Sheik
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So...
I've always loved writing. In class, I often just stare off into space, thinking about my characters and what battles, suspense, and adventures they would go through. One time I was writing an awesome story for my pal in fifth grade, but I threw it away after I was about 70 pages through only because the notebook was ripping up (I was dumb), and he was furious at me for weeks.
I think he liked it.
A big problem I have with my stories is that I usually stop and start something else or restart because I just HAVE to get a "better" idea, so if I feel like stopping, give me a good slap in the face, will ya?
I don't really know all that much about the writing around here, and I've also seen "character sign-ups" but I'll just assume that's optional.
So here goes!
Life is Death- Book One: Follow
Rating: Teen
I hope you enjoy!
Chapter One: Mistakes
Eh, screw it.
Chapter Two: Omega
I've always loved writing. In class, I often just stare off into space, thinking about my characters and what battles, suspense, and adventures they would go through. One time I was writing an awesome story for my pal in fifth grade, but I threw it away after I was about 70 pages through only because the notebook was ripping up (I was dumb), and he was furious at me for weeks.
I think he liked it.
A big problem I have with my stories is that I usually stop and start something else or restart because I just HAVE to get a "better" idea, so if I feel like stopping, give me a good slap in the face, will ya?
I don't really know all that much about the writing around here, and I've also seen "character sign-ups" but I'll just assume that's optional.
So here goes!
Life is Death- Book One: Follow
Rating: Teen
I hope you enjoy!
Chapter One: Mistakes
Lady Vain sipped out of her glass. Another boring meeting, she thought. Goodness, when will I ever get a break?
She and eleven of her men were sitting around a rectangular table in a dimly lit stone chamber, discussing plans. Lady Vain, her cheek resting on the palm of her hand and her elbow on the table (rather impolitely), was incredibly bored. She never had a fundamental part in the meetings; she usually just sat there, not listening, and later became really confused when somebody asked her something.
The voices of her men drifted away and became like several chatty birds in the background. Now how in the world did I get in this mess? she thought. How did I become creator and leader of the Children of the Dead?
Then she remembered. The pain. The sadness. The crying. The blood.
The regret.
Lady gripped her glass tightly. Damn it all! she screamed mentally. It's all because of me, my stupidity and my selfishness, that I sipped from it before telling... them.
Her eye twitched. She had to contain her self anger in front of her men; they'd treat her like an insane minor if she went and threw a tantrum.
She pitied herself. I am crazy though, she thought. Crazy to sip from it. Crazy to create this army for my own stupid goals.
She remembered something else and her self pity and loathing turned to ambition. They're not away forever, she thought. If my plans turn out correctly, then I could reverse it. I could see them again.
A horrible flaw flashed across her mind. She knew what she had to do to follow through with her plans. She would have to bring sorrow and pain and rip apart families. The worst part, though, was that she would have to get the help of one of the people who had murdered them... one of the people who destroyed her life. She had heard rumors that, even after they had all been exterminated, there was still one left. And if the rumor wasn't true, well, she could possibly create one of her own.
Lady's grip tightened on her glass. Her stomach twisted. It was anger. Energy full of anger was rushing inside her, spiraling forward and backward in blind fury.
It was all their fault! It was all because of them!
Crack! Wine and blood soaked the marble table. "Lady Vain!" Lieutenant Webb gasped, startled.
Lady Vain picked out the shards of her glass from her hand. "Yes, Lieutenant?" she said, trying to act casual.
"Lady, would you like me to get you to the infirmary? You need to get your hand bandaged immediately!"
Lady slid out of her throne and began walking to the door. "I can fix it myself, Lieutenant!" she replied, walking away.
"But- but Lady, it could get infected!"
Lady Vain spun around. Her glaring eyes, cloaked in irritation, pierced into Webb. "Are you patronizing me?" she spat. "Do you think I am weak, so weak that I can't take care of a simple cut myself?"
Her men seemed as if they wanted to hide, to abandon the room, and to get away from her. They were afraid of her. "Of c-course not, Lady" Webb responded poorly.
Lady grimaced. She couldn't contain her hatred much longer. She had to let it out on somebody.
"I don't believe you are being completely truthful, Lieutenant." Lady began to pace. "In the inside, you still think I am weak. That I am still a little girl. But I am much more than that." She stopped and laughed. "Ha! Tell me, Lieutenant, do you fear me? Is that why you are so obnoxiously overprotective, that if any tiny thing comes to me, that it will be you who gets punished, from me, for not being at my side? Speak honestly."
