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Monday, May 26, 2008

another story or...
i had another dream and im debating about whether i should somehow combine it with the first story im writing(the invisible boy that is). tell me what you think(if you can read all of it). if you do finish leave a comment, but not until you've read all of it(scary thought) and one other thing, the orange haired boy in the picture in this story was actually a chibi Lavi(D gray man), but im trying to keep out anime references from my stories if at all possible to avoid copyright stuff and this has no title obviously for reasons aforementioned. and about the blank spots, it's because i haven't decided any names for the characters here. and just to warn you, this plot makes no sense. i doubt it would get published even if the editors were drunk at the time.

The giant, gray train sped underneath the iron framework of the ancient arches that used to be part of a city, but that city was long forgotten except by one or two shamans in the northern mountains. The tracks were on a very narrow strip of stone, with a seemingly bottomless gorge of either side. A piercing whistle sounded as it passed under the last arch and out of the city, but suddenly there were shadowy figures that came out of nowhere. They were leaping on top of the iron framework like ninjas, and they were bent on stopping that train. A shriek came from a human on the train, and then there was a shattering of glass. There was a flash of light as the ninja closest to the train desperately tried to get there in time. Did someone jump out of the train? It was hard to tell in the ensuing chaos, and then the audible clicking of a C-4 Dragon Bomb went off. The ninja closest to the train saw the black briefcase fall down to the gorges below, but he could do nothing about it. An immense explosion obliterated the train, tracks, and the arches in a terrible conflagration, and the ninjas that didn't get incinerated to ash were forced to retreat back into the shadows of the night. Above the scene of the mysterious circumstances, a full moon shone eerily in the clear, black sky...

Suddenly the girl woke with a start and sat bolt upright in bed. Cold sweat dripped down her brow, and her body felt weak all over. The dream was probably real, after all she could see into the future. She looked around the room, but all seemed well. Her companion drifted into sight with a worried look on his face. "Are you all right,___? You seem quite pale." "No, im not fine, but you don't have to worry, i get visions all the time."
"What's the situation right now?" she asked. In truth, it seemed like the world was on the brink of plunging into eternal chaos and utter darkness, but the people of the Resistance tried to avoid thinking of it since things were depressing enough as is. The hell hounds were everywhere and the werewolves were not always friendly these days. The girl and her companion were located at one of the safest places the Resistance had to offer, which was weird considering it was a basically a really tall log cabin with over 100 floors. If you didn't know better, you might guess the place was a ski resort, or something weird. It was located on a mountain, but the inside of the place was just plain weird. It felt like there were several space time continuum vortexes inside the place, or maybe overlapping dimensional planes that distorted some parts of the place. If the two of them hadn't been witness to these kind of things their whole lives, they might be a little more disturbed. Once the boy had opened a door upstairs and found himself staring at arctic snow and a bunch of adorable little penguins. One little penguin waddled toward him and through the door before he could slam the door. After closing it, he opened it again to send the weird little guy back to where he apparently belonged, but to his surprise, there wasn't anything but a couple of old mops and brooms in what had just turned into a closet. So for the time being, he was stuck with a penguin until he found the right door to return it. Outside of one window, the girl had seen the mountainous rock of the headquarters' location, but a window at the top directly over the first window revealed a peaceful, flat field of pretty flowers with the long stalks of fresh, green grass waving peacefully in a gentle breeze. Even the sky had been completely different.

The stairs to get up to the next story were right up against the edge of the building's inner walls and went in a counterclockwise direction in a square spiral of sorts with the north and south walls having no stairs at all, but a smooth transition of hardwood floor. The steps were wide, iron steps with a nicely designed rail that was on both sides, although they were rarely used by anyone. Another weird thing about the stairs was that even though they hugged the walls of the building to form a perfect square shape from an aerial viewpoint, the building wasn't just a rectangular prism. For some reason the halls could be much longer than the perimeters of the wall, and in fact a certain hallway stretched on forever from the looks of it, and the refugees who stayed at the headquarters were warned not to go down the hallway unless accompanied by a winged monkey. Strange as the building was, everyone except the girl and her mysterious friend seemed to be completely oblivious to the unsettling feeling about the place. It was way too quiet and peaceful in the place even though the Resistance was there. Nobody seemed to notice or care that no Resistance member had actually been seen in this weird place even though it was a base of operations for them.

