonde child took her gaze away from her room and stared up at the sliver of crescent moon, glowing silver in the navy/black sky. Helga closed her eyes and appeared to be in deep thought, like she was praying for something, or maybe just wishing...wishing that something would go away. A single tear fell down her cheek, resting upon the small object she held in both of her hands like it was the one thing that could give her what she wanted. A small, golden locket. For a few minutes, she just sat there, unmoving, allowing the pale light from that lunar sphere touch her soft face.
Finally, Helga opened her eyes, blinking them a little to get rid of some of the moisture that was still there. She stood up, and upon closing her window, walked back over to her bed, propping the locket on her night stand where she would be able to see it. Helga then climbed into her warm bed, and with one last look at the picture of her beloved, she lay down to fall back asleep, never turning out the light, which Arnolds likeness rested upon...
What do ya think??? Please tell me, you don't want me to spazz and have a heart attack or a stroke now do ya?(everyone smiles evilly)Hey?!
Hello everyone, this is my first time posting here and I sure hope its not my last :). Anyway, I just kinda wrote this as a "spur of the moment" type of thing. Ya know, I had a little time on my hands and A LOT of inspiration waiting to be written down, so here it goes. Please be nice and review, and I would really appreciate no bashing me or anything, just "constructive" criticism, thanx. Well, here we go, please eat, drink, and read like crazy!!! (*Yeah, its a pathetic quote, but sue me, I'm still workin on it:)*)
Disclaimer: HA=CB, not ME!!! (Don't sue unless you really want a computer that has trouble handling word, and a couple hundred already read copies of Animorphs, Everworld, Harry Potter, and stuff by Madeline L'Engle)
So, without further ado (drum roll)...
"Secret of Ahel"
**************
Helga turned the corner. This wasn't right, something was wrong here. Everything seemed to be in place, but still...what was it that was missing? She crept along the ever darkening corridor, smells of mold and dust caused by neglect of cleaning filled her nose. All around her, hanging limply upon the walls like guardians of a sacred domain, were tapestry's filled with pictures of demons and wild beasts far beyond imagining, all depicted in battles that seemed so real you could still hear cries of death and rage. Each of these was draped in cold, gray moonlight from the occasional high, arcing window, that appeared to reflect the light off of the pupils of their eyes, allowing them to take on a life of their own. Helga rubbed her hands together and blew into them, yet the air that seemed to be filled with the very presence of death, simply turned her breath into a puff of frost on the wind. Finally she spotted what she had known would be there all along, yet even know she was too afraid to acknowledge it. A small red light glowed in depths of blackness and mystery at the end of the final corridor. It was only a pinprick of bright blodd, a ruby star on a cloudy night that managed to break though for only a moment...but it was constant. As constant as the voices that seemed to come from within it. They seemed to whisper and mumble incoherent sounds that echoed of the cathedral ceiling. And above all of the rest, a light whisper of a voice that seeped into your body, your very soul, and made you shiver from its icy tone.
"Helga...Helga...I know you hear me...come Helga...reach out your hand and touch me...Touch what you cannot resist..."
Slowly Helga, her eyes glazed from fear or maybe just the undying call of that seducing voice, walked forward. Pulled by the strings that had been wrapped around her, like a puppet. So many illusions being cast by whoever or whatever this strange thing was. Illusions of her friends, her family, of...Arnold. And in this state she was in, the voice seemed to speak through Arnold as well.
"Come Helga, come on...I've got something very important to tell you...that's right, just grab my hand, and it'll all be better..."
Helga continued, the sound of her feet stepping along the chilled, gray stone floor growing slower and slower as the attempted to resist, but failed. And now so close, only an arms length away, just needing to reach up to touch the cold projection. So close...so close....
"Come Helga, your so close. Just a little more and you can be free..."
Helga lifted her hand and began to reach.
"Come Helga..."
Arm reaching...
"Come Helga..."
Inch's away...
"Come Helga..."
Millimeter's...
Then she touched...
"COME!!!"
The projection of Arnold was gone, and the voice had turned so raspy and dark. Everything was spinning and swirling!
"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!"
***********
"AHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!"
Helga sat up in her bed, soaked in a cold sweat and in mid-scream. Her heart beating so fast, she could have sworn that it would explode. The young girl of only nine years turned on the pink light sitting at her bedside table (pink being her favorite color). After a slight scan of her room from the safety of her covers, she crept out of her bed, but not before reading the time on her electric clock upon her dresser. In neon red numbers it flashed "3:02 AM". Helga walked over to her window and opened it, careful not to make too much noise less anyone else in the house awaken and inquire as to why she wasn't asleep at this hour (tomorrow was a school day after all). A cool night breeze rushed into her room, and ruffled her hair slightly, causing her to shiver. The blonde child took her gaze away from her room and stared up at the sliver of crescent moon, glowing silver in the navy/black sky. Helga closed her eyes and appeared to be in deep thought, like she was praying for something, or maybe just wishing...wishing that something would go away. A single tear fell down her cheek, resting upon the small object she held in both of her hands like it was the one thing that could give her what she wanted. A small, golden locket. For a few minutes, she just sat there, unmoving, allowing the pale light from that lunar sphere touch her soft face.
Finally, Helga opened her eyes, blinking them a little to get rid of some of the moisture that was still there. She stood up, and upon closing her window, walked back over to her bed, propping the locket on her night stand where she would be able to see it. Helga then climbed into her warm bed, and with one last look at the picture of her beloved, she lay down to fall back asleep, never turning out the light, which Arnolds likeness rested upon...
What do ya think??? Please tell me, you don't want me to spazz and have a heart attack or a stroke now do ya?(everyone smiles evilly)Hey?!