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A/N: I'm such a little shit, I am. And I now officially want Word to burn in hell for messing with my link. So anyway back to the story, this has the potential of being a short little chappy, but you'll live.
A/N2: Sorry this took so long, I was lazy, bad me. But if you're ever wondering where I am, check my lj - www. livejournal. com/ users/ unprodicalgirl (once again, remove spaces, Word is being a bitch) and if I haven't posted there in like a month, I'm dead, please send flowers.
Thanks,
~Stigmata_Crow~
(We open to Kanin's bedroom. He is going to be currently staying in a cabin, since I can't remember what he did after his house burnt down, so his room is very cabiny, with wooden posts on the bed. Music: Tripping, by Edwin, playing from the bedside clock radio at first. He's tossing and turning, muttering something about having to get away, so the camera pans into his face, as we enter his dream. (At this point the music hits the chorus and is no long on the radio, its just normal sounding). His eyes shot open, and we're standing in the middle of the woods, hearing strange howling)
Kanin twisted and turned around, trying to find out where the howling is coming from. Then he saw a familiar tree (his eyes flutter and he has a small flash back of Willard's funeral and the tree he stood behind). He walked towards the tree as if drawn by a magnetic force. He put his hand on the tree, creating some kind of connection between him and nature, and then stepped around it. That's when he sees them. Grey, black white.... Wolves, dozens of them, snarling, teeth bared, hair on end and pacing about protecting the Alpha, the white, from the threat that is John Kanin. And then he heard them, without moving their jaws from their snarls, talking to him in old voices, accented Irish voices, several of them, both male and female.
[Get OUT! Get out of here! You don't belong here! There is only death here for you!] [You don't belong here!] [Why are you here? We don't WANT you here!] [Asshole has a death wish!] The voices got louder and louder and banged a drum line in his head.
(Here the camera goes into a vomit-inducing swirl around John with him clutching his head, the voices getting more intense, when finally he shoots up in bed, panting.)
"What the fuck was that?"
***
(Cut back to cabin in the woods. Rose is walking Sophia to the door.)
"The night has passed," Said Rose gently leading Sophia by the arm. "Matt will be worried." Sophia nodded as Rose led her out the front door. "Good- bye, dear." Sophia started walking, then turned around. "Thanks, Rose. I needed someone to talk to. Luke is just... just infuriating most of the time." Rose smiled. "Don't mention it, oh and one last thing." "What?" "Beware the equinox, it will be you downfall." And with that, she turned around and went inside. Sophia pondered for a moment at what the old woman said, then just shook her head and started her trek back to town.
*** (Cut to some of the Hill Kids sitting at their usual table at the Wolf Lake Diner. It's early Saturday, but as usual, they're having the just-killed- cow special. Asshole Cates walks in, pissed as usual and sits down besides Randy. Presley tries to sit on his lap, but he knocks her on her ass, as he has been doing a lot lately.)
"What's your problem?" said Presley, picking herself up off the floor. "Ever since last September you've been pissy. Does this have something to do with Donner? Listen, I don't care what your mother, or Sherman says, that zoo-bait ain't going to flip." The next second, Presley found her head snapping back after making some up close and personal contact with Luke's fist.
"What did I tell you about saying that word?! No I suggest you go somewhere and cool off before I kick your ass."
Presley was smoldering, but did as she told and got up, along with Crystal and Britney, her two lackeys. When they got outside, Pres kicked in a garbage can. "I don't know what he's thinking, Pres," said Britney. "That half-breed will never even start the change, and if she does, she won't make it through." Presley continued to pace back in forth. "I can't wait anymore. We have to get that bitch out of the picture, and SOON!"
***
(Cut to the Donner kitchen. Matt is sitting at the table having a coffee, looking at an old photo album, when Sophia walked through the door. Music How's It Gonna Be, Third Eye Blind.)
Matt was startled when the kitchen door opened. "Sophia... I thought you were still in bed, where were you?" Sophia rolled her eyes. "Luke trouble." "Ahhhhh...." "Had to take a walk." Sophia walked up to see what Matt was looking at. "What is this?" "An old photo album. I was cleaning out the attic." Sophia flipped through several pages of her ass a baby, until she came to a picture with an old woman holding her. Her eyes bulged out of her skull. "It's her!" "Who hon?" "That woman. When I was outside the diner this old woman came and brought me to her house. She was a Skin Walker, and a fortune teller, and looked just like that woman." "Sophia, that's your grandmother." "You mean to tell me that I spent the whole night with my grandmother, and didn't even know?" "Obviously, you did." "But why?" "Well, I always thought Mom to be a little strange in her ways, but she probably guessed that you would act differently toward her if you knew." Sophia nodded as Matt got up and walked to the living room (The next bit is in Rose's voice).
[Beware the Equinox, it will be your downfall....]
(Fade out as music gets louder)
A/N: So I've not died, and have decided to continue my story, yay to all. AND IT'S MARCH BREAK!!! So I'm going to do two things, sit on my ass, and write. This benefits all, and I hope to get chapter one of Episode 13 out soon.