At the very top level, the girl and her friend walked, along with the newly arrived refugees. One of them was a very old, wrinkly woman with her gray hair in a pleasant bun, who talked with the girl and her friend. She was very kind and had such a sweet voice, like your typical grandma who baked cookies for her grandchildren. Outside the window the field of flowers was showing and sparkling like the Couch Man that lived in what was known as the Sofa Room. "Oh, how i long to see my dearest grandchildren and husband again... They were drafted into the military to fight and to protect the people. I miss them so much. Not a day goes by that I don't think about them. But in the end, they were all killed..." she sighed sadly.

Later in the day when everyone had left for one thing or another, the girl and her friend were left alone with the old woman. The air seemed very chilly and there was a strange green hue prevalent in the room, which was really more of a landing, but nothing in the place made sense anyway, so everyone was far too lazy to correct the error. Suddenly the old woman began talking to them again, but it was far different than before. She suddenly started ranting it seemed and grew increasingly more angry sounding. "Why did my husband have to leave?!" she suddenly cried out. "I waited for him to return, and what did he do? He abandoned me and died like a dog!! So i knew that the only thing for me to do was have more grandchildren!! I raised 100 of them in order to make him jealous of me!!" With each word she spoke, she advanced a step towards the girl, who backed up uneasily. With each word, her kindly face was changing from a grandma to a savage demonic goblin imp. Her face became sickly, green, and emaciated. Her teeth became razor sharp and her eyes disappeared in evil, writhing shadows from the infinite depths of hell. Her tongue became long and pointed as it lolled out of her mouth like a oozing snake(do snakes ooze?).

Suddenly this frightening scene was over, and the girl found herself in a different part of the building. She blinked and looked behind herself to see a shimmering distortion of what appeared to be a rainbow of ink and realized she had backed up into one of the many space time continuum wormholes. Her relief didn't last long however, thanks to an explosive sound of wood being smashed into splintery bits. She gasped with horror because she knew that the wood splinters happened to be the front door, the only place where you could safely exit the building without ending up in some weird place. If you were to jump out the top window to commit suicide for instance, you might just land in a soft field of flowers instead. Not only that, but getting back might not be as easy. Strangely enough, even though the boy had not found the wormhole to Antarctica where the penguin had been, at some point in the ensuing chaos, it had disappeared.

There were many shouting voices that could be heard, and suddenly the girl knew her location had been betrayed to the enemy. "Hey, there she is!!" someone yelled. Around the corner came a mob of men dressed in bullet proof kevlar vests and black guns that looked suspiciously like AK-47s. She turned and ran up the stairs as bullets whizzed over her head. She was quick and surefooted, but it seemed like the men were very disorganized in pursuing tactics because each guy was trying to be the one in front and they pushed each other and yelled profanities at each other along the way. They didn't seem to be good at turning around corners because they kept banging into the walls as they went. She had to wonder why the enemy had sent a bunch of idiots to capture her. They seemed so inexperienced when it came to capture, that she was almost embarrassed to be up against them.

A hallway suddenly appeared in front of her, so she changed course and went down the hall to the Stuffed Room. Somehow she just knew that was its name, though nobody had told her. Oddly enough, the idiotic men, who had until just a moment ago been following her, were no longer in pursuit. Surprisingly, all the new refugees happened to also be in the room, along with the crazy old goblin woman. She seemed back to her old self however, and she worriedly asked if they were really going to be okay. After all, the base had been infiltrated, even though it was supposed to be safe. Sounds resounded throughout the building, of far off explosions, the pattering of feet, and things being smashed. "Don't worry," said the girl. "I vow to protect all of you here with all the strength I have! I won't let them hurt you. You can count on it!!" she smiled and put a comforting arm around the old lady.

Suddenly, a chill emanated from the air, and a deathly silence seemed to befall the place. Something shook the building, causing dust to fall from the ceiling. "Let's go___!! It's him! We have to draw him away from these people!! It's us he wants after all!" the girl shouted as she ran.

