Alright, sorry for the short chapter. I couldn't think of anything else
for this chapter, but I do have a plot! Sorry if this gets a bit
confusing, a weird, I was listening to P.O.D...yeah...
Isaac: ::holds up a sign that says "you're weird"::
Yeah, well, you can't talk.
Isaac: ::holds up a blank sign::
???
Isaac: ::holds up a sign that says "I couldn't think of anything"::
Right...well...enjoy!
Chapter 3
"Yo, Nameless!"
Isaac half turned against the tide of people he was fighting
against, saw who had called his name, and pushed faster. It was a
handful of the football goons, and Garet didn't appear to be among them.
He wasn't stupid, he knew what the idiots did when their Captain wasn't
around.
They were out for blood.
"C'mon, Nameless!" one of them surged forward, the people in
front of him parting to make way. He grabbed Isaac's arm, and pulled him
back.
"Let me go!" he struggled, but it was futile. He was scrawny for
his age. His mom told him it was due to malnutrition and pollution.
That much had to be true, his diet consisted of macaroni and cheese,
ramon noodles, and other cheap, instant meals, and they lived in the
dirtiest part of town. He was no match for the muscle-bound thug
currently pulling him down the hall. "Let me GO!"
His heart started racing. No one was about to stick their neck
out for him. No one even cared what happened to him.
The thug had reached his destination, an empty space in the
quickly clearing hall. They stopped, and the football player turned to
him.
"You are one of them," he hissed. Isaac had no idea what he was
talking about, but decided it might be a bad idea to disagree. "And if
you are one of them, then we must kill you."
"Wha-what?" Isaac twisted in the bully's grip. Okay, he could
deal with a couple of cuts and bruises, maybe some broken bones, but
DYING? Out of the question. "What are you talking about? Let me go!"
"We must kill you," one of the other football players cracked his
knuckles, probably preparing to hit Isaac's face in. "Because of
Destiny."
Destiny? "Guys, I know you don't exactly like me."
"Let him go."
"You!" his captor released him. Isaac did the smart thing,
ducked under one of the other thug's outstretched arms and ran like hell.
Until he realized that the speaker was a girl. Cursing himself
for his stupidity, Isaac turned on one heel and ran back.
"You."
Garet ignored the girl's voice behind him. If she was talking to
him, he didn't really care.
"You're the."
Someone grabbed his arm. He spun around and grabbed the person
by the shoulders.
She was a lot shorter than him, shorter than Nameless. She had
long blue hair, and blue eyes that seemed to hold all of the secrets of
the world. She looked at him with those eyes, that seemed to be ageless
despite the young appearance of her face.
"You," she said again, simply.
"What exactly do you mean by that?" he asked, not releasing
loosening the hold he had on her.
"Come with me," she said softly. "And I will show you what
Destiny has in store for you."
"Destiny?" he almost laughed. "I make my own destiny."
"That may be true," the girl's eyes narrowed. "But no one can
control Destiny. She is a power of her own, and she will not stop for
you or anyone else."
This time, Garet released her. "Lead me."
When Isaac returned to the scene, all of the football players
were gone. A young blonde girl was standing there instead.
"What happened?" he wondered aloud, then turned to the girl.
"Who are you?"
She regarded him with cool, green eyes. "They call you
'Nameless', do they not?"
"What?"
"They call you 'Nameless'," she said simply.
He gritted his teeth. "Yeah, they call me 'Nameless'. Who wants
to know?"
"They will want to hear of this," she turned and began walking
away.
"What?" he grabbed her arm. "Hey, who are you? What the hell
are you talking about? So what if they call me 'Nameless'?"
"They do so for a reason," she explained.
"Because they're morons?" Isaac asked. "Hey, for your
information, I'm gonna be OUT of this hell hole in a couple of months,
and then no one will call me that."
"No," she looked at him. "They will always call you 'Nameless',
for that is who you are."
"I'm Isaac Glen," he snapped back.
She smiled, ever so slightly. "So you are."
"What do you want?" he asked.
"It's not about what I want," her smile widened. "It is about
what Destiny has decreed, and what we plan to do about it."
He let her go, and she continued down the hall.
"I don't believe in destiny," he protested softly.
"So they gather together."
"Yes, m'lady."
"But they will never find Him. I have hid Him well."
"Yes, m'lady."
She smiled. "No, they will never find Him."
Once again, it'll all make sense later. I promise. Next chapter will be
longer, and better. I promise. Oh, and the summary will make sense
eventually...
