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Not So Cliché: Three Evils
Aiste Svetlana Lindblom-Kiriyama
14.7.1987-19.5.01
The light in this dark world
The circumstances surrounding her death are unknown to all but one Emily-Sabine "Emine" Ataviado.
Aiste and Emine were never on good terms. Their only link to each other was Cade.
January 31st 1994: Jameson Ruger (Junior Campus), Belmont, Sydney.
"Good morning class," a cloying voice rang through the room.
"Good morn-ing Ms. Cor-ruth-ers."
"We have a new student in our class. This is Aiste. She just came from Lithuania. I hope you all make her feel welcome here as she doesn't speak much English-"
"I speak English reasonably well, thank you," a curt, accented voice interrupted.
"Well, go sit down at that table with Emily-Sabine and Cadence," the teacher indicated a round table and two girls; one was slumped over playing with Beavis and Butthead dolls and the other was sitting up straight, obedient as a dog.
Aiste walked over to the table and sat down.
"I am Cornholio. I need TP for my bunghooooooole. You must feed the almighty bunghole. The almighty bungholiooooooo," the girl with the dolls was muttering.
"Hi," she said quietly to the pre-occupied black-haired girl, offering her hand and hiding her frown with a forced, albeit hopeful smile.
"Hhunh?"
the not-so-puffy-haired one grunted. Aiste was taken aback by the
girl's disrespect to her friendly gesture. Her face fell and resumed its stuck-up look.
But then…
"Hi, I'm Cadence Gottlieb. Call me Cade," a genial blonde girl reached over shook her hand firmly.
She grinned. Aiste beamed.
"This ill-begotten, moronic dummkopf," she pointed at the sprawled figure in the middle, "is Emine."
Aiste chuckled.
"Do
you mind?" dumb-head grumbled. The duo then segued into a bickering
match on a steady crescendo and started smacking each other.
"Girls!" came the shrill notes of Ms. Corruthers' voice, "we're going to go around the room and say what we did during our holidays…"
7 years later, Waverton Bay Cemetery
As she gave a silent blessing, Cade quietly begged that it'll wake up and tell her the death was a joke. An elaborate prank that it pulled; she always had a macabre sense of humour. They'll just laugh it off the next day and they'll get on with their lives. She'll forgive it for grief it caused.
Its eyes suddenly blink, and it yells "BOO!" It laughs warmheartedly.
Cade felt relieved. It was just as she thought.
It jumped out of the casket and took her hands. The music changed to "Cassiopeia" by Coheed and Cambria, its favourite song. They danced around. Time slowed.
Cade looked at Emine sitting the back row, in the far left corner.
Emine looked back at her, smiling beatifically. She wore bright colours.
Cade looked back at the casket. It doesn't stir. Portishead continued.
Not Entirely Cliché but subject to revision: Part II
The beast stopped struggling. Its profane call reverberated throughout the dungeons.
The orc sentinels gulped in fear. They felt slightly relieved when a large orc and Saruman the White appeared around the corner.
"Release her," said the Istari.
The sentinels opened the door and approached the beast with caution. As one began to unbolt the chain from the wall, the beast latched its jaw onto the orc's throat and ripped it off to the spine. The other orc scrambled behind Saruman to escape the gnashing jaws.
As Saruman approached the beast, it cowered against the wall and stared almost defiantly at the wizard- only to be struck in the face by his staff, cracking bone.
"Don't waste your energy," he spat, "I have a present for you."
The beast snarled and returned to chewing the body the half-beheaded orc. It got rewarded with another blow, and it whimpered like a dog.
The beast grovelled at the wizard's feet in submission and yelped when the large orc tugged at the chain around her neck.
"Stop. I want her… lively. Come." Saruman commanded.
The beast crawled up many flights of stairs until they reached their destination: a circular, subfusc room.
The orc shoved her in the room and slammed the large doors shut.
A body was lying in the middle of the room. It wore a grey robe, had long hair and a beard in a lighter shade. Both were riddled with white strands. A twisted, wooden staff was next to it.
The beast scuttled near the body and gave it a quick sniff, only to jump back in disgust.
Its face was lined and wrinkled, like an old man's. This body was that of an old man.
The old man's eyes flickered open, and the beast didn't know what was happening until it hit the wall.
At first the beast's face held a startled look of hurt until it realised what the old man was trying to do.
It wouldn't let him.
It pinned the man to ground and began to maul him quite thoroughly.
Soon, he was nothing but a bloody mess.
This chapter is subject to change. This story is actually a creative writing exercise for me; so all the chapters will be tweaked with quite a bit.
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