Twisted Thoughts
Part 1
Chapter 1
A string of curses was heard as a chocolate brown-haired girl stared at a glowing screen, displaying a writing program, 'Microsoft Word'. She stared at it intently her green hazel eyes flashing in annoyance. Her cotton candy pink lips thinned into a straight line. Her right hand groped for her pencil not once tearing her eyes from the screen.
She growled in annoyance, sounding almost feral as she stuck the eraser end of her pencil in her mouth and chewed, a bad habit she learned as a child. The glowing screen in the dark room, which she dubbed the dungeon, illuminated her face. For the room was dressed in blacks and reds and even a splash of silver on the walls.
Her room contained a computer sitting on a desk, a TV stand with a set up of a TV, VCR and a Play Station 2 she rarely used. A black and red bed sat in the far corner in the room looking neat and tidy. Not one pillow was out of place, its linen smooth and crisp looking. Next to it was a standing stylish metal track light lamp.
A mask sat on one of the lamp, its eerily eyes illuminated by the blue-whitish glowing in the front of the room. A small bookshelf stood next to the light. It was full of notebooks, trophies, knickknacks, and a small alarm clock. A simple small couch sat next to it. It was a repulsing color of brown, but it stood proud with a red chenille throw on it. Noise, which could be mistaken for music, played from a stereo system.
The chocolate-haired girl hummed along with her favorite song, 'Paper Cut' by Linkin Park. She stared at the screen still leaning back in her simple black computer chair. She thoughtfully took out her pencil and waved it in the air in a simple fashion. Finally she set down her pencil on the wood desk and brought her hand to her face, which she dragged down. Whilst doing that a look of fiery frustration crossed her face. She cursed and continued ranting.
"Dang it, why the hell can't I write a simple Lord of the Rings fan fic? I can't write a damn Mary-sue! Why are they so pure!? I mean what girl is that damn perfect," she continued to rant. Suddenly she looked at her watch. "Damn, I have to take a shower," she walked out of the room quickly.
A half an hour later she walked in the room, dressed only in a towel. She scowled as she went over to her wood dresser and grabbed a pair of underwear. She grabbed a roll of bandages; she was known to wear them instead of a bra for several reasons. She often told her parents that they were more supportive and they covered more, which made her father happy as far as he was concern about his children, and the skimpy clothing most girls wore at her age. Her mother on the other hand was unconvinced so she simply said that if anyone were to try to rape her, they would have one hell of a time. Her mother would then scowl and leave her bedroom ranting that she was so morbid and dark, which she wasn't bothered by in the least bit, because it was true.
She mechanically wrapped them around her snuggly till they covered her breasts and 3 inches below them. She grabbed several small hooks and clipped the bandage off. She grabbed a black tank top and a pair of black leather shorts and slipped them on. She then put on black fingerless gloves, which had a silver star between each knuckle. She frowned as she grabbed her black boots with black straps and silver buckles. She put the boots on her socked feet while jumping around. Looking at her reflection in a long thin mirror she shrugged.
"Might as well go with the whole outfit. It may help get ideas flowing," she said with a sigh as she grabbed two 10-inch daggers and put them in her knee high boots. Then she grabbed a simple cotton jacket and pulled it on, it was kind of cold out side. She pulled her silver fox from her dresser a slipped it over her head. Its small, jeweled eyes were hazel colored, just like her eyes.
She dropped into her seat and stared at her computer intently, still nothing came to mind. Taking a deep breath the girl minimized the typing program and opened her e-mail. There was 1 new message. She clicked on it and it opened. It read:
Hi Shadow!
What's up? Not too much here. How's that story coming? Remember to send it to me when you're done with it. You may be able to spell better than me, but your grammar is horrible! ^_^ So, anything else I should know about? The Mad Hatter is going to organize a hunt in the Graveyard this weekend, you coming? I'll see you tomorrow!
Kat ~
Shadow laughed, her mood lightened. 'The Graveyard', as their spot was so fondly named, as a small wood not fair from the place Kat, Shadow, and 'The Mad Hatter' lived. The Mad Hatter was a pet name for Kat and Shadow's best friend Matt. A 'hunt' was a wild game tag like game they played every so often just to get away from the world.
Returning back to the blank Microsoft Word page, Shadow became frustrated again. "Nothing, absolutely NOTHING!" she growled, hitting the computer screen hard. A flash illuminated the room signaling lightning exactly as she hit it the screen. Electricity coursed through her body as her vision blurred with tears of pain. She dared not scream, so she bit her lip, soon the taste of metallic and salt into her taste buds. After what seemed forever filled with pain, her world turned into oblivion.
Chapter 2"Shadow! Shadow, wake up!" a voice said urgently.
"Go way Kat. I'm tryin' to sleep," said Shadow, turning over and snuggling back into a ball.
