OKAY. So I know that my updating has been crappy recently, so I decided I need to change my updating schedule thingy. For now on, I am aiming to update EVERY WEDNESDAY. That will (hopefully) get me back to making quality shtuff.
A bit on this chapter... Since I'm changing update times and making it a bit more solid, I decided I won't wait until NEXT Wednesday to update since I have like none of the next chapter done, because I've been working a bit on this. Its an in-between chapter, BUT IT IS VERY IMPORTANT! I put a lot of thought into this. I hope you like it. Pay attention to small details... I promise, they are there for a reason.
SammiRichGurl: Yes, yes, Doug is getting to be quite the odd ball... Thank you :D
PanicAtTheEpicness: Thank you haha :P HARRY POTTER WAS MY CHILDHOOD TOO. Omg. And I know, Doug is getting a bit... Interesting. And are you talking about the movie made like, 2004 or something? Because I watched that haha.
Xxnikkigirl123xX: Harry Potter is awesome. Enough said.
13sapphire13: Awwww, don't hit Doug with a truck D:
RedDeathLvr: Thank you! I put a lot of contemplation into their relationship, as well as Doug haha.
Maxine I love Erik: o.O OKAY THEN xD
Markis: Past the point of no return? :P
The sound of waves met Abigail's ears. She smiled; sea water sprayed her face. Her arms lifted to the breeze, letting her exposed skin feel the gentle mist surrounding her.
She opened her eyes. An ocean welcomed her.
She was standing on the shore, a few meters away from the brightest blue water she had ever seen. It was probably the only water she had seen, Abigail realized. A laugh escaped her lips as another gust of wind sent the cool mist flying through her long brown hair as it danced behind her.
Abigail looked down at herself. She was wearing a light weight white dress, stopping just above her knees in the front, but falling down to her feet from behind. Layers of silk flowed down from the material, emitting an almost angel-like feel. The back of the dress flowed in the wind behind her. She was not wearing any shoes; this prompted Abigail to dig her toes into the sand, amazed at this new texture. She was overjoyed.
Abigail noticed something on her hand. She was wearing a black ring. Tilting her head to the side, she examined it curiously. For some reason, this dark ring warmed her heart. She was glad it was there; if anything else was in its place, Abigail wasn't sure what she would do. She stroked it gently, and it began to vibrate. The ring began to send out small musical vibrations. The tune was familiar to her; she began to hum it under her breath as she walked closer to the water.
It was so large. Abigail felt so small next to it, this unyielding force of nature, this grand display of power. It felt as if she was walking towards a new world; a world where she did not belong. The ocean made her seem like an exotic beast as she stood next to it's aquatic beauty. Waves smashed into the ground, throwing white foam into the air; and then, rather quickly, the water rushed up to Abigail. She laughed as she imagined the water rushing up to her to say hello. Rather, the water cut through her, completely unphased by her presence.
Abigail looked out over the horizon as the waves engulfed her feet. The setting sun met her eyes. It was beautiful; orange, pink, yellow, and blue all met her sight in the most spectacular display of the rainbow. It seemed as if a picture had been painted across the sky. The sight took her breath away. She was smiling so much it hurt her cheeks, but Abigail simply could find no reason to frown.
Happiness was building up in her chest; she needed to release it. Abigail jumped through the water, kicking it around, not a care in the world. She laughed and danced by herself in the unending ocean, twirling and spinning like a mad man. Suddenly, her heart burst out into song as she danced,
But his voice filled me with a strange, sweet sound
In that night there was music in my mind
And through music, my heart began to soar!
Abigail held out the last note perfectly, slowly stopping her dance as she raised her hands to the sun. The beach was her stage, the sky her audience.
Bang.
Abigail jolted a little bit. She looked down. A red spot slowly began to form on her stomach. She was confused. Abigail turned around slowly, wondering what had happened.
She faced a man standing about fifty feet away. She couldn't tell who it was. He was covered in black.
The red spot grew larger, consuming her pure white dress. Suddenly, sadness filled her heart. Her smile faded.
The man was holding a silver gun. A bit of smoke was coming from the tip, the point still aimed at Abigail.
She held her chest, feeling weak. Her heart began to pound. She stumbled forward, falling to her knees a few feet away. Abigail cried out for help.
The ocean disappeared. Only sand surrounded her now.
The black creature did not move. It only watched in anger.
Abigail looked up at this man, this thing. She searched for some kind of explanation, some sort of reasoning, but found nothing. All she saw was his eyes, filled with hurt and anger, staring directly into her own.
He pocketed the gun and began to walk over to her. Abigail reached out a bloody hand, desperate for him to save her.
Once he approached, the creature kicked her shoulder with a grunt, throwing her broken form onto her back. She cried out as she hit the sand.
