Other scenes of mine, that don't relate to each other. Looking back at these, I have no idea why I slipped into more dialogue oriented things. I can write description, I know that.
This scene involves the two main characters from my novel-in-the-works. I think I was depressed and angry when I wrote this, so it turned out this way.WARNING! This contains a lot of blood
Blood, it was splattered on the ground, tainting everything with its vermilion embrace. Footsteps stopped behind him, echoing loudly in the silence. He didn't turn around, he knew who it was.
"Why," he breathed softly behind him. He turned around then, Wolf was standing there. He knew what the scene must look like to him, blood everywhere. In his hair, turning it a dirty brown. Him standing there, head thrown back, eyes an odd mixture of silver, gold and sapphire. He was holding the lirai in both hands, translucent wings stained with red, flaring out behind him like a cloak.
"You know why," his voice was ice, the words freezing as they left his lips. He laughed then, a high shattering sound.
"You know," he said almost conversationally, "I feel more alive this way."
"I..I..it can't be that bad can it?"
"That bad...Wolf, you ripped my soul apart! Embedded Elaragnia's soul within my own!," he snarled, “Do you even know what it feels like?! To have your soul ripped apart! The pieces scattered! Just knowing that they're out there! But you can't find them! Do you?! Do you?!"
He screamed the next words out, “Don’t tell me that you're sorry! Just fucking don't! I believed that damn lie once! I won't again!" He was right in front of him, the last words spat in his face. Emotions boiled up, insanity sparking in his eyes. He let them lose, screaming them to the cold sky. A wordless howl ripping the sky apart, flinging everything in its path aside. Silence fell; his throat hoarse from the scream, blood stopped flowing.
"See you around Wolf," he whispered, as everything turned red.
I think I wrote this with Seres and Wolf in mind, but it could be anyone. If you want to use it, let me know.
The lines were twisted and tangled all over the page. The color was gray. The seer looked up. Her eyes held a sad look in them.
“In all my years,” she told him, “I have only seen this once.”
“So he was shattered,” he whispered looking stricken, “I thought he’d be all right, that he’d survive it.”
“You know the person,” she stated.
He nodded, “Yes”
“Do you have anything else of his?”
He took out a single, white, feather and set it gently on the black, beaten-up, table, “This was his”
She examined it for a few minutes and looked up again, this time her eyes were glazed over, “You know what you must do. Find his soul, reunite them. If you do not, he will die and with him…..with him goes the world.”
He paled and rose from his blue chair, “Thank you,” he whispered as he picked up the feather. He dropped her price on the table, the silver coins clinking gently against the table, and left, the tent flaps whispering in the wind behind him.
Another scene that I may expand. Does anyone want it?
The flames roared across the gasoline soaked street. There was a clink and another boom as the street exploded again. The sky darkened as the clouds let loose a torrent of rain that quickly doused the flames. The wails of sirens were heard in the distance, the white vans rushing toward the scene. A black van skidded to a stop before a white haired woman in a black dress. A man in a white suit got out looking angry.
“Chancellor,” he yelled, “I thought I told you to leave the demon hunting to someone else!”
She surveyed the scene, “The damage can be easily fixed.”
“This is the third time that this has happened! Leave the hunting to the hunters!”
She glared at him, “I am a hunter!” The white vans halted to a stop and they both turned to look at them.
“We will continue this later," she told him as the hunters got out. The hunters were dressed in red and had the black fang, their symbol, around their necks. The temperature froze as their leader, Lucifer, gave the chancellor a glare.
“Ashekeriara,” he said striding over to her, “You are not one of us and I thought I told you that you will never be like your father.”
She laughed, “You still think it’s about that Lucifer! I thought you were the smart one. I am not one of you and never will be! But I am a true hunter and I am merely doing my job.”
“You are delusional, there is only one group of hunters and those are the demon hunters.”
She smiled and showed him her necklace, “See this? The feather is from a phoenix, the tooth is a dragon’s tooth and the fang is from a basilisk. I am a hunter and I will find the demon that killed my father!”
“You cannot,” Lucifer told her drawing out his gun, “You are needed here.” She grinned and tossed another clip into the street, sending flames rushing toward them.
“Goodbye,” she whispered, disappearing in a swirl of black light.
No idea where this came from
The city was encased in ice. The temperature was nearly absolute zero, but he didn’t feel the cold. In fact, it felt warm to him, he whished it was colder. She found him sitting on the roof, wearing nothing but a bathrobe.
“I’m surprised you haven’t died yet,” she told him dressed in her warmest clothes.
“The trick is to be colder than the temperature it is,” he said watching the snowflakes freeze in midair.
“Interesting how they don’t fall,” she noted, “anyway I’m going back inside.”
She ran to the door and pried it open, quickly disappearing into the warmth of the apartment. He stayed outside, the cold entering his bones. It joined the coldness inside of him and he felt himself becoming the ice…. When she came out a day later when the cold spell had finished, she found a statue of pure ice that looked exactly like him.
I think Stargate Atlantis inspired me to write this one. Probably after I read/watched the episode where McKay destroys a solar system.
The world stops. His smile, frozen, breaks. He turns and walks away.
“See you,” the other whispers. The world still seems frozen. Life carries on around him. He doesn’t notice. He cannot feel anymore, he is dead inside. The other moves on, not looking back. Does not see the pain and emptiness left in his wake. They meet, again. 12 years later. Both of them moved on, forgot, never forgave. Memories stir, break the surface. Wounds open, raw and bleeding.
“I missed you,” they both say together. They look at each other, really look.
“I’m sorry,” they both say together. Two words erase the past. The world moves on.
I'm sun burnt and tired, but it was a great day :3
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