"Shadow, if you don't wake up this minute I'm going to dump you in the river," Kat said threateningly. Shadow groaned but sat up sitting Indian style.
"What the hell?" she asked, taking in her surroundings. She wasn't in the Dungeon like she had expected to be. Instead she was lying in a small clearing not far from a river. "Kat, what's going on?" Shadow asked getting to her feet.
"I was hoping you knew. Are you armed?" Kat asked. Kat, unlike Shadow, had a fairly broad, but feminine build, where Shadow was lean. Like Shadow she had dark brown hair, but her eyes were dark green, sparkling like emeralds in the mid-afternoon light.
"When am I not? What about you?" asked Shadow.
"Of course," said Kat. Shadow had expected that. Kat only went to school unarmed, and even then no one but Kat could be sure of that. Shadow had seen Kat produced knives out of thin air on more than one occasion as well. "Keep your ears open. I have a feeling we aren't in Florida anymore," said Kat.
"Where the hell are we?" Shadow asked. As much as she hated to depend on Kat for information, Kat had been up longer and had time to survey the area. Kat was about to answer when a loud growl reached their ears. Standing at the top of a hill near the clearing was one of the ugliest creatures Shadow had ever seen. It looked like a cross between a human, a gorilla and a slug. "Kat is my mind screwing with me or is that a freaking Orc?"
"Your mind isn't screwing with you. Damn I hate these stupid things," said Kat, pulling a very sharp Dagger out from under her shirt. Unlike Shadow's Daggers, this Dagger was more like 24 inches long, and had a Katana shaped blade. Kat pushed a small button on the hilt and the single Dagger broke into two blades.
"You are defiantly backwards, Kat," said Shadow. Kat had a long history of coming up with the strangest and weirdest weapons, from the strangest places.
"Thank you. Ready to have a good hunt?" Kat asked as several more Orcs showed up at the top of the hill.
Shadow got a creepy sadistic look in her eyes, as they turned yellow with demonic blood lust. "Always."
"Good," said Kat. With that a group of about 30 Orcs charged at them, howling and snarling. Shadow took out 3 Orcs with no problem, but the handles of her daggers were quickly becoming slippery with the Orcs slimy black blood. Looking up Shadow saw that Kat was hacking away at several Orcs with her strange blades. That quick glance however, caused on of the Orcs to knock one of her Daggers out of her hand and cut her arm. Blood flowed freely from the open cut.
"Shadow! Catch!" yelled Kat, having seen Shadow loose her blade. Shadow caught it and started hacking away at Orcs again. However, Kat was now at a disadvantage, because she was used to using two blades, not one. There were only about 15 Orcs left now, but both girls were starting to tire. Like Shadow, Kat's lethargy while watching out for her friend caused her to loose her Dagger. Another Orc came up behind Kat and struck down on her back, leaving a deep wound across her shoulder blade, then in the stomach.
Kat thanked whatever gods she knew that the blades were blunt otherwise she'd have been cut in half. As it was, Kat had barley managed to take the blade in such a way it would only cause a few broken ribs. Taking a small chance Kat dropped down and kicked the Orc's feet out from under it. It worked but another Orc, seeing the threat Kat posed, picked her up by her throat and pinned her to a tree.
Kat coughed and sputtered as her airway was cut off, and Shadow noticed. Kat threw her a look that clearly said, "Keep fighting!" Shadow was about ready to drop and Kat was about ready to pass out from lack of oxygen when the sound of an arrow whizzed through the air. It connected with the Orc that was strangling Kat, and she dropped to the ground gasping for air as the Orc fell dead. There were about 10 Orcs left and Kat wasted no time in picking her sword from where it fell, and going to help Shadow.
"It's about friggin time," Shadow grunted, using the blade like a baseball bat and cutting off an Orc's head.
"Sorry, I was a bit choked up," said Kat.
Shadow snorted and took off another head. "You know, I think I could get use to this place, especially the blood…" Shadow said.
"It's all fun and games till someone gets hurt," said Kat stabbing another Orc in the heart. Several more arrows whizzed by and 3 of the 7 Orcs left fell. "Then its hilarious…Oh, look, bunch of sissy heroes decide to show up now, as we start taking out the last 10," said Kat sarcastically.
"It's the way of men," Shadow commented with a snort. Shadow took off the head of 3 more Orcs, and Kat killed the last. "And enter Elves, stage right," she muttered under her breath.
"Are you hurt at all?" Kat asked.
"No, if I was would I tell you anyways? It looks like you took a nasty hit, you okay?"
"I'm fine. You know me, teacher drops a 20 pound hard weight on my finger and I don't flinch," said Kat. Shadow chuckled darkly at that memory. Kat may not have flinched but that didn't stop her from cussing the teacher out so bad she cried.
"I still think you should feel some guilt over making that teacher cry, but then you wouldn't be you, would you?" asked Shadow putting her two cense in.