The sun set. Nighttime consumed the sky.
"Help me." She gasped, "Please…"
The man's face engulfed her vision. His face slowly became clear. Abigail's eyes widened.
She knew this man. He would help her.
She knew he would.
Abigail coughed up some blood, gasping for air.
Any minute now, he would save her.
But he simply glared at her, unmoving. A few tears formed in her eyes. Abigail did not want him to be upset. She hated it when he was mad. Had she done something wrong?
He turned to sand. The dust hovered in the air for a moment, creating a perfect statue of the man before blowing away with a burst of wind.
She wanted to jump in fright, but couldn't move. Her limbs refused to obey her brain. She was left there alone, staring up to the black sky, her dress sprayed out around her broken form.
The tears began to fall. She couldn't wipe them away.
A small twinkling sound caught her attention. Abigail looked to the sky, and saw that stars were beginning to appear in the shape of a piano. She tried to smile at the comforting sight, but found she couldn't.
Abigail?
She knew that voice. It sounded distant.
Oh, Abigail...
The piano in the sky began to play. The keys moved up and down by themselves, some unseen force performing for her. She had never heard it before, but oh, how she wished she had. The music brought her to tears. They began to pour down her face as she listened to the small rises, the grand falls; the sweeping holds and the tragic mood. Abigail felt her heart give a feeble attempt at soaring with the music, but it simply beat slower.
She could have laid there, forever alone, laying in a patch of bloody sand forever if someone told her she could listen to this musical tale forever. Abigail couldn't help but think how cruel it was that now, of all places, when she was abandoned, dying, and pleading up to the heavens for mercy, would be the time that she heard this song; this song that defined life.
Her breaths began to slow.
The music played on.
Abigail was suddenly afraid. Was this her dying gift from the heavens? Was she to disappear from life... forever? Where was she going? She prayed it would be better than here. It was so lonely. Her only friend was death's sweet embrace.
A familiar angel formed in the sky. He had been playing the starry piano all along.
Abigail slowly began to realize the truth. It made so much sense, Abigail realized. Everything made sense now. Her soul was clouded by life; only death could set her free. She was beyond repair.
Abigail surrendered what little light she had to this angel. She opened her heart to this new mystery, this new adventure.
The music calmed her soul.
And through music, my heart began to soar!
But… Her heart had stopped. Her tears; dried.
The heavens opened.
And the music faded away.
Erik filled his lungs with sweet, sweet air. It was the sweetest air he had ever breathed. The cleanest, purest oxygen he had even encountered. Nothing corrupted it; he was far, far away; farther than he, or anyone else, could possibly imagine he would go.
Erik was in a large, thick forest. All around him, greens and browns filled his sight. Birds sung, small animals danced about; he could almost feel the sense of purity that this area beheld. It was untouched by humans, unseen by someone of his nature.
It was perfect.
A river came into view. It was about ten feet wide and stretched for miles each way, farther than he could see. Erik maneuvered around the trees, trying to get a closer look. The closer he got, the fresher the water looked. Kneeling down at the edge, he looked down at his reflection.
A smiling, bright face met his eyes. He was whole. He was clean. He was beautiful.
Erik reached down and cupped some water in his hands. He noticed on his finger was a bright, white ring. A small twinge went through his heart, for reasons unknown to him. He splashed the clear water over his smooth, healthy skin, ignoring the odd feeling in his chest. It was quite refreshing. He shook his head, throwing loose water drops off his face.
Erik took a moment and looked down upon himself. He was wearing a loose, white shirt with a tan pull-string strung from the top to just below his pecks. His pants were brown, and he was wearing no shoes. He was quite comfortable.
Erik looked back down at the water. He watched his reflection, and his reflection watched him. He blinked. His reflection blinked. He waved. His reflection waved. He laughed.
His reflection did not laugh back.
This frightened Erik. He jumped up, looking around to see if anyone else had witnessed this absurd event. Erik looked back down at the water. No reflection looked back up at him. He backed away, a bit uneasy. Deciding to ignore it all, Erik moved on, walking beside this curious river.
As he went along, Erik observed the sky. No clouds hid the brilliant blue from his view. Only treetops corrupted the sight, and even they were quite a sight to look at.
Birds chirped.
Animals danced.
Not a single thing seemed out of place.
Except for his lack of reflection in the water.
But Erik chose to ignore this. How could he ruin this beautiful day with some silly unearthly event? Preposterous. Nothing would stand in his way! For today, he would be at peace at last, as he would be forever. What could ruin this day?Not some foolish uneasy thoughts, that's for sure.
Erik began to hum a small tune under his breath. He couldn't remember where he had heard it from, nor could he think of all of the phrases. Soon, he was singing to the heavens, driving the phrases to their limits with emotion; emotion that Erik was unsure of where it came from.