Isaac: ::holds up a sign that says "SURE it will"::
Well, R&R, or you'll never hear from me again!
for this chapter, but I do have a plot! Sorry if this gets a bit
confusing, a weird, I was listening to P.O.D...yeah...
Isaac: ::holds up a sign that says "you're weird"::
Yeah, well, you can't talk.
Isaac: ::holds up a blank sign::
???
Isaac: ::holds up a sign that says "I couldn't think of anything"::
Right...well...enjoy!
Chapter 3
"Yo, Nameless!"
Isaac half turned against the tide of people he was fighting
against, saw who had called his name, and pushed faster. It was a
handful of the football goons, and Garet didn't appear to be among them.
He wasn't stupid, he knew what the idiots did when their Captain wasn't
around.
They were out for blood.
"C'mon, Nameless!" one of them surged forward, the people in
front of him parting to make way. He grabbed Isaac's arm, and pulled him
back.
"Let me go!" he struggled, but it was futile. He was scrawny for
his age. His mom told him it was due to malnutrition and pollution.
That much had to be true, his diet consisted of macaroni and cheese,
ramon noodles, and other cheap, instant meals, and they lived in the
dirtiest part of town. He was no match for the muscle-bound thug
currently pulling him down the hall. "Let me GO!"
His heart started racing. No one was about to stick their neck
out for him. No one even cared what happened to him.
The thug had reached his destination, an empty space in the
quickly clearing hall. They stopped, and the football player turned to
him.
"You are one of them," he hissed. Isaac had no idea what he was
talking about, but decided it might be a bad idea to disagree. "And if
you are one of them, then we must kill you."
"Wha-what?" Isaac twisted in the bully's grip. Okay, he could
deal with a couple of cuts and bruises, maybe some broken bones, but
DYING? Out of the question. "What are you talking about? Let me go!"
"We must kill you," one of the other football players cracked his
knuckles, probably preparing to hit Isaac's face in. "Because of
Destiny."
Destiny? "Guys, I know you don't exactly like me."
"Let him go."
"You!" his captor released him. Isaac did the smart thing,
ducked under one of the other thug's outstretched arms and ran like hell.
Until he realized that the speaker was a girl. Cursing himself
for his stupidity, Isaac turned on one heel and ran back.
"You."
Garet ignored the girl's voice behind him. If she was talking to
him, he didn't really care.
"You're the."
Someone grabbed his arm. He spun around and grabbed the person
by the shoulders.
She was a lot shorter than him, shorter than Nameless. She had
long blue hair, and blue eyes that seemed to hold all of the secrets of
the world. She looked at him with those eyes, that seemed to be ageless
despite the young appearance of her face.
"You," she said again, simply.
"What exactly do you mean by that?" he asked, not releasing
loosening the hold he had on her.
"Come with me," she said softly. "And I will show you what
Destiny has in store for you."
"Destiny?" he almost laughed. "I make my own destiny."
"That may be true," the girl's eyes narrowed. "But no one can
control Destiny. She is a power of her own, and she will not stop for
you or anyone else."
This time, Garet released her. "Lead me."
When Isaac returned to the scene, all of the football players
were gone. A young blonde girl was standing there instead.
"What happened?" he wondered aloud, then turned to the girl.
"Who are you?"
She regarded him with cool, green eyes. "They call you
'Nameless', do they not?"
"What?"
"They call you 'Nameless'," she said simply.
He gritted his teeth. "Yeah, they call me 'Nameless'. Who wants
to know?"
"They will want to hear of this," she turned and began walking
away.
"What?" he grabbed her arm. "Hey, who are you? What the hell
are you talking about? So what if they call me 'Nameless'?"
"They do so for a reason," she explained.
"Because they're morons?" Isaac asked. "Hey, for your
information, I'm gonna be OUT of this hell hole in a couple of months,
and then no one will call me that."
"No," she looked at him. "They will always call you 'Nameless',
for that is who you are."
"I'm Isaac Glen," he snapped back.
She smiled, ever so slightly. "So you are."
"What do you want?" he asked.
"It's not about what I want," her smile widened. "It is about
what Destiny has decreed, and what we plan to do about it."
He let her go, and she continued down the hall.
"I don't believe in destiny," he protested softly.
"So they gather together."
"Yes, m'lady."
"But they will never find Him. I have hid Him well."
"Yes, m'lady."
She smiled. "No, they will never find Him."
Once again, it'll all make sense later. I promise. Next chapter will be
longer, and better. I promise. Oh, and the summary will make sense
eventually...
Isaac: ::holds up a sign that says "SURE it will"::
Well, R&R, or you'll never hear from me again!