"Maybe, maybe not," said Kat. She may not have said it allowed, but Shadow knew that Kat was hurting pretty bad. A little known fact about the two of them was that Kat was Shadow's third cousin on Shadow's mum's side, making them really close. Kat started moodily counting down under her breath, and when she reached one a voice nearly made Shadow jump and scream. She was a bit paranoid and jumpy
"Are you well?" a man asked. Oops, sorry, an Elf asked.
"Peachy," said Kat. Shadow flinched. Kat only got mean when she didn't feel good or was in pain. Ignoring Kat's aggressiveness Shadow inspected the Elf. He had long, straight dark-brown hair and blue eyes. His body was lean much like her own, but this elf had lots of muscle.
He raised his eyebrow in bewilderment at Kat's words. "Ignore her. She'd not very pleasant after being wounded. May I ask your name?" Shadow asked as courteously as she could. 'No need to piss these people off and leave us for the Orcs,' she thought. As she gave a small smile…she normally didn't smile…but hell she needed to get help for her cousin.
"Elrohir of Imladris. May I ask your name?" Elrohir asked.
"Shadow. The girl with the temper is my cousin Kat," said Shadow. Elrohir looked at her funny when she said her name, but didn't comment. Shadow heard another growl in the distance.
"I think it's time to leave," said Kat picking up her sword and Shadow's two daggers. She looked a little wobbly on her feet, but Shadow didn't comment. Elrohir, however, wasn't as smart.
"Are you okay Lady Kat? Were you injured?" Elrohir asked.
"Tis nothing I can't handle. I'd be more worried about that other group of Orcs coming this way. Sounds like another group about the size of this one," said Kay, pointing to the 30 or so Orcs that lay dead on the ground. Elrohir's eyes widened at the sight of all of the Orcs Kat and Shadow had killed together. Apparently his eyes had only centered on the small clearing and the 10 or so Orcs inside.
"Come Ladies. It is not wise to stay in a group of dead like this," said Elrohir.
"You're telling me," muttered Kat. Shadow barley stifled a chuckle. With Elrohir in the lead, the group of 3 walked out of the clearing and into the woods beyond.
Chapter 3After about 20 minutes of walking they arrived at a small camp. Inside were two other men, sorry again, Elves. One of them was a carbon copy of Elrohir, and the other was a longhaired blond with blue eyes and the same build as both other Elves. "Legolas! Elladan!" said Elrohir, drawing the Elves attention.
Upon seeing the blood covered girls, both holding weapons, Legolas and Elladan drew their own weapons. Feeling threatened Kat and Shadow assumed a fighting stance whist Shadow growled…again. "Stop!" yelled Elrohir stepping between them. "Legolas, Elladan, this is Lady Shadow," said Elrohir pointing to Shadow, "And Lady Kat."
Legolas eyed them suspiciously, but didn't say anything. Elladan, however, voiced his suspicions. "What are two young mortals doing in the forest outside Imladris? It is not a safe place to be," he said politely, but the meaning was there.
"We have just about as much idea as you pretty boy. Frankly I'm more worried about the other half of the Orc army," said Kat. Her jacket that was once tied around her waist she now wore, covering the very large gash on her back. Both Kat and Shadow had forgotten about it.
"Kat," Shadow warned. Kat nodded and sat on the ground, leaning against a tree, being careful of the large cut across her back and her ribs that she was now very aware of. "Excuse her. Normally she's the voice of reason, and I'm the pissy one, but not today it seems," said Shadow.
"It is alright so long as your cousin holds her tongue in the future," said Elrohir.
"I would love for you to say that to my face pretty boy," said Kat, still leaning against a tree with her eyes closed. Elrohir didn't act, he didn't have to, Elladan did for him. Elladan walked right up to Kat and pulled her to her feet by her arm. Elladan's tall frame towered over Kat's top height of 5'7" by at least another foot, but that didn't stop him from pulling his arm back and slapping her, hard.
Shadow growled in a feral manner and made to jump on Elladan, who was still holding Kay up by her arm, but Legolas grabbed her from behind. That didn't last long as Shadow kicked Legolas as hard as she could in his family jewels. Legolas fell to the ground in pain, and Shadow made to go help Kat again. Legolas however, seemed to have different ideas, as he grabbed Shadow's leg and knocked her down despite the pain he must have been in.
Not expecting to be grabbed again Shadow didn't have time to change the angle at which she fell, and ended up hitting her head on a rock, knocking her out cold. Kat, seeing her cousin drop to the ground, pulled the same maneuver on Elladan, but it didn't have the same effect. He didn't seem to be bothered by it, he just slapped her again, really hard.
'That's going to leave a mark,' Kat thought. She looked up at Elladan's face and saw he was nearly glowing with rage. Feeling a little pissed off as well Kat slapped him back. He looked shocked and he dropped her to the ground, much to his surprise she didn't get back up.