Friday, March 16, 2007

   Weird and fanfic
hey guys! well, i lived through a whole day of driving around in a car and going into dumb old stores. it was retarded; but i guess it made my parents happy so it wasn't a total waste...maybe...today we're just going to a quick outing to teh mall...i'm probably going to be bored out of my mind, but that's okay cause mom said i had free rein when we got back! ^^ well, i'll try to make this fanfic a little bit longer than the last big, especially since i seem to be typing faster than i normally do! ^^

A Feeling Never Felt Before
Chatper I, part 3

Hatoko brushed her long hair from her eyes, still staring. She wondered how long Sakyo was going to make her do all of this, if he was ever going to let up. She looked at her hand; though now it was clean, only moments ago it was covered in a fresh coat crimson. She shivered.

She thought about what her father would have made her do at this point, or if her father really cared about her. Hatoko's thoughts ventured as far as thinking about her nonexistent mother, a woman she'd never seen before in her life, nor even heard about. Hatoko reached for her back pocket and grabbed a simple gold watch; the only heirloom she had, despite her wealthy father. She shrugged, and hopped up from the ground, realizing then that the soft grass had been wet, and now her butt seemed to be drenched.

'Wonderful' she thought, trying to dry it, failing horribly. She looked at her bag and realized she'd acutally brought her normal clothes with her. Though she couldn't change in a public area, not with the satchel of money and the feds everywhere.

Hatoko frantically looked around for anyone, and she meant anyone, that could be around. But the forest was strangely quiet tonight. No birds, no sound of winds chimes, nothing. It was as if everything had died...she sighed; what bit of humanity she'd ever had seem to have left...'Jacob was right, I am a demon...'(note from me: all flashblacks will have *around them* because i don't have italics, just a note)

*"Please, stop, don't hurt me!!" the man scampered back like a beaten puppuy, his eyes wide with fear. Howl took a step forward, and his lips parted into an evil grin.

"Sorry man, gotta do my job," Howl shrugged, looming over the man. The man cowered before him, tears rolling down his cheeks. "but...if you tell me where the money is now, i might just make death quicker for you, it would save me so much trouble..." Howl explained. He thought then that the man was going to tell him, only--

BANG!

If Howl had stood where he just had a split second ago, there would have been a hole the size of a golfball in his left shoulder. Luckily, Howl saw the gun, and tried to take the gun from him, and it ended up shooting the diamond chandelier. Shards fell, and one even glided down Howl's cheek, blood trickling down. The man, who's arm Howl held fiercely, spat in his face.

"God****n you demon! Who sent you!?" Howl was taken back; demon? Howl hit the man sharply across the face, sending him into the back wall. If Howl was to get that money without killing everyone...he'd need a hostage, and this guy would do, only he needed him alive. As Howl went to pick him up as well as the gun, the man (whom he thought was unconsious at the time) grabbed his leg.

"I know you...you're William's girl...remmeber me? I'm the boy you played with in teh summers..."

Howl's eyes widened; suddenly remmebering the boy. His big smile, his happy go lucky attitude...he shook his head. He was the mission right now.

"I don't know who you're talking about..." Howl said, his voice still masked as a man's. The man shook his head.

"I know you, I know you're eyes. You're Hatoko Williams. You're in Sakyo's hold now, aren't you?" Howl didn't say anything, but his gaze turned to the man's eyes, Jacob's eyes, if he remembered correctly. He collapsed.

Sobs came from Howl, who was no longer hiding her gender.

"I'm sorry...I really am..." she sobbed. Jacob had been her first friend, her only friend, in years...her first crush, everything for a time revolved around him. She would wait eagerly for summer to arrive, not for school to end, because she stayed at home and studied, but for Jacob. The visists ended when she was thirteen and he was fifteen. Through her fingers, she saw he still had the same dark hair that was neatly cut, and the same jade eyes. Only now he was taller, more filled in, and would've been able to been called handsome, if he wasn't covered in splatters of blood and bruises.

She heard the glass crunch as Jacob crawled his way over towards her. He placed his warm hands against her cold back. She flinched; and tears were shed, and Jacob fell.
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