Yehudis13
March 8th, 2012, 11:32 AM
[I]Heaven'sRainbow
Prologue
Something in the air kept me from sleeping. Maybe it was the foul taste of mold, lingering around me, or the howling of a strange dog, but something told me it wasn't right. I went outside to see what it was. I shouldn't have.
Chapter 1
I am writing this story from somewhere people like to call 'a better place'. Most commonly used when someone dies. They say, he/she went to a better place. They picture this place to be the other side where the grass is greener and there are pots of gold at the end of rainbows. They don't know what it's like up here until they come. Around me haunting creatures are beating our broken hearts, and penetrating even further than they already have, into the depths of our souls with their filthy fingernails. No decency to even use a knife. They chop us up with their bare hands.
You are probably wondering how I got here, remember the prologue? Well, let's continue from there.
[FONT="Comic Sans MS"][FONT="Trebuchet MS"]I felt a moist warmth on my neck, causing shivers to roll down my back with incredible ease. I heard dogs howling into space, staring at the heavens, wondering if the clouds would respond. I got up from my bed, and the creaking of my own footsteps left me in [I]pure terror. I slowly slung my robe around my shoulders, causing an ounce of warmth to slither its way in. The moon looked like an orb of mystery, and my eyes drifted off for a moment. I snapped back onto focus, causing myself to trip. There was definitely a noise coming from the downstairs. A noise that sounded like footsteps, but the footsteps were inhumanely. I walked down the stairs cautiously, but there wasn't anyone there. I walked to the porch and I saw the back of a head. I couldn't tell if it was a human head. I slowly walked outside, and regretted the decision. It was too late to turn back.
The figure turned around, and I felt paralyzed for a moment. The face resembled a god I had once read about, imagining it to be only a fantasy. This god, he wasn't a good god, in fact he was the god of death. The creature, dug out a cross with edges like a sword, and sent it hurling at me. I tried to scream, but they were cut off by the bleeding in my heart. My last words were, 'you will never see the light of day ever again, when I'm through with you.'
Now the question I know you are dying to know an answer to is this. Where is your murderer now? My murderer can hide from death. He is not the god of death, for I have seen him, but he is the son. A rebellious son, who is able to hide from his father. I shriek whenever I hear this son of a god's name. Io will write it, but it should never be repeated. His name is Dàgger. It's a French name. My empty heart is weeping right now. I can't bear to think of the wretched name.
I am hiding in a corner now. Blocking out the sounds of the screaming souls, and demented howls of laughter emitting from the beaters. I know I'm going to have to go soon, and have my fair share of bruises, but now, I'm going to write the story about how I captured Dàgger, or not.
I felt my body closing on me. The cross piercing my heart, causing the most fearful, painful scream to emit from my mouth. My life flashed before my eyes. A girl with a life and dreams. Now on her deathbed for no reason. Minutes before I died, I realized he was killing me just because I saw him. But why was he on my porch in the first place? I grabbed the muscular arm and whispered in his ear, 'you will never see the light of day ever again when I'm through with you.'
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Prologue
Something in the air kept me from sleeping. Maybe it was the foul taste of mold, lingering around me, or the howling of a strange dog, but something told me it wasn't right. I went outside to see what it was. I shouldn't have.
Chapter 1
I am writing this story from somewhere people like to call 'a better place'. Most commonly used when someone dies. They say, he/she went to a better place. They picture this place to be the other side where the grass is greener and there are pots of gold at the end of rainbows. They don't know what it's like up here until they come. Around me haunting creatures are beating our broken hearts, and penetrating even further than they already have, into the depths of our souls with their filthy fingernails. No decency to even use a knife. They chop us up with their bare hands.
You are probably wondering how I got here, remember the prologue? Well, let's continue from there.
[FONT="Comic Sans MS"][FONT="Trebuchet MS"]I felt a moist warmth on my neck, causing shivers to roll down my back with incredible ease. I heard dogs howling into space, staring at the heavens, wondering if the clouds would respond. I got up from my bed, and the creaking of my own footsteps left me in [I]pure terror. I slowly slung my robe around my shoulders, causing an ounce of warmth to slither its way in. The moon looked like an orb of mystery, and my eyes drifted off for a moment. I snapped back onto focus, causing myself to trip. There was definitely a noise coming from the downstairs. A noise that sounded like footsteps, but the footsteps were inhumanely. I walked down the stairs cautiously, but there wasn't anyone there. I walked to the porch and I saw the back of a head. I couldn't tell if it was a human head. I slowly walked outside, and regretted the decision. It was too late to turn back.
The figure turned around, and I felt paralyzed for a moment. The face resembled a god I had once read about, imagining it to be only a fantasy. This god, he wasn't a good god, in fact he was the god of death. The creature, dug out a cross with edges like a sword, and sent it hurling at me. I tried to scream, but they were cut off by the bleeding in my heart. My last words were, 'you will never see the light of day ever again, when I'm through with you.'
Now the question I know you are dying to know an answer to is this. Where is your murderer now? My murderer can hide from death. He is not the god of death, for I have seen him, but he is the son. A rebellious son, who is able to hide from his father. I shriek whenever I hear this son of a god's name. Io will write it, but it should never be repeated. His name is Dàgger. It's a French name. My empty heart is weeping right now. I can't bear to think of the wretched name.
I am hiding in a corner now. Blocking out the sounds of the screaming souls, and demented howls of laughter emitting from the beaters. I know I'm going to have to go soon, and have my fair share of bruises, but now, I'm going to write the story about how I captured Dàgger, or not.
I felt my body closing on me. The cross piercing my heart, causing the most fearful, painful scream to emit from my mouth. My life flashed before my eyes. A girl with a life and dreams. Now on her deathbed for no reason. Minutes before I died, I realized he was killing me just because I saw him. But why was he on my porch in the first place? I grabbed the muscular arm and whispered in his ear, 'you will never see the light of day ever again when I'm through with you.'
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