Soul Society 2:
Dear readers,
This is the second chapter of Soul Society. Please review (alert is fine too) so I know that I am liked by someone. Yes, I know I sound greedy but it's a writer's thing. Thank you and ENJOY!!
I walked up the stone path up onto the porch and hear the loud buzzing of the air conditioner turned on very high. Just as I expected, as I opened the front door, I was hit with a cold dusty smell. I literally felt the sweat freeze on my forehead. Without any sound, I walked up the spiraling staircase and into my room, overlooking the front of the house. I put down my backpack and sat down on the window seat. My room was decorated in pink. It's my favorite color, or should I say, I was told that it was my favorite color. At lease, my mother thought that I liked pink because I was a girl. Immediately, dread sank in my stomach as I thought about what Mother would say once she knew I had come home.
I waited quietly for the steps to be heard outside my room. I waited for my Mother to yell at me, glare at me until I felt utterly insignificant, until I can feel numb from hurt and anger. Oddly enough, ten minuets passed and I didn't hear anything. She was probably outside gardening or something. Or maybe at the other side of the house in the indoor pool or something. I took out my AP Biology homework, name the relationship of a prey and its predator, I chewed on my pencil almost unknowingly. I wrote down the answer in a neat script. I knew that if I didn't write it neatly, Father would make me write it over when he checks my homework every night. I looked at the door again, odd, I thought, Mother should be here by now. I sighed, anticipating the scolding I'll get soon.
My strawberry blond hair flew around my shoulders as a sudden breeze wisped past me. I took a sudden intake of breathe and held it as to prevent myself from screaming. Then I hear silence. It's one of those silence where it's so thick, you think you can almost hear it. Seriously, I couldn't hear the air conditioning, my body rhythm and I felt an involuntary shudder ripple past me. Suddenly, I felt something. Felt wasn't the right word to describe it, it was like playing a video game over and over again and on your last try, and you know where your enemy is. I felt it in the kitchen. A bitter taste exploded in my mouth and I knew something was wrong. I slowly put down my books and got up on my feet, debating whether or not call the cops or first go see what was wrong.
From downstairs, Mother's scream split the dense silence that seemed to condense in the air. I'm not sure if I heard anything at all. When you don't have another noise to compare it to, you don't really know whether it's loud or even if it's a sound. I put my hand on the doorknob, with the intention of turning it but fear formed a restraint on my body and I felt myself go numb all over. My stomach was doing the weird jumping thing as I finally got my hand to open the door. I started at the hall way I've seen for al my life. With so much fear, everything looked different. I walked slowly to the edge of the wide spiraling stairs and I hesitated and stared down. It was so clear, the evil leaking from the kitchen and the scream I thought I heard almost seemed impossible I the silence again.
I walked down the stairs slowly and I carefully landed on the first floor. I turned toward the direction of the kitchen and I can almost feel the energy giving of waves in there. One more steps, one more steps and I would reach the kitchen through the huge French door. I glimpse a black cloth like thing wail around as if it was dancing in the wind but that's all I see before my body freezes.
I tried moving my legs but neither worked. Smell of cherry blossom enveloped me and a huge gust of warm air surrounded me. It made me feel high almost. Feeling like I was floating and drugged fuzziness formed inside of me.
"Don't move." I thought heard a male whisper in my ear, but I can not comprehend because I was scared stiff. Distantly, I hear the clunk of hard metal against a ceramic or clay and then a tremendous release of energy wave. I tried focusing, but I was loosing concentration rapidly and it was all I could do to try to hang onto my slippinf consciousness.
Instead of trying to see what's going on, from the black wailing cloth I hear an inhumane scream. Scream of anguish, of anger and of damnation. A sound that not only will stick with me forever, but that will haunt me for as long as live. The evil charisma that I felt came rushing past me. It looked like black fire that enveloped me.
I thought I heard, "Damn" before the cherry blossom smell escaped me. I was wrapped in the evil now, and I felt its energy seeping inside me. The last thing I remember was a white mask of a human face shatter as it fell from the black fire and something hard forming around my face. Then I blacked out. But not before I heard the evil laughter and the scream of alarm of a human male voice. My last view that I remember was the cracking white mask and the blood red splatter from behind me that stained the cherry wood floor of my kitchen.