I've heard there was a secret chord
That David played, and it pleased the Lord
But you don't really care for music, do you?
It goes like this
The fourth, the fifth
The minor fall, the major lift
The baffled king composing Hallelujah
Hallelujah, Hallelujah
Hallelujah, Hallelujah
The song reminded him of something, or perhaps someone, but he couldn't quite place it. He moved on through the forest, walking through various trees. Erik slowly began to move away from the odd river, getting deeper and deeper into the forest.
Your faith was strong but you needed proof
You saw her bathing on the roof
Her beauty in the moonlight overthrew you
She tied you to a kitchen chair
She broke your throne, and she cut your hair
And from your lips she drew the Hallelujah
He felt it. His heart began to pound, his heart began to scream. He understood. Erik cried out the next few words with an undying passion,
Hallelujah, Hallelujah
Hallelujah, Hallelujah
Erik began to pant a little. He leaned against a tree, looking around him. Nothing seemed familiar, and yet, he seemed to know where he was going. Erik's feet walked on without his knowledge. He shrugged it off, and continued to sing his song with unyielding passion.
Baby I have been here before
I know this room, I've walked this floor
I used to live alone before I knew you.
I've seen your flag on the marble arch
Love is not a victory march
It's a cold and it's a broken Hallelujah
Hallelujah, Hallelujah
Hallelujah, Hallelujah
A few twigs snapped under his feet. Animals began to stare at him. A few deer stopped munching on the grass and peered over to this curious new creature. Squirrels stopped sprinting through the treetops, birds stopped singing. Everything was in awe at this new figure, and this spectacular sound emitting from it. Erik ignored it all, concentrating on his destination.
Maybe there's a God above
But all I've ever learned from love
Was how to shoot at someone who outdrew you
It's not a cry you can hear at night
It's not somebody who has seen the light
It's a cold and it's a broken Hallelujah
Hallelujah, Hallelujah
Hallelujah, Hallelujah
The trees began to thin. Erik noticed a small light emitting from a clearing in the distance. He picked up his pace, his head throbbing, his heart pounding. His desire to get there, to finally reach it, to be in the place he knew he should be, was overwhelming.
You say I took the name in vain
I don't even know the name
But if I did, well, really, what's it to you?
There's a blaze of light in every word
It doesn't matter which you heard
The holy or the broken Hallelujah
Hallelujah, Hallelujah
Hallelujah, Hallelujah
He paused at the edge of the tree line. There was a large open field standing before him. He saw a small figure standing in the middle of the clearing. His heart ached. It wore a white cape and hood, the hood covering the back of their head. But he knew who it was. His heart told him so. Erik moved forward, continuing his song, singing a bit softer as he approached the figure.
I did my best, it wasn't much
I couldn't feel, so I tried to touch
I've told the truth, I didn't come to fool you
And even though it all went wrong
I'll stand before the Lord of Song
With nothing on my tongue but Hallelujah
Erik was standing behind the person. He reached his hand out slowly, singing the rest of the Hallelujahs. Erik rested his hand on their shoulder. He turned them around slowly, wanting to take in the moment…
He almost yelled out in fear.
Nothing was there.
The white cape crumpled in his hands. He stood there in shock, holding the material in his hands. What was going on? What happened? Where was the one he was expecting? This was not right… Something was wrong…
Erik looked up. A man covered in black was standing where the one he was expecting should be. All that was exposed were his eyes… These terrible, terrible eyes.
They were insane.
Erik raised an eyebrow at this man. He was unsure as to why he was here, but it angered him that he was here instead of the one he expected. Erik opened his mouth, about to demand an explanation from this thing, when it held up a hand to silence him.
Slowly, the man took out a silver gun, hand still raised to Erik. He slowly loaded the gun in front of him, not taking his eyes off of him.
Erik watched him load the gun in silence. He knew what he was planning. For some reason, he did not care now that the one he was expecting was not here.
His heart began to pound for an entirely different reason.
The man raised the gun to Erik, aiming directly between his eyes. They stared at each other, both waiting for the other to make a move.
Bang.
Erik did not move. He felt warm fluid flowing down his nose, across his cheek, and off of his chin. It got heavier and heavier without any sign of stopping…. But he did not care. Nothing mattered now.
Erik turned from the man in disgust. He staggered forward, trying to get away from its cruelty. He should have known, should have known, should have known…
People… Evil… Horrible…
Flashes of his past flew before his eyes. People taunting him, mocking him… All of the hate in the world seemed to swarm his vision. It was disgusting to him.
He fell backwards to the ground. Erik stared up to the blue sky.
Oh, it was perfect.
Untouched by humanity.
If only everything was like this perfect, perfect place, Erik wondered. Imagine what the world would be like.
