AN: Dudes!!! Look I got a new fic out! Sorry about updating, I have a major
writers block, but a new chapter should be out soon! This is my new AU fan
fiction, hope you like!Oh, and just so you don't get too confused..
//~*~\\ = dream/vision
".." = talking
'...' =thinking
~Pyro
Final Destination
Chapter one
//~*~\\ Begin..//~*~\\
~*~ Sunday 11:07 PM ~*~
The night was covered in a black blanket of velvet, and the silence expanded for many miles, not a sound through the expansion of forest and mountain that covered the terrain. The moons light was next to none, but provided the slightest of light to the little village below the sky, surrounded by nature. The shadows covered everything that the small light did not reach, they seemed to move, but stay still in the same moment.
Dark and light collided in a vast sea of greys and blacks, the silence only upholding the eerie environment. And in the mist of it all, a piece of stark white paper stood out from the dull colours of the night, pinned to the ground on the outskirts of town.
'twas the night before Christmas
and all through the house
not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse
the stockings were hung by the chimney with care,
in hopes that st.Nicolas would soon be there;
the children were nestled all snug in their beds,
while visions of sugar - plums danced in their heads;
.
the moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow
gave the lustre of mid-day objects below,
.
as dry leaves that before the wild hurricane fly,
when they meet with an obstacle ,mount to the sky,
.
he spoke not a word, but went straight to his work
.
burned down the village, not one little quirk,
stuffed the stockings, put gifts under the tree
He crept down the chimney,
Practiced with ease
And stuffed the stockings,
Put gifts under the tree
Then up through the chimney
Back to where he came
No traces of the visit that became.
The note fluttered in the wind, but didn't blow away due to the tack that held it down.
And then, in the darkness of the night, the roaring of flames broke the silence.
~ * Monday 4:30 AM* ~ The phone rang in the dark confinements of the room. The lump under the covers, that was a person, stirred slightly. Moving away from the sound the individual resumed sleeping, and wrapped an arm around the 'lump' beside him. The phone continued to ring in the background. Grumbling, he turned and picked up the phone. After a brief talk he hung up the phone and proceeded to get out of bed and throw on a suit. "Mmm, where you going?" A voice called from the bed. "Work." Was the short reply. "." "There's been a massacre."
//~*~\\End sequence//~*~\\
In the dark night, Kagome Higurashi woke up in a cold sweat. 'What the hell was that?' Turning over she noticed her bed mate throwing on an Armani suit. "Where are you going?" her sleep ridden voice called from the bed. "Work." Was the short reply. "." Dread filled her senses as she anticipated the next words. "There's been a massacre."
A/N: How was it? Did u like it? Please tell me if I should continue, or stop altogether! I would like at least 5 reviews to continue, otherwise yeah.I need to know if the story that I am writing will at least be read, or else I will put my time elsewhere.
Final Destination
Chapter one
//~*~\\ Begin..//~*~\\
~*~ Sunday 11:07 PM ~*~
The night was covered in a black blanket of velvet, and the silence expanded for many miles, not a sound through the expansion of forest and mountain that covered the terrain. The moons light was next to none, but provided the slightest of light to the little village below the sky, surrounded by nature. The shadows covered everything that the small light did not reach, they seemed to move, but stay still in the same moment.
Dark and light collided in a vast sea of greys and blacks, the silence only upholding the eerie environment. And in the mist of it all, a piece of stark white paper stood out from the dull colours of the night, pinned to the ground on the outskirts of town.
'twas the night before Christmas
and all through the house
not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse
the stockings were hung by the chimney with care,
in hopes that st.Nicolas would soon be there;
the children were nestled all snug in their beds,
while visions of sugar - plums danced in their heads;
.
the moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow
gave the lustre of mid-day objects below,
.
as dry leaves that before the wild hurricane fly,
when they meet with an obstacle ,mount to the sky,
.
he spoke not a word, but went straight to his work
.
burned down the village, not one little quirk,
stuffed the stockings, put gifts under the tree
He crept down the chimney,
Practiced with ease
And stuffed the stockings,
Put gifts under the tree
Then up through the chimney
Back to where he came
No traces of the visit that became.
The note fluttered in the wind, but didn't blow away due to the tack that held it down.
And then, in the darkness of the night, the roaring of flames broke the silence.
~ * Monday 4:30 AM* ~ The phone rang in the dark confinements of the room. The lump under the covers, that was a person, stirred slightly. Moving away from the sound the individual resumed sleeping, and wrapped an arm around the 'lump' beside him. The phone continued to ring in the background. Grumbling, he turned and picked up the phone. After a brief talk he hung up the phone and proceeded to get out of bed and throw on a suit. "Mmm, where you going?" A voice called from the bed. "Work." Was the short reply. "." "There's been a massacre."
//~*~\\End sequence//~*~\\
In the dark night, Kagome Higurashi woke up in a cold sweat. 'What the hell was that?' Turning over she noticed her bed mate throwing on an Armani suit. "Where are you going?" her sleep ridden voice called from the bed. "Work." Was the short reply. "." Dread filled her senses as she anticipated the next words. "There's been a massacre."
A/N: How was it? Did u like it? Please tell me if I should continue, or stop altogether! I would like at least 5 reviews to continue, otherwise yeah.I need to know if the story that I am writing will at least be read, or else I will put my time elsewhere.