Reign of Darkness (complete)

I use way to many ellipses in this post to be grammatically correct/desirable, but oh well. I going for mood, really.

-Raven-

Men are deaf idiots. Didn't he hear me say, "No, I don't want to come with you"? Or at least, that's what I had tried to say, but I was cut off after "No". He led me outside by the hand. His really strong hand... It suddenly became one of those moments when you want to slap yourself, but only for a second. He led me to under a shady tree and searched my face. My eyes went to my feet. A cool, light breeze rustled the leaves and our hair.

You know how some people have a devil and an angel on their shoulders? Well, I kind of have a normal, average girl who isn't afraid of normal things but terrified of big things on one side. And on my other is this dark, shut out girl who is terrified of the little things in life that everyone goes through, and some even enjoy, while the big things are a piece of cake. I generally listen to the dark side, but once in a while... I mean, come on, I knew I, or at least my subconsciencious and powers, were trying to make this romantic. Not voluntarily, though.

I felt his gaze on me while I counted the missing rhinestones on my black flip-flops. How badly I wanted to run away, punch him in the nose, flat out tell him I hated him... but I couldn't. Why not? I could to anyone else. I could beat up the president if he got on my nerves. Or Superman. Or... anyone but the guy before me.

This was all fake. This wasn't how it was going to end up. I was just fooling myself. I knew how I ended up. Alone. Spencer wasn't in my picture. And I wasn't in his. This was just a waste of time!--

"Raven," he said quietly, but sternly, pushing the hair that always lay in front of my eyes behind my ear...


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I'm not going to go any further until you post for Spencer, LaReina!

Spencer

"Raven," His voice was stern - this girl had made him that way. A tough, and daring boy. Or as daring as he'd like to consider himself. Spencer, still holding onto her hand, grabbed her other, and clasped them in his, staring straight into her eyes, seeing his reflection back in her pupil. It was only for a moment, though, before Raven's eyes flicked away, and she was staring back at her shoes again.

"I love you, Rae," His voice was filled with a passion, an intensity like he'd never heard before. "And i don't care what the mirror said. I love you, and I always will, no matter what you say. I'm meant for you Raven. I've never felt this way about any other person. It's as though our hearts are connected--!" Spencer broke off, throwing his hands in the air. Noticing Raven's unimpressed glare, he dropped his hands, blushing slightly before turning on his heels and beginning to pace. "I know it was very cliche to say such a thing, but I don't even feel as connected to Cadence as I do to you." He almost choked on her name. He felt such guilt at times. But just the sight of Raven drove him on. It was as though he were chasing something he weren't allowed to have.

And for once in his life, Spencer felt as though he - the open book - were unreadable. Written in a foreign language. Raven didn't understand how deeply he felt about her. She made him get all mad and over-the-top. "Rae ..." Spencer said her name, almost like a whisper. He spun around suddenly, grabbing her by the shoulders.

"I love you, and always will. We will be together forever, no matter what you say." And before she could protest, or tell him that he was a crazy, creeper freak, Spencer pressed his lips to hers for the second time, none-too-gently - if I might add - as thought this kiss were the only thing that would convince Raven of how much he needed her.
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So cliche ... I can't write at all today. But that's basically just Spencer's other half.

I have edited this, just in case you read the original. This is better.


-Raven-

Wow.

After a few moments of passion, I pulled away and did a few things very unusual for me, such as smile and hug and love, but hey. Weird things were happening anyways.

"When the heck did you grow a spine?" I asked, beaming. I wrapped my arms around his neck and felt his arms wrap around my waist. This felt so right...

Yet so wrong.

No. I couldn't love him. Not when I knew the outcome would be heartbreak. Not when I knew that it wouldn't last. This couldn't happen. It just couldn't.

No.

"No," I muttered under my breath, stepping back and raising my eyes to meet his. Anger rose within me. This was all a lie.

"Wha--?" he tried, grabbing a hold of my arm.

"No!"