Clouds began to form in the sky. They swirled around, forming different shapes, until finally, they formed a woman. She smiled down at him warmly.
It was the one he was waiting for.
She laughed at him, waving from the safety above. The woman called to Erik, asking him to come to her.
Oh, how he wanted to. He just couldn't get up.
Suddenly, her form changed. It twirled and twirled and suddenly, the sky turned red.
An evil laugh came from the depths of the Earth. The clouds turned black, and formed into the shape of the Devil.
It stared down at him, mocking him from above. It laughed and laughed at him.
Erik desperately wanted the other person back. He tried to close his eyes to this hideous sight but found he could not. His eyes refused to obey him.
Kill it, kill it, kill it.
Anger swarmed within him. Why, why? What had he done?
Disgusting.
Anguish filled his heart. Where was the woman? He wanted her back. She cheered him up.
Look at it… Hahahaha!
Tears swarmed his eyes. He wanted to die. Anything but live through this.
But… He was dying, Erik realized. His heart had began to slow. His eyes began to close.
Slowly, very slowly, Erik's heart stopped.
He felt no fear. He embraced this darkness, this safety... this prison.
But he heard the mocking, the teasing, the hisses and screams; he witnessed the cruelty and the evil, the disgusting thing he considered humanity until the very end.
He died there, lying in his perfect little spot in the world.
Alone.
A man stood in a dark room. He was looking at everything, and yet, he looked at nothing. Above him was nothing; below, simply darkness. He felt the world around him, and yet, he comprehended none of it. The man couldn't even see himself in this gloom. He was invisible, unaware, unseen.
A small table appeared in front of him. It was brown, made of wood. Simple. The figure watched it curiously. He moved towards it slowly, slightly cautious of this new object in his desolate world.
The man approached it. Soon he found himself staring at the wooden surface. Slowly, an object began to form on the table. Piece by piece, a silver gun came into view. It was not unfamiliar to him. Memories began to swarm his brain. He reached for the gun.
Women crying, men yelling, children screaming… All of it filled his ears. The man yelled out in anguish, grabbing his ears, trying to keep out the noise. He collapsed to the ground in pain, all of the noise ringing in his ears.
Mercy, mercy!
Silence.
He gasped, the noise suddenly gone. The figure grabbed the small table and pulled himself up. He shook his head, trying to rid his mind of the terrible sounds. Another attempt was made for the gun. The screams came back. He grit his teeth, pushing on through the agonizingly horrid noise.
The man grabbed the gun, wrapping his unseen fingers around it's frame.
Silence. Eerie silence.
The man looked around the room. Still, he saw nothing. Looking back to the table, two small sparkles began to twinkle. The man raised an eyebrow. What on Earth was going on?
Slowly, the two sparkles took form. They began to glow brighter and brighter, until they burned with light. The man shielded his eyes; it was like staring into the sun.
With a flash, the light dimmed.
He looked back to the table. Two piles of glowing dust had formed, each in a neat little pile right next to the other. The man gazed at them for a moment. Did he want to touch them, to disturb them? Curiosity took over. He clutched the gun a bit tighter, leaned over, and blew the glowing dust into the darkness.
Two rings remained; one black, one white.
The gun began to vibrate. He looked down at it, a bit uneasy. He remembered something, some kind of distant truth…
Bang. Bang.
Shots echoed in his mind. The man blinked a few times, realization flowing through his brain. He quickly opened the gun, revealing the bullets.
Only one of them was missing.
His eyes widened
The gun turned to dust in his hand.
The room began to twirl. Wind picked up, dirt and soot began to form a tornado around him and the table. The rings began to jump up and down, banging and hitting the hard surface. A large vibrating sound filled his ears; he could hear the screams again, yelling out in pain. The man grabbed his head, begging it to stop,
To stop…
To stop…
Anger rose within him. WHY would they not STOP when he WANTED them too? He WANTED them to be SILENT. NOW.
The man quickly fixed the gun; he began to shoot it wildly into the tornado around him, screaming at the noise. The last bullet cut through the air around him.
The noise stopped.
The tornado vanished.
Only one ring remained. The man looked at it, examining the color. He picked it up, rolling it over his palm carefully.
Regret… Shame…
The floor opened up beneath him.
He fell, loosing grip of the gun and the ring. They began to fly around him as he fell, and fell, and fell…
The man tried to grab the ring, but couldn't. It slowly flew farther and farther away.
And he kept falling.
And falling.
And falling.
Into nothing.
Well? What did you think of this odd little chapter of mine? Again, it's a one time thing (unless you want another one, I mean, I guess I could) since I'm changing my updating times. It's just a bit of a hold over until the next chapter which I PROMISE WILL BE EPIC. PINKY PROMISE. Yeah.
Love you all! I'm outtie.