All eyes met Webb, even the frightful, anxious eyes who new what was coming for Webb. "I... of course not, Lady." Webb was shaking. "I fear nothing..."
"You disobeyed my order, Leiutenant. You didn't speak truthfully." Lady Vain gripped her fingers around something at her belt, but it was too dark in the room to see what it was. "I'd like your opinion, Lieutenant. Colonel Samuel Glass... Do you think he'd make a suitable replacement?
Webb's face showed terror. He dropped to his knees. "No, no, no... Please, please don't fire me... I have a family I need to feed, to take care of... I need the money for them... Please, please don't fire me..."
Lady Vain smiled. "Who said anything about firing?"
Webb got to his feet and bowed, exhaling gasps of relief. "Thank you, Lady. You show unconditional merc-"
The knife protruded into Webb's throat. He fell to the cold floor, panting and squirming, until his eyes turned blank.
There was silence. The ten other of Lady Vain's men lowered their heads and slumped down into their chairs in fear that they would meet the same fate.
"You shriveling wimps!" Lady cried. "You aren't deserving of your titles if you are too weak to look your leader in the eyes with courage! You aren't the bold, capable, sturdy followers I need!" She left the chamber, the iron door slamming shut loudly behind her.
She and eleven of her men were sitting around a rectangular table in a dimly lit stone chamber, discussing plans. Lady Vain, her cheek resting on the palm of her hand and her elbow on the table (rather impolitely), was incredibly bored. She never had a fundamental part in the meetings; she usually just sat there, not listening, and later became really confused when somebody asked her something.
The voices of her men drifted away and became like several chatty birds in the background. Now how in the world did I get in this mess? she thought. How did I become creator and leader of the Children of the Dead?
Then she remembered. The pain. The sadness. The crying. The blood.
The regret.
Lady gripped her glass tightly. Damn it all! she screamed mentally. It's all because of me, my stupidity and my selfishness, that I sipped from it before telling... them.
Her eye twitched. She had to contain her self anger in front of her men; they'd treat her like an insane minor if she went and threw a tantrum.
She pitied herself. I am crazy though, she thought. Crazy to sip from it. Crazy to create this army for my own stupid goals.
She remembered something else and her self pity and loathing turned to ambition. They're not away forever, she thought. If my plans turn out correctly, then I could reverse it. I could see them again.
A horrible flaw flashed across her mind. She knew what she had to do to follow through with her plans. She would have to bring sorrow and pain and rip apart families. The worst part, though, was that she would have to get the help of one of the people who had murdered them... one of the people who destroyed her life. She had heard rumors that, even after they had all been exterminated, there was still one left. And if the rumor wasn't true, well, she could possibly create one of her own.
Lady's grip tightened on her glass. Her stomach twisted. It was anger. Energy full of anger was rushing inside her, spiraling forward and backward in blind fury.
It was all their fault! It was all because of them!
Crack! Wine and blood soaked the marble table. "Lady Vain!" Lieutenant Webb gasped, startled.
Lady Vain picked out the shards of her glass from her hand. "Yes, Lieutenant?" she said, trying to act casual.
"Lady, would you like me to get you to the infirmary? You need to get your hand bandaged immediately!"
Lady slid out of her throne and began walking to the door. "I can fix it myself, Lieutenant!" she replied, walking away.
"But- but Lady, it could get infected!"
Lady Vain spun around. Her glaring eyes, cloaked in irritation, pierced into Webb. "Are you patronizing me?" she spat. "Do you think I am weak, so weak that I can't take care of a simple cut myself?"
Her men seemed as if they wanted to hide, to abandon the room, and to get away from her. They were afraid of her. "Of c-course not, Lady" Webb responded poorly.
Lady grimaced. She couldn't contain her hatred much longer. She had to let it out on somebody.
"I don't believe you are being completely truthful, Lieutenant." Lady began to pace. "In the inside, you still think I am weak. That I am still a little girl. But I am much more than that." She stopped and laughed. "Ha! Tell me, Lieutenant, do you fear me? Is that why you are so obnoxiously overprotective, that if any tiny thing comes to me, that it will be you who gets punished, from me, for not being at my side? Speak honestly."
All eyes met Webb, even the frightful, anxious eyes who new what was coming for Webb. "I... of course not, Lady." Webb was shaking. "I fear nothing..."
"You disobeyed my order, Leiutenant. You didn't speak truthfully." Lady Vain gripped her fingers around something at her belt, but it was too dark in the room to see what it was. "I'd like your opinion, Lieutenant. Colonel Samuel Glass... Do you think he'd make a suitable replacement?
