Alone
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Hello, everyone. This is my first ficlet. I hope that you like it, and if you don't, I'll take it down so you shall not have to suffer with this disgusting piece of literature on your site.
Disclaimer:
I must warn you - Nothing in this ficlet belongs to be, other than the things that you do not recognize as J.R.R. Tolkien's. I do not write like him, and if you are hoping that this piece of fiction shall come even close to the magnificence of Tolkien's work; I am sorry to say that you are sadly mistaken.
--Silent Silver
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Chapter Two: A Simple Resolution
I groaned, and rubbed my head with my left hand. I'm not quite sure, but I didn't think my right arm was actually in tact anymore. Ah, but how the hell am *I* still in tact? Once again, I say, that's the ironically ironic irony of it all, eh? I didn't attempt sitting up; by back hurt too damn bad for that. I sniffed in a rather pathetic sort of way, and found I didn't smell asphalt, or even the foul stench of the trailer house. Instead, it smelled of... Trees?
I sat up as quick as I could, and much to my disgust, my back gave a horrifying crack. Ew. I opened one eye, and found I was face to face with a fuck of a lot of big, huge, gigantic, humungous... Well, you get the idea. They were big ass trees. Ah, and these weren't even HAPPY looking trees! Huge, scary, dark trees were they... I suppressed a snort, and rolled my eyes.
"Well, apparently I was flung so far away from the street, I landed into the biggest, darkest, most disgusting forest this side of England. Yes, this is ever so pleasant!" I smirked, blinking around my surroundings.
I looked down, and found that my clothes were still in tact - Save my knee- highs. They had bigger runs in the goddamn things than I cared to even attempt to fix. I pulled off my beloved Docs, and yanked off the runny black knee-highs. I pulled my Docs back on, and re-tied the rainbow laces with a sigh. I went to stand up, but a sharp pain in my thigh was stopping me.
I looked down, and noticed that my skirt was covered in sticky blood. I pulled what little there was to pull up, and found a deep cut in my thigh. Oh, yes. Thank you, Daddy Dearest. I snorted, and rubbed my eyes, only to have my skin come in contact with more... Stickiness. I sighed in an exasperated manner, and ran my finger along the other cut that Daddy Dearest had given to me.
"Great," I mumbled sarcastically, "Just great. So, Ky, what's next? You've gone and gotten your bloomin' ass lost in the biggest forest in England, and now you're going to bleed to death! Hey! Ah, shit... That's life."
I sighed, leaned back, only to come in contact with some sort of object... I turned around, and saw my beloved backpack. Suppressing a happy squeak, I grabbed the bag, and hugged it close to my chest. At least I had SOMETHING of my own in this bloody forest... Drumming my fingers on the ground absentmindedly, all the while staring at the black polish on my nails, I hummed a little tune. Okay, well my humming usually turns into singing... And it did.
"This my December...
This is my time of the year...
This my December...
This all so clear...
This my December...
This is my snow-covered home...
This is my December...
This is me alone...
And I...
Just wish that I didn't feel like there was something I missed...
And I...
Take back all the things I said to make you feel like that...
And I...
Just wish that I didn't feel like there was something I missed...
And I...
Take back all the things I said to make you feel like that...
And I
Give it all away...
Just to have somewhere to go to...
Give it all away...
To have someone to come home to...
This is my December...
These are my snow-covered dreams...
This is me pretending...
This is all I need...
And I...
Just wish that I didn't feel like there was something I missed...
And I...
Take back all the things I said to make you feel like that...
And I...
Just wish that I didn't feel like there was something I missed...
And I...
Take back all the things I said to make you feel like that...
And I...
Give it all away...
Just to have somewhere to go to...
Give it all away...
To have someone to come home to...
This is my December...
This is my time of the year...
This is my December...
This is all so clear...
Give it all away...
Just to have somewhere to go to...
Give it all away...
To have someone to come home to...
Give it all away...
Just to have somewhere to go to...
Give it all away...
To have someone to come home to..."