Tears formed in my eyes. I twisted, trying to get out of his grasp, all the while screaming "No, no!".

"Raven, please--" he again said, not letting go of me. He was stronger than me. Why did I have to be weak when I had those average girl outbursts?

"I-I can't!" I screamed through tears."No!"

"What do you mean you ca--" we were drawing a crowd.

"No!"

I ran down the street, my mascara leaving sticky, gooey streaks down my face. I didn't look back. I didn't look forward, I just ran. Anywhere but around him would be safe. Eventually I stumbled into an old, rusty, forgotten playground. Shaking with tears I shuffled to a swing and sat down.

Why did I have to be this way? Why did my life have to be this way? Why did I put myself through heck just to prove to myself I was tough? Normal girls could love and not beat themselves up, literally, later for it. Normal girls--

Normal girls are blind, stupid and weak. They're blind to the dangers of love. They're too stupid to realize it. And they're weak because they fall in love.
"But they're happy--" I whispered to the wind.

Happiness or strength? Why were you treated the way you were as a child? Because you were weak. You weren't strong enough to carry on the family name.

"The name shouldn't be carried, it should be dropped off a cliff."

Get rid of them. You know you've been wanting to. You have it all planned out. Just go down there and kill them. You don't love them, because love is a weakness. It won't matter.

"But what about--"

Forget them. They're only there to make you weak. Forget them. Finish your parents. Or are you too weak?

No. I wasn't too weak. I couldn't love Spencer, or anyone, if I wanted to prove that. It'd only get in the way.

I wiped my face on my shirt and ran for the nearest department store. All I needed was a skateboard and a some kind of drug...

But what were those voices?

Nice post. (:

JustDance? I may just strangle you if you keep doing that.

How come no one has seriously posted in five days?! *mutters about a conspiracy to drive me insane from boredom*

-Joseph-

Julie believed him. Of all people, Julie trusted him. Joseph smiled to himself. The more people he could manipulate to join him, the better. But there was something else...

"Here," Ballow said, handing the mirror he hadn't even glanced at to Joseph. Joseph took it absent-mindedly. There were so many kinks to work out of this plan.

As the swirling clouds settled, he was shocked at what he saw. Bags hung under his blood-shot eyes. Hate and anger accented every feature. Gray streaks lined his black hair, which was scraggly and everywhere, very much unlike his hair now. Nothing was right. Above everything wrong and hideous about the face, Joseph noticed a sly, determined smile. Was this him?

Joseph walked over to Damien and gave him the mirror back, saying "Cool," smiling.

Aha, sorry.
I've been busy.
I will post asap.
I just don't know what to post about?

*snarl* Someone post, or I'm going to permanently close this storybook! *rabid growl*


You have twenty-four hours, or Cadence, Maribelle, Ballow, Gary, Spencer, Julie, Raven, Kelly, Damien, and Joseph get hurt... If I missed someone, they'll get hurt, too...

Please read all of this. You can skip the Raven part, but read this.


Everyone has looked into the mirror. No one has shared what they saw.

It is now two weeks since the last post.

Raven went away for a week, and came back with a twinkle/smile in her eyes. Maribelle’s child, Aiden, has grown into a bright young third grader. Everyone’s fine, hunky-dory grand. That is, if you call depressed, upset, confused, stressed, angry, exhausted, and on the brink of tears fine. Gary woke up, so he’s here, too.

The day after the last post, the group headed to the white house. They made it there four days later. And you know, the president wouldn’t just let a bunch of weird people claiming that the world was about to come to an end into his office like that. So they snuck past security, beat up a few special service guys (in self defense, of course ) and finally, terrified the prez by giving him a show of their powers, since he wouldn’t believe anything except for the fact that they were mental cases otherwise.

So the group was sent (they willingly went, though) to the SPCU, not SPCA, SPCU (Super-Powered Control Unit, thought to be as real as Area Fifty Two ) There, they trained their powers. Like the people training them knew the first thing about super-powers. They beat up android things, holographs, paint-balls like in the movie Zoom: Academy for Superheroes, each other, and hired people by the dozen. It was a fun time for our people with anger-management issues.

