Disclaimer - The Voyd, the Beast, Shadow Raiders concept. NOT MINE. Kylie
is mine. Whatever happens to her, the peoples she know, are mine. I'll
never own Shadow Raiders. I don't have any money. So no sueing me, thanx!
Deep within the Beast, the Voyd stood, tall and daunting, his gaze effortless as he scaled the endless black of the beast. Deep within his mind, he could see; the Beast planet floating through the endless depths of the universe. A new galaxy had been found, leaving the planet to float through it. Before the Voyd stood Lamprey, she still existed. And Blokk had returned? How? Perhaps deep within the depths of the mind of the Voyd is the reason. But would anyone ever find it? No. Would anyone ever find out at all? The answer to the Beast would be hard to find. If ever. In the luminous shadows, The Voyd stood. His gaze shifted, staring. A long fingered hand reached grabbed, then awoke the dreamer.
The teenage girl woke up screaming. She grabbed the front of her top, and took several deep breaths. She tried to recall her dreams, but failed to. She grabbed her head, moaning, turning to look at the clock. It was five to 9:00 am! She screamed, jumping up, and grabbing her school clothes, she changed quickly, put her hair up, grabbed her bag and left, forgetting lunch. Her foster parents were already gone, so was her foster brother. And he was an ass. On the way to school, she thought about her life. She could hardly remember anything, nothing about her early life. Was that unusual? Most of her friends could remember their early life. She tried to shrug it off, but it was so, strange. Her eyes shut for a moment, but then she realised her mistake. She tripped, feel forward, but felt her arm grabbed by someone. Someone pulled her up, and her eyes turned look around at a older male, far older than her.
"You okay?" He asked.
"Yeah," She replied.
"What's your name?" He asked, reaching into his coat.
"My name? It's Kylie. Does it matter?" Kylie snapped.
"No." He held her arm tight, and dragged her over to his house, around the back, and tossed her onto the lawn.
"Get your clothes off," He snarled. Kylie snorted,
"Yeah right. Fuck off mate."
"Do it!"
"Did you hear me the first time?" "Yes," he reached into his coat, and pulled out a long steel blade. Kylie blinked, but remained unpreturbed.
"You really wanna do that?" Ooops, shouldn't have said that!
"Yeah," He leaned down, bringing the blade down, and he placed the tip onto Kylie's chest. Her eyes narrowed, and her hand shot around, grabbing his hand.
"Let go! Or I kill you now!" He warned.
"Then kill me!" Kylie screamed. The man did so. The blade plunged into her chest. But what the man saw, he could not believe. He screamed, reeling backwards, shaking his pain as if in pain. Kylie tilted her head, climbing to her feet. She grabbed the blade, and slowly withdrew it from her chest. But she should be dead, right? The blade had gone right through her, right where her heart should be. But, no. She held up the blade, but what she saw on there, she felt as if something big had hit her. Smack bang in the head. She took a step backwards, dropping the blade.
A scrambled memory hit her. A man, grabbed around the neck, by long fingers. Long fingers of nullmatter. Long fingers belonging to what? With a scream, she fell over backwards slamming her head into a rock, and she lay, nullmatter mixed with blood pouring from her open wound.
Deep within the Beast, the Voyd stood, tall and daunting, his gaze effortless as he scaled the endless black of the beast. Deep within his mind, he could see; the Beast planet floating through the endless depths of the universe. A new galaxy had been found, leaving the planet to float through it. Before the Voyd stood Lamprey, she still existed. And Blokk had returned? How? Perhaps deep within the depths of the mind of the Voyd is the reason. But would anyone ever find it? No. Would anyone ever find out at all? The answer to the Beast would be hard to find. If ever. In the luminous shadows, The Voyd stood. His gaze shifted, staring. A long fingered hand reached grabbed, then awoke the dreamer.
The teenage girl woke up screaming. She grabbed the front of her top, and took several deep breaths. She tried to recall her dreams, but failed to. She grabbed her head, moaning, turning to look at the clock. It was five to 9:00 am! She screamed, jumping up, and grabbing her school clothes, she changed quickly, put her hair up, grabbed her bag and left, forgetting lunch. Her foster parents were already gone, so was her foster brother. And he was an ass. On the way to school, she thought about her life. She could hardly remember anything, nothing about her early life. Was that unusual? Most of her friends could remember their early life. She tried to shrug it off, but it was so, strange. Her eyes shut for a moment, but then she realised her mistake. She tripped, feel forward, but felt her arm grabbed by someone. Someone pulled her up, and her eyes turned look around at a older male, far older than her.
"You okay?" He asked.
"Yeah," She replied.
"What's your name?" He asked, reaching into his coat.
"My name? It's Kylie. Does it matter?" Kylie snapped.
"No." He held her arm tight, and dragged her over to his house, around the back, and tossed her onto the lawn.
"Get your clothes off," He snarled. Kylie snorted,
"Yeah right. Fuck off mate."
"Do it!"
"Did you hear me the first time?" "Yes," he reached into his coat, and pulled out a long steel blade. Kylie blinked, but remained unpreturbed.
"You really wanna do that?" Ooops, shouldn't have said that!
"Yeah," He leaned down, bringing the blade down, and he placed the tip onto Kylie's chest. Her eyes narrowed, and her hand shot around, grabbing his hand.
"Let go! Or I kill you now!" He warned.
"Then kill me!" Kylie screamed. The man did so. The blade plunged into her chest. But what the man saw, he could not believe. He screamed, reeling backwards, shaking his pain as if in pain. Kylie tilted her head, climbing to her feet. She grabbed the blade, and slowly withdrew it from her chest. But she should be dead, right? The blade had gone right through her, right where her heart should be. But, no. She held up the blade, but what she saw on there, she felt as if something big had hit her. Smack bang in the head. She took a step backwards, dropping the blade.
A scrambled memory hit her. A man, grabbed around the neck, by long fingers. Long fingers of nullmatter. Long fingers belonging to what? With a scream, she fell over backwards slamming her head into a rock, and she lay, nullmatter mixed with blood pouring from her open wound.