Haaalooooooooo! Shaman Wolff ish HAPPY! She got 4 WHOLE REVIEWS on ONE chapter! dancing That's more then I've gotten for some stories altogether! YAAAAAAAY!
Anyway, to ANSWER MY FOOOOOOOOOURREVIEWS!
Jello-is-evil: I like your SN. Anyway, this will be a series of stories. And you think this has potential! oO I might suggest you get your brain inspected, but THANKS!
White Spirit Angel: Glad to know that this is loved! I like it too. This story is going to be continued, as you can see if you read this. Even I'm not that mean. Thirteen Ghosts? Wanna see that soooooo bad, but parental units say no. These are the bitbeasts, not the bladers. And I'm continuing!
Lovelykaedeinufan: Your SN is confusing to type…this scared you? Wow…I'm disturbed…I SCARED SOMEONE! cackle Okay…I'm normal, honest.
Bibbs: Eh, thanks, I think. I'm glad you like it. And just for curiosity's sake, if you didn't like the topic, why read it:P I kid, I kid.
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Shawn's story is possibly the strangest I've ever heard of, and I've dealt with all manner of beings. While most people strive for love and acceptance, he tried to distance himself from it, and chose death over them both. Quite interesting how fickle humans can be, isn't it?
Jonathan Cavadger
"Shawn dear, please come inside! You'll catch your death of cold in this wind!" Shawn turned to his mother, long black hair flying about his face in the strong, refreshing gusts.
"Mother, please, just a few more minutes. I want to see it rain." He said, deep voice soft and gentle. His mother sighed and looked to the oncoming storm clouds, hands twisting nervously in the soft cotton of her apron.
"A minute more, and no longer! You may watch it from inside after that." Shawn smiled to her, and she finally understood why all the girls threw themselves at his feet. She would never understand, however, why he chose solitude over their love.
As the short time of sixty seconds ran out, Shawn obediently stood up, dusted himself off, straightened his jacket and walked into the house. With another smile to his mother, a soft pat on his younger sister's head and a gentle punch to his brother's shoulder, he walked down the hall to his room to watch the drops falling in their heavy sheets around him.
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Shawn found himself walking to the store one day to get…something for his mother. He forgot halfway into town, but he figured he'd remember by the time he got there. He didn't want to trouble his mother, after all.
He was whistling a jaunty little tune when something caught his eye. A man was curled up by the side of the road. He wore ratty clothes, like a peddler or tinker, but he carried no pack. Shawn was torn between making sure he was alright and hurrying into town. Something wasn't quite right about this man…
Finally deciding to just make sure he wasn't dead, he slowly walked over to the man and placed a gentle hand on his shoulder. The man wasn't warm, but Shawn could, oddly enough, feel the blood rushing through his veins.
"Okay, you're alive, just sleeping…" he mumbled, slowly backing away. He suddenly found a long fingered hand twined around his ankle, making him stumble and fall. The grip was amazingly strong, but what truly made him cry out was the mans face. Half human and normal enough skin, but the other half…
"A skeleton! A demon is after me! Be away with you!" he screamed, making a cross with his fingers and holding it to his chest, eyes wide in fear. The man let out a laugh that sounded like nails scraping along a chalkboard as he got up and dusted himself off.
"I'll be seeing you tonight, Mister Cassidy." Was all he said as he walked off. Shawn was shaking, but he pushed himself up as best he could and managed to make it into town without tripping too many times on his weak ankles.
Well, I suppose I did scare him a bit, but that's common with most people I'm just meeting. Wouldn't you run and scream if you found a man with half his face a skull staring you down? I have no mirrors in my castle for just this reason. Yes, it's true, I scare myself.
Jonathan Cavadger