And then: BOOM! Mister General Dude comes over and says, “Oh, and by the way, our sources, radars, and nerds say that those Shadows as you call them are going to attack at about three times the force as the last time you fought them in somewhere between three days to a week. Hope you’ve trained!”

Mister General Dude walked away with two scars, five bruises, not counting a black eye, and a ringing in his ears from screams and shouts. What? Yeah, it wasn’t his fault, but he never said, “Don’t shoot the messenger”! I mean, c’mon!

It is the day after he brought the news. We’re still ticked off, but that’s now mixed with worry, more stress, and a furious attempt to learn new tricks and memorize the battle strategy General handed us. We have the entire United States Army behind us, along with the armies of Britain, Russia, and China. But even that’s pushing it. We’ll still be outnumbered, as the nerds guessed, five to one.

Oh, and “The Traitor” (we’re supposed to call him that, but what’s wrong with Geek, him or Joseph?) left us, hasn’t returned, we don’t know where he is, and three days after he left stronger shadows swarmed the streets.

Have a nice day.



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**Are we allowed to use the lyrics of songs? Oh, and she murdered her parents a week and a half ago, but no one knows that. It made her happier (writing this makes me feel dirty…), but she’s still missing something. The missing link in the chain of her happiness. But no one knows any of this. Except us, the Authors.**

-Raven-

I leaned back in the corner of the lounge, listening to good ‘ole heavy metal on the MP3 I had gotten out of sheer boredom. Everyone was doing something, whether it was sitting in the huge leather armchairs chatting, hunched over the dining table looking at battle strategies, watching sports, whatever. I glanced over to Spencer, who was just sitting in a chair, sitting by himself.

Thinking back to the quotes I had read, I walked over. The quotes were like The way to show courage is to face your fears, and Courage is not the absence of fear; courage is the ability to face the fears you have. They made sense, sort of. Yeah, the words contradicted everything I had ever been taught, but they made sense. So I was in that state where you don’t know what to believe: Your head tells you not to do one thing, and you tell yourself to do another. Really hard place to be in.

“Hey, uh, Spence,” I said half-nervously as my brain and my soul fought World War Three. He glanced up at me with empty eyes. “If we, um, make it out of this alive, I was wondering if you…”

He cocked an eyebrow and, not moving a single inch, said, “Yeah?”

I rolled my eyes, probably at myself. Why was I acting so stupidly right now? I kept telling myself to shut up, but…

“If you wanted to--”

“Attention, all personnel required to come to the main hall immediately. New reports have come in. All personnel, please come to the main hall.”

I grabbed my jacket and was the first one out the door and down the hall. Footsteps raced behind me, trying to catch up. And they did. So much for being able to call myself a fast walker.

“Raven, what were you going to say?” Spencer said as he walked beside me.

“Just forget it,” I said, my eyes not leaving the floor in front of me.

“Come on, Rae--”

I turned on my heel abruptly and screamed, “Forget it!”

I glared at him for a moment before turning for the hall again.

Watch yourself, Raven. I thought to myself. You can’t afford to slip up like that again.

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We have to finish this story, guys. But I tried to hurry it up! This is two weeks into the future from where we were last, in case you couldn’t tell. We are in a government facility, we have every army of all the biggest nations/countries/things on our side, we’re getting training, and the final battle is only a few days away! Just stay with me here! If we leave our characters like this, there isn’t going to be a sequel!


So, we're heading into a conference room type thing to get the latest story on where the shadows are, and where they seem to be heading. Like a weather radar, only... not.

**Reserving post**

Apologies if any of the information given here is wrong, such as countries, info about said countries, etc. Post people, I'm fixing it so that the final battle is tomorrow!