Webb's face showed terror. He dropped to his knees. "No, no, no... Please, please don't fire me... I have a family I need to feed, to take care of... I need the money for them... Please, please don't fire me..."
Lady Vain smiled. "Who said anything about firing?"
Webb got to his feet and bowed, exhaling gasps of relief. "Thank you, Lady. You show unconditional merc-"
The knife protruded into Webb's throat. He fell to the cold floor, panting and squirming, until his eyes turned blank.
There was silence. The ten other of Lady Vain's men lowered their heads and slumped down into their chairs in fear that they would meet the same fate.
"You shriveling wimps!" Lady cried. "You aren't deserving of your titles if you are too weak to look your leader in the eyes with courage! You aren't the bold, capable, sturdy followers I need!" She left the chamber, the iron door slamming shut loudly behind her.
Eh, screw it.
Chapter Two: Omega
The sunlight parted at the branches until only small beams could make it through the dense canopy that shadowed the ground below it. Logan watched two sqirrels chasing each other. They raced up the trunks and danced along the branches playfully.
He made sure to keep himself as silent and motionless as he possibly could at the risk of scaring off the animals, even if it meant putting up with the ticklish tall grasses of the forest grove.
"You seem to be pretty bored."
Logan lifted his head and looked around from side to side. "Behind you," said the voice. It was a girl. He turned around and saw her lying on the ground like he was, but in the opposite direction. She was covered from head to toe in odd heavy winter clothing. She wore large, colorful gloves and thick jeans, and her face was mostly covered by the hood of her coat. She was pale, but her
glowing caramel hair was like a lighthouse in the midst of the green of the woods.
"Why are you wearing such heavy clothes?" Logan asked. "It's not that cold out here."
The girl sighed. "Better safe than sorry," she said.
Logan lied back down on the earth. He was about to ask her what her name was, but she talked first and pointed out, "Don't the trees look like they're on fire?"
Logan raised an eyebrow. "How so?"
"Well, the red and orange leaves seem to give off the illusion of the trees being aflame."
Logan squinted at the trees. "I don't get it," he said. "They're just leaves. Is there something I'm not getting?"
The girl sighed again. "How can you not see it?" There was a moment of silence until she said, "Aha! I could teach you! I could teach you to look at things in different ways!"
"How can you teach somebody how to look at things?" he asked.
"Not how to look at things, Logan."
"How did you-"
"How to look at the world in different ways! You can't just linger at the same side of the rainbow. You need to observe the world on every side! Top, bottom, left, right, front, back, edges, corners- look at the inside from different places on the outside!" The girl seemed to feel very illustrious.
"Wow," said Logan. "I've never looked at it like that."
"See? You just did it there!" The girl was beaming. "Either you're a fast learner or I'm just a really good teacher."
Logan sat up. "This is great. Could I learn more about looking at the world?" he requested.
"Of course! So, let's up the scale a bit more. Think bigger than leaves."
"Hmm... the tree?" he guessed.
"Think bigger!" she said.
"The forest?" "Bigger!" "What about Janington?" "C'mon! You have to stretch your mind out more! Think as large as you possibly can!" "Okay... what about the world? ...Everything?"
"Of course!" The girl jumped into the air and opened her arms up widely. "The world! All! Everything!" The enthusiasm she radiated was astounding. "It also just happens to be that everything is the intellectual limit of the human mind, so let's not try to go any farther than that..."
"Wow," said Logan. "I really can't imagine more than everything..."
The girl giggled. "Yeah... That's what I just said, silly! So, what do you think everything is, Logan?"
He rubbed his chin. "Well..." he said. "Everything is all. Entirety."
"Well, that's true, but let's just say everything is one, yet many." Logan blinked. "Okay, I guess I should facilitate this for you. Better yet, I could make a comparison. Let's say everything is a gear. One big gear, but is made of many smaller gears. That means that every small thing makes up one big thing." Logan nodded. "But what do gears do?"
"They push each other," Logan replied.
"Yes! So that means that everything on earth pushes each other, affects one another!"
"I get it!" said Logan, pondering. "So that means that everything... is one giant system of smaller things!"
"Exactly!" said the beaming girl. "We've done it, Logan! We've uncovered the interpretation of everything! See, isn't looking at things from different perspectives so influencing? It's a fresh new view on an otherwise boring world!"
"Yeah," Logan agreed.
"You know," said the girl. "Looking at things in different ways is really helpful sometimes."
Logan blinked. He knew of some stumbling blocks he could use this to tackle.