(My December - Linkin Park *Go download this damn song, reader! It happens to be my favorite song... DO IT!*)
* * * Meanwhile * * *
The man upon horseback strained his ears, listening to the haunting song, and the beautiful voice that sung it. A frown crossed his face, and he looked to be in deep thought. Obviously coming to a resolution, the man turned his voice, and urged it on in the direction of the singing.
* * * P.O.V of Ky * * *
I sighed, and rested my head on my backpack, finally finished with my song. I itched an itch on my leg, and grumbled about the injustices of being flung off the highway so far that you land in a huge forest, full of only the Big Man in the Sky knows what.
I pushed some of my annoyingly straight, waist length black hair out of the way, and contemplated the idea chopping it all off, as soon as I got back to where ever the Hell I came from. Ahh, yes. 'Mi casa', I believe. I sneezed, and rubbed the back of my hand over my nose. Suddenly, I could've sworn I heard hoof beats... No, no. Can't be. OBVIOUSLY NOT, Ky dearest. Why the hell would people be riding around in a dense-ass forest? ...To look for moi? Nah, it'd never happen.
I closed my eyes, and with the help of my backpack as a pillow, fell asleep...
* * * Soon After * * *
As he urged his horse on, deeper into the forest, he noticed something... Whatever it was, it was crumpled on the ground. Beckoning his horse a bit closer, he could see it was... A girl? Yes, a girl. He frowned, and dismounted, walking quietly over to the form of the girl.
He winced when he saw that she was covered in her own crimson blood. She did not appear to be waking any time soon, and seeing how he was going where he was going, he dismounted from his horse, and gathered the girl in his arms, along with her light pack.
As he mounted his horse once again, he placed the raven-haired girl infront of him, and locked his arms tightly around the girl's barely-there waist. With a sigh, he urged his horse on. They were not far from their destination...
* * * P.O.V of Ky * * *
I groggily opened one eye. Ahh, there were the hoof beats again! Wait just a goddamn minute... Why's the ground moving...? Why am *I* moving?! Ahh, and in such situations, I did the only thing I could think of.
Valiantly, and bravely fought back against the person who was taking me only The Big Man in the Sky knows where? You see, that probably would've been the logical thing to do...
...Instead?
I screamed my head off.
Well, and THEN I resolved to kick the guy's ass. I turned around, forcing the person's grip to loosen. Staring back at me was an unclean man, and startled, none-the-less. A part of my brain was telling me, 'Ah! Kick his ass! He's taking you captive!', but the other part was saying 'Umm... Who the fuck are you, why am I on your horse, where the hell are you taking me... And WHAT'S THAT?!"
The person/guy/thing forced me to turn back around, and gently tilted my head upwards. Oh. My. Fucking. Big Man in the Sky.
"What the hell is that thing?!" I demanded, "And why the hell am I going there?!"
In front of me was a gigantic castle-type-thing, except it didn't exactly have walls around it. There were waterfalls cascading around the castle- thing, and it was... Breathtaking. Vines climbed the walls in aimless rows, untamed, and without a care in the world. The castle was surrounded by a crystal-clear lake, and I couldn't help but gape.
"Uh, sir..." I started meekly, "Where in England are we?"
"England?" the man behind me asked, "I know not of this... England? We are approaching Rivendell, the Last Homely House of Lord Elrond."
And with that...
I passed out.
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Hi, Silver here. Please let me know what you think, and even if it's worth continuing. I've heard the term 'Mary-Sue' before, and I'm hoping that this story WON'T turn out this way... But it might... *exasperated sigh* Sauron, Satan, and Lucifer! Just REVIEW me! ...Please?
REVIEW REPLIES:
Maybe Tonight: Actually... I did give you "Sanchez's" first name. Ky Sanchez. It's Ky. Just Ky.
Fernvigiel: *snorts* Well, I'm quite a fucked up writer, sooo... Perhaps this wont be a Mary-Sue! Hoo-fucking-rah!
