Here's chapter 2 and I would like to thank my friend Pete for helping because he's doing half of
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Flying Through
Matt's pov
The screams…If I remember anything, it's the screams. I count the time since that day, five
Years, seven mouths, twelve days. Yet for some reason, time doesn't matter…It's as if it just
Happened, the memories still fresh in my mind, yet that's it, before that… nothing. Now I sit, the
Rain slowly stopping as the sun rises on a new day…
He stepped out of the tavern, the sun's first light being trapped in the dew and the mist of the
Landscapes, turning it to gold, Yet to his sightless, ice colored eyes; this is nothing, his mind picking up the image sharper than any eye. The ability had been his for some time now. allowing him at times to see through behind objects, or if not "see" them, "sense" them. He stepped form the intoxicated room and looked about, clad in a thick brown cloak concealing his form underneath
As he closed the door. With his hood down, he walked to the garage, his long thick messy blonde hair, pulled back into a pony tail and falling the mid of his back, his young face, pale against the untamed tuffs handing in his face, his red head band keeping it from his eyes.
He stepped into the garage; his heavy, steel plated boots slamming to the floor with each step as he neared the old red motorcycle, grabbing it's wheeling the vehicle out into the lot. He straddled it stared it up, and rode it out.
He moved quietly through the forest trees and shrubs passing in an instant as he sped down the narrowing path. Soon he was riding through the forest itself, still building speed the loud roar of the engine was of no consiquence to him as he sped onward, kicking up dust and debris behind him as he focused on getting away…. Away from the tavern … away from the years… away from the past he could not even remember, yet haunted his mind and dreams, a dark secret he could not and would not face. Even now he felt the dark red eyes on him watching from every shadow as he continued onward.
He'd rode for most of the morning his hair well windblown as he began to slow. He looked around cautiously. Still feeling as if he was being watched when suddenly, a wold lunged forth from the shadows.
The huge beast knocked the boy to the ground and pinned him as it tried to bite his shoulder, finding it hard to chew as it broke a fang on the pommel of the sword. He'd known it to be a Vary at first sight, and smirked as it reared back in pain.
"Don't like the taste of steel, Fido?" he growled mockingly as he kicked the beast from atop him, slamming it back first. Into a tree as he vaulted to his feet, his gloved hand reaching into his cloak, produces a4mm pistol in a flash, and with several squeezes of he trigger, three rounds are sent flying, each smashing into he demons skull, the treated silver, bullets burning into it's mutilated head. The beast's body disappears in a cloud of smoke and ash, the scent of burning flesh clinging in the air.
The boy pushed himself to his feet and dusted himself off, walking over to the small pile of fur and gore, reaching into it and pulling out a black gem. "No coming back for you, Scooby shit end" He smirked as he crushed the stone, black power glittering into the breeze. He then climbed back onto the bike and sped down the path again moving faster and faster until, all of a suddenly a young fawn ran into the path. Reacting quicker than thought, he hit the breaks, the cycle taking to the air and flipping into a tree, the engine dying as the bot is sent through the air and slamming into a tree back first, falling to the ground on his shoulder, barely conscious…
The end of chapter 2… is Matt ok… Is the fawn hurt, and will I have a chapter 3 soon all this and more coming up. Please review…