The girl smiled charmingly at him. "You could be a good friend!" she said. "You seem to be about my age, and you're a good learner, too. Why don't we come back here sometime again, please?"
"How will we know when to meet?" Logan inquired.
"Don't worry about that. I've got it covered." She turned around and began to waddle away in her heavy winter clothes.
"Wait!" Logan exclaimed. "What is your name?"
The girl turned her head and responded, "You can call me Omega."
Logan blinked. What an odd name. But before he could ask her about it, the girl had vanished. Toted away with the forest breeze. And now Logan was alone with the flaming trees.
He made sure to keep himself as silent and motionless as he possibly could at the risk of scaring off the animals, even if it meant putting up with the ticklish tall grasses of the forest grove.
"You seem to be pretty bored."
Logan lifted his head and looked around from side to side. "Behind you," said the voice. It was a girl. He turned around and saw her lying on the ground like he was, but in the opposite direction. She was covered from head to toe in odd heavy winter clothing. She wore large, colorful gloves and thick jeans, and her face was mostly covered by the hood of her coat. She was pale, but her
glowing caramel hair was like a lighthouse in the midst of the green of the woods.
"Why are you wearing such heavy clothes?" Logan asked. "It's not that cold out here."
The girl sighed. "Better safe than sorry," she said.
Logan lied back down on the earth. He was about to ask her what her name was, but she talked first and pointed out, "Don't the trees look like they're on fire?"
Logan raised an eyebrow. "How so?"
"Well, the red and orange leaves seem to give off the illusion of the trees being aflame."
Logan squinted at the trees. "I don't get it," he said. "They're just leaves. Is there something I'm not getting?"
The girl sighed again. "How can you not see it?" There was a moment of silence until she said, "Aha! I could teach you! I could teach you to look at things in different ways!"
"How can you teach somebody how to look at things?" he asked.
"Not how to look at things, Logan."
"How did you-"
"How to look at the world in different ways! You can't just linger at the same side of the rainbow. You need to observe the world on every side! Top, bottom, left, right, front, back, edges, corners- look at the inside from different places on the outside!" The girl seemed to feel very illustrious.
"Wow," said Logan. "I've never looked at it like that."
"See? You just did it there!" The girl was beaming. "Either you're a fast learner or I'm just a really good teacher."
Logan sat up. "This is great. Could I learn more about looking at the world?" he requested.
"Of course! So, let's up the scale a bit more. Think bigger than leaves."
"Hmm... the tree?" he guessed.
"Think bigger!" she said.
"The forest?" "Bigger!" "What about Janington?" "C'mon! You have to stretch your mind out more! Think as large as you possibly can!" "Okay... what about the world? ...Everything?"
"Of course!" The girl jumped into the air and opened her arms up widely. "The world! All! Everything!" The enthusiasm she radiated was astounding. "It also just happens to be that everything is the intellectual limit of the human mind, so let's not try to go any farther than that..."
"Wow," said Logan. "I really can't imagine more than everything..."
The girl giggled. "Yeah... That's what I just said, silly! So, what do you think everything is, Logan?"
He rubbed his chin. "Well..." he said. "Everything is all. Entirety."
"Well, that's true, but let's just say everything is one, yet many." Logan blinked. "Okay, I guess I should facilitate this for you. Better yet, I could make a comparison. Let's say everything is a gear. One big gear, but is made of many smaller gears. That means that every small thing makes up one big thing." Logan nodded. "But what do gears do?"
"They push each other," Logan replied.
"Yes! So that means that everything on earth pushes each other, affects one another!"
"I get it!" said Logan, pondering. "So that means that everything... is one giant system of smaller things!"
"Exactly!" said the beaming girl. "We've done it, Logan! We've uncovered the interpretation of everything! See, isn't looking at things from different perspectives so influencing? It's a fresh new view on an otherwise boring world!"
"Yeah," Logan agreed.
"You know," said the girl. "Looking at things in different ways is really helpful sometimes."
Logan blinked. He knew of some stumbling blocks he could use this to tackle.
The girl smiled charmingly at him. "You could be a good friend!" she said. "You seem to be about my age, and you're a good learner, too. Why don't we come back here sometime again, please?"
"How will we know when to meet?" Logan inquired.
"Don't worry about that. I've got it covered." She turned around and began to waddle away in her heavy winter clothes.
"Wait!" Logan exclaimed. "What is your name?"
The girl turned her head and responded, "You can call me Omega."
Logan blinked. What an odd name. But before he could ask her about it, the girl had vanished. Toted away with the forest breeze. And now Logan was alone with the flaming trees.
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