-~}-+-{~-

-Nobody in Particular-

We all entered the spacious room. That is, it would've been spacious, if it weren't for about fifty other people standing around. The group sat down on one side of a fifteen-foot long table. At the head of the table sat the president, at the opposite side sat the generals of the US, Russia, China, and Britain armies, the scientists who couldn't stop staring at us, and a few laptops with the leaders of those parts of the world on webcam.

The U.S. general picked up a few pieces of paper, cleared his throat, and began, "Satellites shows--"

"You can see shadows on satellite?" Kelly asked wearing the innocent nine year old look.

"As I was saying," the general continued. "Our satellites show that these so-called "Shadows" are headed for us at an increasing speed. We are now expecting for them to show up tomorrow, around noon, at the front yard."

"The front yard?" Gary said shocked. "That big piece of green outside? Here?"

"Yes. You will all be given weapons, told the strategy, and time to say goodbye in case some of you don't make it. You will be placed at the front lines. Get a good nights rest.

These shadows have destroyed everything in their path, and are coming this way for some odd reason. We don't know why. Go prepare for the fight of your lives, kids. Dismissed."

Oh, how many of us clenched our fists. Oh, how many of us kept our fists in our pockets. Oh, how many of us did not.

Our minds dwelled on those simple words: Say goodbye in case some of you don't make it.

This was it. We had approximately thirteen hours until our lives would be more at stake then ever before. We did not have a choice in this; The world demanded it of us. We might not survive. Yes, we had looked into the mirror. We had seen our futures, but the future can change. Everything depended on whether we won or lost.

Chances were we would lose. How lucky can you get? We had survived long enough to reach this point. Now was time.

Everyone was born to do something. This was what we were suppoed to do. We were supposed to protect earth. But how could nine adults, one kid, and all the armies of the world save a planet so large, so vast, that it was impossible to protect?

You can't. When you're at one end, something bad can happen at the other. You can't protect earth.

But you can try.

We were ready to fight. And it may have been the last battle we ever fought.

The Final Battle was nearly upon us.








-Raven-

Why wasn't I happy? I had done everything I had ever wanted. I gotten rid of everything that stood in my path. But why did I still feel the darkness lingering on my soul? I couldn't get rid of it, no matter what I did. And I knew it would only get worse.

The solution was obvious. If I couldn't be happy, I wouldn't be.

As we sullenly walked down the hall, I looked behind me at Spencer. Life felt right around him. If I knew I was going to die, I figured I should try to make things as easy as possible. It'd destroy my reputation, my dignity, my honor, but who cared.

I stopped dead in my tracks and was soon ran into. I turned my head to see Spence and smiled. Turning on my heel I leaned up and pressed my lips to his for as long as I could. I wrapped my arms around his neck and felt his wrap around my waist. Pulling away I whispered into his ear,

"If I'm not killed in the fight, I'll kill myself. Just so you know."

Then I continued to walk down the hall, away from the stunned Spencer. I smiled. Happy last moments.

Happiness in my final hours.

Hola(:
Good ideaa.
Oh, btw avitar is spelled avatar...just saaying.
Sorry =P
Anyways, I'll post asap.
a.k.a. Fridaay(:

You know, no offense or anything<3
But you really caan't blaame me for not posting.
Aha, not trying to pick on specific people, but I can naame a few who haaven't been posting either you know. :/
But I'll post tomorrow.
Hopefully. =P

*I never said anything, JD. And if I’m yelling for lack of posts, I’m yelling at everyone, including myself*

*Oh, and if anyone, including myself, doesn’t post for the Final Battle, they don’t get a reserved spot for their character(s)*

-Kelly-2:00AM-

Lying in bed I stared at the ceiling, my hands on my stomach. Usually I could fall asleep in mere minutes, but not tonight. Why? Well, the facts that I had no powers and could hardly even punch people when I was about to fight probably one the worst fights in history seriously worried me. They had taught me how to fire this really huge gun the other day, but I was still afraid I might hit one of our guys, so that was useless. I was, too. Useless. I couldn’t fight, the only first aid I knew was from books, not experience, and I could only get in danger. I was this damsel-in-distress tagging along.

