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Hello to any who actually have clicked on this. I am an old user, formally kiarados. I deactivated and deleted everything from that account and can't really remember how to get back in. I'm working on that. But in the mean time, I'm here. Don't get to attached to this either, I never finished the story there or here and I've consumed by Harry Potter as of late. I'm currently attempting to figure out how this site works as I have not been here in quite some time. So here's a blurb to help me with my testing as I try to remember what email I used for my old account. God I hate that I can't do indents in this, I hate the goofy double spaced paragraphs. Enjoy.
"Hey Courtney!" a small girl called. Her soft-red blond hair flew in her face as she ran toward a little house down the way. "Courtney! My dad almost finished the tree house, and then there's... there..." she panted as she reached the door which was slightly open.
"Courtney?" she felt a fear rise in her as a strange metallic scent filled her nose. "Are you there?" she questioned pushing the door open. The young girls eyes widened at the three people on the floor, covered in blood. She wanted to scream but it was caught in her throat.
She shook a little as she glanced around. Her eyes widened as they locked with her friend. "C-Courtney?" she quivered. Courtney was covered in blood, her hand hanging over the loft she used to sleep in. She could hear the drip, drip, drip, of blood from Courtney's fingers, forming a pool underneath the loft. The girl tore her eyes away from her friend and looked down at her feet. She froze as she realized she was standing in the pool of blood.
Her heartbeat out of control as she suddenly turned around; and ran toward the door, without taking her eyes off of the grotesque scene. She ran into someone making fall backwards into the crimson liquid.
"What have we here?" a male voice asked dripping with malice. She slowly turned her head toward the man, her eyes filled with fear as he hovered over her with a butcher knife in his hand covered with blood.
Blood began to rise, or so it seemed to the girl. It rose like a flood, up to her shoulders, to her neck, until she was completely engulfed in it like water. She struggled to breathe, to swim to the top but she couldn't reach it.
Mari sprang up where she had fallen asleep, breathing in sweet air. She was covered in a cold sweet. It was just a dream. Just that same dream again, she told herself as she tried to calm down. It took her a moment of figure out she had fallen asleep in a field about a mile from the dirt road.
The wind howled through the skeleton trees, making the leaves that were left on it rustle. The cold sweat that had formed on Mari's head caused her soft-red blond hair to stick to her face, and her breathing was still a bit unsteady. She could feel the blood draining from her body as the cool night air wiped across her skin, making her even colder...
"Stupid memories," she cursed throwing herself back onto the foot long grass that concealed her, she has always felt more comfortable when hidden in such grasses. Mari didn't want to go back to sleep. She didn't like to dream. Each one was a nightmare. Even if it started off normal, it always ended with her heart beating faster than she could breathe.
She looked at the moon, seeing it was high in the sky. Morning wouldn't come for another six hours or so, she knew it. So she closed her eyes hoping to have a dreamless sleep. But she was never one to get exactly what she wanted. She just wasn't lucky like that.
"Hey, Casey?" a little boy with chestnut colored hair asked a red-head, sitting next to him.
"What is it, Davy?" she answered; her bright blue eyes followed the clouds as they drifted by. The two were probably between six and seven, but it wasn't certain. David had short chestnut colored hair cut a little above his ears, giving him the real boyish look. His dark green eyes were brought out more against his pale skin. Casey had reddish brown hair, and lightly tanned colored skin. Her crystal clear blue eyes where like little pools on her face, lost in the wild hair on her head.
"What exactly is alchemy?"
"Alchemy – Noun. The science of transforming one matter into something else; to obtain something, something of equal value must be lost. This is the law of equivalent exchange."
"It seems complicated to me."
"It's really not. Do you want me to show you how it works?" Casey offered.
"Really? That would be great! I'm not that good at it, and don't know much, either."
"That's quite alright, come with me and I can show you all that my brother taught me..." Casey's voice faded and the scene slowly turned from a clear sunny day, to a dark and foggy night.
It was gloomy and though the sky was clear, a thick fog had descended quite suddenly. Thunder sounded, and lightly streaked the sky, but not a single drop of rain fell. Inside the center of a warehouse was an old-looking man standing in front of a chalked transmutation circle. In the circle was the form a human body; it looked like a woman. She was on her back, seemingly dead with her inner organs showing and her skin blanketed by a goo substance mixed with blood.
"I don't understand why it didn't work," the man said in a hushed whisper. "Maybe if I do it another way..." He went to a desk where there were books and papers spread all over. He was muttering to himself about theorems and other such nonsense. His eyes were clouded from his grief and failure. They color in them were almost lost, but still a faint color of green. His hair looked like a light grey brown. And though he seemed older, he was only in his mid-twenties.
The "lifeless" thing in the center of the transmutation circle had pale, ghost-like skin. She laid on the floor; not moving or breathing. Suddenly, it opened her eyes and sat up. She was filled with pain and tried not to move, but her efforts were useless. She went on her knees and tried to stand, only to fall back on her knees. It caused her great pain and she let out a blood curdling scream that echoed through the night...