--Silver
************
Hello, everyone. This is my first ficlet. I hope that you like it, and if you don't, I'll take it down so you shall not have to suffer with this disgusting piece of literature on your site.
Disclaimer:
I must warn you - Nothing in this ficlet belongs to be, other than the things that you do not recognize as J.R.R. Tolkien's. I do not write like him, and if you are hoping that this piece of fiction shall come even close to the magnificence of Tolkien's work; I am sorry to say that you are sadly mistaken.
--Silent Silver
************
Chapter Two: A Simple Resolution
I groaned, and rubbed my head with my left hand. I'm not quite sure, but I didn't think my right arm was actually in tact anymore. Ah, but how the hell am *I* still in tact? Once again, I say, that's the ironically ironic irony of it all, eh? I didn't attempt sitting up; by back hurt too damn bad for that. I sniffed in a rather pathetic sort of way, and found I didn't smell asphalt, or even the foul stench of the trailer house. Instead, it smelled of... Trees?
I sat up as quick as I could, and much to my disgust, my back gave a horrifying crack. Ew. I opened one eye, and found I was face to face with a fuck of a lot of big, huge, gigantic, humungous... Well, you get the idea. They were big ass trees. Ah, and these weren't even HAPPY looking trees! Huge, scary, dark trees were they... I suppressed a snort, and rolled my eyes.
"Well, apparently I was flung so far away from the street, I landed into the biggest, darkest, most disgusting forest this side of England. Yes, this is ever so pleasant!" I smirked, blinking around my surroundings.
I looked down, and found that my clothes were still in tact - Save my knee- highs. They had bigger runs in the goddamn things than I cared to even attempt to fix. I pulled off my beloved Docs, and yanked off the runny black knee-highs. I pulled my Docs back on, and re-tied the rainbow laces with a sigh. I went to stand up, but a sharp pain in my thigh was stopping me.
I looked down, and noticed that my skirt was covered in sticky blood. I pulled what little there was to pull up, and found a deep cut in my thigh. Oh, yes. Thank you, Daddy Dearest. I snorted, and rubbed my eyes, only to have my skin come in contact with more... Stickiness. I sighed in an exasperated manner, and ran my finger along the other cut that Daddy Dearest had given to me.
"Great," I mumbled sarcastically, "Just great. So, Ky, what's next? You've gone and gotten your bloomin' ass lost in the biggest forest in England, and now you're going to bleed to death! Hey! Ah, shit... That's life."
I sighed, leaned back, only to come in contact with some sort of object... I turned around, and saw my beloved backpack. Suppressing a happy squeak, I grabbed the bag, and hugged it close to my chest. At least I had SOMETHING of my own in this bloody forest... Drumming my fingers on the ground absentmindedly, all the while staring at the black polish on my nails, I hummed a little tune. Okay, well my humming usually turns into singing... And it did.
"This my December...
This is my time of the year...
This my December...
This all so clear...
This my December...
This is my snow-covered home...
This is my December...
This is me alone...
And I...
Just wish that I didn't feel like there was something I missed...
And I...
Take back all the things I said to make you feel like that...
And I...
Just wish that I didn't feel like there was something I missed...
And I...
Take back all the things I said to make you feel like that...
And I
Give it all away...
Just to have somewhere to go to...
Give it all away...
To have someone to come home to...
This is my December...
These are my snow-covered dreams...
This is me pretending...
This is all I need...
And I...
Just wish that I didn't feel like there was something I missed...
And I...
Take back all the things I said to make you feel like that...
And I...
Just wish that I didn't feel like there was something I missed...
And I...
Take back all the things I said to make you feel like that...
And I...
Give it all away...
Just to have somewhere to go to...
Give it all away...
To have someone to come home to...
This is my December...
This is my time of the year...
This is my December...
This is all so clear...
Give it all away...
Just to have somewhere to go to...
Give it all away...
To have someone to come home to...
Give it all away...
Just to have somewhere to go to...
Give it all away...
To have someone to come home to..."
