Hey guys whats up? Yes yes tis I the author. Now I know how I've probably said that I hate making these update chapter things mostly cause i feel they are cheap ways to boost traffic and stall for time. And most of the time they spell bad news for...well everyone cause some people don't read them or they assume the story is going on hiatus. ITS NOT I SWEAR! In fact its the opposite. The current chapter working title "Start the Show/Follow the Leader" Is over half complete.
The original plan was to have the chapter out in October or early November but my schedule didn't allot me much time at my keyboard along with NaNoWriMO and not being satisfied with what I was writing. So I guess the main point of this update is to let you my readers know that I am hard at work and hopefully will have the chapter out soon. I know the people I usually hold court with know all of this already but I just thought that you guys would like to know. (I also apologize for the rather short Q & A special I had more but I lost the original document and ended up posting what I could salvage so I'm probably gonna re upload that at some point.)
SO I think that you guys have heard me ramble like this enough so I think I'll give you guys a little treat. Another sneak peak at the beginning of the new arc. ENJOY and thank you for your patience.
How long? How long had he been running in this seemingly endless, deep, red almost black void? What was he running from? Was he even running away from something or was he trying to get somewhere?
However no matter how far he ran, Beo didn't feel like he was going anywhere. How did he even get here? Actually where was here? He stopped for a moment to try and see into the void.
He saw nothing. The air around him felt cold, while the ground beneath his bare feet felt warm and sticky. The stale taste of blood hung in the air, making it difficult to breathe while Beo fought the urge to continue running.
He tried once again to look out trying to find anything but his eyes were met with nothing but the swirling and shifting void. Slowly it became harder and harder to breath as his head began to spin and ache. Beo fell to his knees, clutching his head with one hand while the other held him up above the thick blackish muck.
His eyes opened slowly and saw something slowly appear as the shallow liquid settled. Slowly he saw the faint outline of a figure as it began to come into focus.
The first thing he noticed was its eyes. A gleaming and piercing red stared at him from beneath a pale white bone-like mask over its shadowy figure underneath the muck. The shadow didn't move. It just...stayed where it was. mirroring Beo's movements and position. neither one moving forward. When he moved his hand it did so to, when he tilted his head, the shadowed did the same.
Slowly the Beo began moving his hand down towards the shadowy reflection, curious as to what this creature was. It seemed eerily familiar despite the only solid detail about it being its eyes, it wasn't quite Grimm but it wasn't human either.
The shadow did the same slowly moving its hand to meet his on the other side of the mud. Its shadowy form flickering slightly as it moved closer. The gleaming red eyes watching him carefully from the other side.
Just as Beo's hand was about to meet the surface the shadow's hand shot up through the muck, its form flaring violently as a snarling mouth of teeth opened up where its jaw would be. Its shadowy claw-like hand latched onto Beo's wrist. Beo tried to rip his hand free of the shadow's vice like grip but the more he resisted the stronger the creature's grip became as it began pulling Beo down towards it.
Out of instinct Beo began to try and drive his free fist down into the shadows face, but was only met with whatever invisible force that was keeping them separated. Again and again he struck the sludge covered ground only to come to the same conclusion. The trapped hand met the ground and slowly began sinking beneath the surface, the sticky copper colored muck felt warm on Beo's hand has panic began to set in.
Beo reared his fist back in one more desperate attempt to do something, anything to escape. He slammed his fist down on the ground with every ounce of strength he could muster. The impact echoing and resounding through empty space.
And there was silence as the echo faded. Before a sudden and resounding CRACK broke the silence like a thousand mirrors shattering all at once. As fractures began to spread and radiate outwards from where Beo' fist made contact. A blinding white light began to shine through the cracks. The shadow flared once more as it tried pulling Beo through the cracked ground.
In the brief seconds since the initial breaks the ground suddenly shattered sending Beo into a head over heels free fall into the blinding light below.
Thanks again guys and as always feel free to leave a review or send me a message with any questions about anything.