A/N: I'm such a little shit, I am. And I now officially want Word to burn in hell for messing with my link. So anyway back to the story, this has the potential of being a short little chappy, but you'll live.
A/N2: Sorry this took so long, I was lazy, bad me. But if you're ever wondering where I am, check my lj - www. livejournal. com/ users/ unprodicalgirl (once again, remove spaces, Word is being a bitch) and if I haven't posted there in like a month, I'm dead, please send flowers.
Thanks,
~Stigmata_Crow~
(We open to Kanin's bedroom. He is going to be currently staying in a cabin, since I can't remember what he did after his house burnt down, so his room is very cabiny, with wooden posts on the bed. Music: Tripping, by Edwin, playing from the bedside clock radio at first. He's tossing and turning, muttering something about having to get away, so the camera pans into his face, as we enter his dream. (At this point the music hits the chorus and is no long on the radio, its just normal sounding). His eyes shot open, and we're standing in the middle of the woods, hearing strange howling)
Kanin twisted and turned around, trying to find out where the howling is coming from. Then he saw a familiar tree (his eyes flutter and he has a small flash back of Willard's funeral and the tree he stood behind). He walked towards the tree as if drawn by a magnetic force. He put his hand on the tree, creating some kind of connection between him and nature, and then stepped around it. That's when he sees them. Grey, black white.... Wolves, dozens of them, snarling, teeth bared, hair on end and pacing about protecting the Alpha, the white, from the threat that is John Kanin. And then he heard them, without moving their jaws from their snarls, talking to him in old voices, accented Irish voices, several of them, both male and female.
[Get OUT! Get out of here! You don't belong here! There is only death here for you!] [You don't belong here!] [Why are you here? We don't WANT you here!] [Asshole has a death wish!] The voices got louder and louder and banged a drum line in his head.
(Here the camera goes into a vomit-inducing swirl around John with him clutching his head, the voices getting more intense, when finally he shoots up in bed, panting.)
"What the fuck was that?"
***
(Cut back to cabin in the woods. Rose is walking Sophia to the door.)
"The night has passed," Said Rose gently leading Sophia by the arm. "Matt will be worried." Sophia nodded as Rose led her out the front door. "Good- bye, dear." Sophia started walking, then turned around. "Thanks, Rose. I needed someone to talk to. Luke is just... just infuriating most of the time." Rose smiled. "Don't mention it, oh and one last thing." "What?" "Beware the equinox, it will be you downfall." And with that, she turned around and went inside. Sophia pondered for a moment at what the old woman said, then just shook her head and started her trek back to town.
*** (Cut to some of the Hill Kids sitting at their usual table at the Wolf Lake Diner. It's early Saturday, but as usual, they're having the just-killed- cow special. Asshole Cates walks in, pissed as usual and sits down besides Randy. Presley tries to sit on his lap, but he knocks her on her ass, as he has been doing a lot lately.)
"What's your problem?" said Presley, picking herself up off the floor. "Ever since last September you've been pissy. Does this have something to do with Donner? Listen, I don't care what your mother, or Sherman says, that zoo-bait ain't going to flip." The next second, Presley found her head snapping back after making some up close and personal contact with Luke's fist.
"What did I tell you about saying that word?! No I suggest you go somewhere and cool off before I kick your ass."
Presley was smoldering, but did as she told and got up, along with Crystal and Britney, her two lackeys. When they got outside, Pres kicked in a garbage can. "I don't know what he's thinking, Pres," said Britney. "That half-breed will never even start the change, and if she does, she won't make it through." Presley continued to pace back in forth. "I can't wait anymore. We have to get that bitch out of the picture, and SOON!"
***
(Cut to the Donner kitchen. Matt is sitting at the table having a coffee, looking at an old photo album, when Sophia walked through the door. Music How's It Gonna Be, Third Eye Blind.)
Matt was startled when the kitchen door opened. "Sophia... I thought you were still in bed, where were you?" Sophia rolled her eyes. "Luke trouble." "Ahhhhh...." "Had to take a walk." Sophia walked up to see what Matt was looking at. "What is this?" "An old photo album. I was cleaning out the attic." Sophia flipped through several pages of her ass a baby, until she came to a picture with an old woman holding her. Her eyes bulged out of her skull. "It's her!" "Who hon?" "That woman. When I was outside the diner this old woman came and brought me to her house. She was a Skin Walker, and a fortune teller, and looked just like that woman." "Sophia, that's your grandmother." "You mean to tell me that I spent the whole night with my grandmother, and didn't even know?" "Obviously, you did." "But why?" "Well, I always thought Mom to be a little strange in her ways, but she probably guessed that you would act differently toward her if you knew." Sophia nodded as Matt got up and walked to the living room (The next bit is in Rose's voice).
[Beware the Equinox, it will be your downfall....]
(Fade out as music gets louder)
A/N: So I've not died, and have decided to continue my story, yay to all. AND IT'S MARCH BREAK!!! So I'm going to do two things, sit on my ass, and write. This benefits all, and I hope to get chapter one of Episode 13 out soon.