(My December - Linkin Park *Go download this damn song, reader! It happens to be my favorite song... DO IT!*)
* * * Meanwhile * * *
The man upon horseback strained his ears, listening to the haunting song, and the beautiful voice that sung it. A frown crossed his face, and he looked to be in deep thought. Obviously coming to a resolution, the man turned his voice, and urged it on in the direction of the singing.
* * * P.O.V of Ky * * *
I sighed, and rested my head on my backpack, finally finished with my song. I itched an itch on my leg, and grumbled about the injustices of being flung off the highway so far that you land in a huge forest, full of only the Big Man in the Sky knows what.
I pushed some of my annoyingly straight, waist length black hair out of the way, and contemplated the idea chopping it all off, as soon as I got back to where ever the Hell I came from. Ahh, yes. 'Mi casa', I believe. I sneezed, and rubbed the back of my hand over my nose. Suddenly, I could've sworn I heard hoof beats... No, no. Can't be. OBVIOUSLY NOT, Ky dearest. Why the hell would people be riding around in a dense-ass forest? ...To look for moi? Nah, it'd never happen.
I closed my eyes, and with the help of my backpack as a pillow, fell asleep...
* * * Soon After * * *
As he urged his horse on, deeper into the forest, he noticed something... Whatever it was, it was crumpled on the ground. Beckoning his horse a bit closer, he could see it was... A girl? Yes, a girl. He frowned, and dismounted, walking quietly over to the form of the girl.
He winced when he saw that she was covered in her own crimson blood. She did not appear to be waking any time soon, and seeing how he was going where he was going, he dismounted from his horse, and gathered the girl in his arms, along with her light pack.
As he mounted his horse once again, he placed the raven-haired girl infront of him, and locked his arms tightly around the girl's barely-there waist. With a sigh, he urged his horse on. They were not far from their destination...
* * * P.O.V of Ky * * *
I groggily opened one eye. Ahh, there were the hoof beats again! Wait just a goddamn minute... Why's the ground moving...? Why am *I* moving?! Ahh, and in such situations, I did the only thing I could think of.
Valiantly, and bravely fought back against the person who was taking me only The Big Man in the Sky knows where? You see, that probably would've been the logical thing to do...
...Instead?
I screamed my head off.
Well, and THEN I resolved to kick the guy's ass. I turned around, forcing the person's grip to loosen. Staring back at me was an unclean man, and startled, none-the-less. A part of my brain was telling me, 'Ah! Kick his ass! He's taking you captive!', but the other part was saying 'Umm... Who the fuck are you, why am I on your horse, where the hell are you taking me... And WHAT'S THAT?!"
The person/guy/thing forced me to turn back around, and gently tilted my head upwards. Oh. My. Fucking. Big Man in the Sky.
"What the hell is that thing?!" I demanded, "And why the hell am I going there?!"
In front of me was a gigantic castle-type-thing, except it didn't exactly have walls around it. There were waterfalls cascading around the castle- thing, and it was... Breathtaking. Vines climbed the walls in aimless rows, untamed, and without a care in the world. The castle was surrounded by a crystal-clear lake, and I couldn't help but gape.
"Uh, sir..." I started meekly, "Where in England are we?"
"England?" the man behind me asked, "I know not of this... England? We are approaching Rivendell, the Last Homely House of Lord Elrond."
And with that...
I passed out.
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Hi, Silver here. Please let me know what you think, and even if it's worth continuing. I've heard the term 'Mary-Sue' before, and I'm hoping that this story WON'T turn out this way... But it might... *exasperated sigh* Sauron, Satan, and Lucifer! Just REVIEW me! ...Please?
REVIEW REPLIES:
Maybe Tonight: Actually... I did give you "Sanchez's" first name. Ky Sanchez. It's Ky. Just Ky.
Fernvigiel: *snorts* Well, I'm quite a fucked up writer, sooo... Perhaps this wont be a Mary-Sue! Hoo-fucking-rah!
--Silver