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Bloodsong: Awakening, Chapter 1This story may contain adult content. |
| Written by jake | |
| Wednesday, 16 July 2008 | |
This will be only 3 parts. I hope you enjoy. >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> The van rushed down the road, trees on either side of the two-lane road. It was a small back road, and barely had any other cars. Five children sat in the back of the van, their positions varying. Jean, a young girl with curly blond hair, hummed a lullaby. The other children made such a racket, the woman driving the car, had to turn her head around. "Shhhhhh... why can't you all be as quite as Jean, now hush up, we are almost there!" The woman was her mother. She had taught her the lullaby she was humming. It was something her mother had taught her to do when she was scared, overwhelmed, or mad. It was hush little baby, don't you cry. Her older sister, Haley, turned around in her seat to talk to her. "What are you doing?" she said mockingly. "Humming..." "Humming what?" "Hush little baby, don't you cry." "Why are you doing that?" "Momma told me to do it if I felt to nervous, or if things got to loud, so I wouldn't have one of my anxiety attacks... she said it helps..." Haley rolled her eyes and turned back around. Things grew louder, and her mother had a hard time concentrating. Close ahead was a mile 42 mark. A crow, of massive size, hit the windshield. The children all jumped and yelled. She couldn't help but swerve, and go off the road. The car tumbled, and when it ceased movement, it was rubble. There were four funerals that month. Only Haley and Jean had survived. It was an event that would traumatize Jean for her entire life. <<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<< She looked at the body, and frowned, twirling her curly blond hair. She looked towards the door of the victim's house, which was wide open. On the back of the door, which she could barely see, was a blood written X. A small, cherub faced man tapped her shoulder. She looked at the body one more time, the man's head bald, a bloody wound spread across his skull, and turned around. "What took you so long?" he asked, "we were about to send the body to the morgue." "Sorry, I...uh... took the long way..." she answered. "I know it still haunts you, but you have to get over it. Being afraid of a ******* mile marker is insane!" "I know, but in the past I've tried to go on it, to ride that mile... but my mind always floods with the scenes of the crash, and I just break down..." "Well, you better make up for being late..." he said. She smiled and lifted up a small bag, it contents: a bloody flab of skin, with brown hair sprouting from it. "I found the scalp," she said. His eyes held a half scrutinizing, and a half laughing stare. "Lets get this body to the morgue," he said, and she followed him out of the house. .......................................................................................................................................... Cole was in a dark room, it looked similar to an abandoned storage room, a single beam of moonlight lighting the dim room. An oak table was the only furniture in the room. On it was, a laptop, a glass cup, and a bottle of scotch. He typed on the computer, and lit up a cigar. A groan pierced the silence of the room. It was a woman. She was nude, hanging in the middle of the room by two shackles around her wrists. Cole walked up to her, and stared her in the eyes. He took a long draw of his cigar, the tip glowing bright orange. He blew a cloud of smoke in her face, and she wheezed, then coughed. "Jean will catch you, a-and you will rot in jail..." she gasped. Cole laughed, and it was unsettled her more than just a bit. He forced the cigar into her right eye. She screamed and wailed. "Don't worry, my dear, I'm planning on it..." " I have a great test for your sister, life or death... that is for you... and her..." "I know your sisters fears... oh yes... and trust me, love... I know just how to direct them..." He pointed to the laptop. On the screen a woman with curly blond hair was working around her kitchen.Copyright 2008 jake |
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