I got up and headed for the lounge, hoping to catch some soap opera. Not that I liked soap operas, but there wasn’t much else on this early in the morning. Instead of finding a blank TV, I found Gary watching sports recordings, Raven brewing coffee, and Maribelle cuddling a sound asleep Aiden.

It was so strange. We had gone through so much together. We had all fought to survive. We had struggled through normal problems and not normal together. And now, we were only hours away from a possible end. It seemed a shame to have gone through it all, to gamble it away now. Our friendship. Our strength. Our hope.

But that was life.

“Here,” Raven said, her eyes downcast, as she handed me a cup of coffee. Black. “Cream’s in the fridge.”

“Thanks,” I replied. Heading to the mini-fridge, I sighed. Only nine hours and fifty-three minutes left…




-Joseph-5:00AM-

Joseph clung to the wall. Being two stories in the air without a harness didn’t matter. Falling did. His black trench coat whipped around him in the wind. Don’t look down. Don’t look down.

He stuck a suction cup on the window in front of him, held the cup in his teeth, pulled a laser out of his coat pocket and started to draw a large circle on the window. Please let there not be an alarm. Please…

Bingo. Joseph quickly put the laser back in his pocket and, grabbing the suction cup in his free hand, pulled out the window. After carefully dropping the glass to the ground so that shrubs cushioned it Joseph climbed inside.

He glanced around the dim room. Joseph made out the silhouettes of a bed and nightstand and walked over. Setting an envelope on the nightstand he carefully brushed the sleeping persons hair out of their face. So beautiful. Bending over he pecked the forehead of the person and muttered in their ear. Slowly, cautiously, he went back to the window and climbed back down to the ground. The deed was done.


The building was the SPCU headquarters.

The person was Julie.

The words were “I’m sorry”.

Mhm.
I'm not saaying you are(:
Except for the strangling paart...
Aha XD
But I know...it probably got annoying when I kept on saying, "Nice post."
Sorry about thaat, I just didn't know what else to saay.
Anyways....post by tomorrow.
Btw, cool avi.
Even though it's kinda freaaking me out.

Julie
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I rolled out of bed, looking at the clock.
Only 6 more hours.
6 more hours, till I got revenge, from those horried creatures that destroyed my family.
I quickly got dressed, and just as I was walking out the door, somthing white caught my eye.
I walked over to the side table, which had "Julie" scribbled on it, in messy cursive.
I scrunched my eyebrows togheter, who could have sent me that?
I opened the envelope, and read the words scribbled on the white paper.
It said:
"Julie,

You have to understand when I say this is what I'm supposed to do. This is what I was born to do, I know it. The power I've been offered is all I've ever wanted. I have to be on the shadow's side. I have to. They have become a part of me, a part of my life.

I don't want to be the bad guy, I just want respect. It was never there for me before. Who would look up to a nerd? No one. No one cared about me. I never got any respect. With the power I've been given, I get that respect. I never wanted to hurt people to get that power.

I would give anything for you to be in the picture with me. I would never let anything hurt you if you were here at my side. You're my best friend. I've never cared for anyone as much as I do for you, Julie. Please believe me. Please understand.

I'll always be a friend to you, Julie. Never be afraid of me. Please.

-Joseph"

I stared at the piece of paper, in shock.
Then it automatically fell from my hands, onto the ground.
"Joseph." I whispered.
No.
He couldn't do this to me.
I trusted him...and he betrayed me.
I felt a wet warm tear slide down my cheek.
Angry, I wiped it away.
No more.
I was tired of people hurting me over and over again.
I hated Joseph.
Hated him.
I decided that I would kill him.
With my own hands.
He was responsible for all of this, him, no one else.
He...might as well have killed my parents, if he had been bad back then.
I rolled my hands into a fist.
I was ready...read for revenge.