As she ran down the hallway, the howling of the hell hounds rang out. Even as she ran, she was getting the strangest feeling that there was something important that she was looking for. She didn't know why, but a familiar feeling seemed to creep over her, and she was desperate to find it. The hallway changed to something entirely unexpected. It was like that house... no, it was more like a combination of the two houses that had been so familiar to her in that distant past... Then she saw what it was that she had been searching for all along. It was at the very end of this hallway, in front of the last door on the left. It was a rather worn looking piece of paper at first glance, but it turned out to be a photo. She picked up as she ninja rolled into the room and slammed the door shut. With a deft motion she dropped the picture and locked the door with an audible click, and the hell hounds slammed into the door one after another, unable to stop themselves in time. For some strange reason, the door didn't smash down after they collided into it, but nothing in the place really made sense anyway. She sighed briefly and then bent down to pick up the picture again, then she gasped with horror. The picture was gone! Then she knew that it must have slipped underneath the door crack when she had dropped it to lock the door. She saw through the door with her vision eyes just in time to see a spark of flames go up. The hell hounds yelped and ran, so she opened the door and yelled at the retreating hounds "I'm not letting you bitches take this most important photograph that I've been searching eternities for!! Got it?!" as she snatched up the picture again. She gazed at the picture fondly and smiled. "It sure brings back memories... good to see you..." she said to the photo. It had on it a picture of a young, handsome boy's from the shoulders up. He had a big grin on his face, with all that orange floppy hair getting into his eyes like a cuddly puppy. He wore an black eye-patch over one eye and a white, black-rimmed headband with a design like fish scales, as well as a rather raggedy white scarf.

Just as she was about to close the door again, she suddenly had a chill go down her spine. She had a feeling the hell hounds weren't coming back, so she cautiously stepped out into the hallway. She stared at the half open door at the opposite end of the hall, where some some light was showing through.

Slowly, she approached the door, as an ominous feeling began rising up in her. She didn't know why, but there was definitely something deadly beyond that door. There was a chance that whatever it was might be the death of her. She pushed open the door all the way with a loud creaking sound. For a nanosecond, it seemed as if nobody was in the room, until that voice called out to her. "Well, well, well, just who do we have here?" Her blood ran cold at the sound. How could she ever forget that cold, evil voice?

In front of her materialized the man who she had hoped never to see again. He had many names, and he used to be called Kotari, but most people knew him as the Devil. Quite literally. Although it wasn't visible to a normal human eye, he did in fact have an ironically cute pair of horns that showed through his unkempt, greasy, shaggy and very slightly curly hair. His aura was naturally, to all who could see it, a fierce red flaming mass that moved almost violently about his person like a cyclone perhaps. For being the very root of every evil known to man, he had a strangely sophisticated kind of appearance minus the hair, which always gave the impression of being rather greasy or freshly dunked in vegetable oil on occasion. Sometimes he even had a black top hat which he happened to be holding in one hand. In the other hand, he held a silver cane with a little figurine of what might have been a dragon head at the top. "So then," he said with a sadistic sort of grin, "what brings a dear friend like you to this place?"
"I am no friend of yours Kotari! You're just a heartless murderer!!" she spat at him angrily.
"Oh dear, is that any way to talk to your own brother?" he said with a look of pain.
"Shut up!! It's' about time you pay for the things you've done!" It was then that Kotari's expression and aura seemed to change slightly. A look of regret or perhaps disappointment came into his eyes, and yet his intent became so much more bloodthirsty at the same time. He sighed softly, "And here I had hoped i wouldn't have to kill my dear little sister. I had hoped it wouldn't come to this, but i suppose it can't be helped. And i really wish you wouldn't address me by that name either, dear sister. Well then, i suppose we should end this with a duel. Same rules as usual right?" So saying, he tossed her a silver dagger of the finest quality. She gritted her teeth and prepared to lunge at him, when he pulled out a gun from his pocket. "Sorry. But I'm afraid i have difficulty following rules sometimes. Die." Her eyes widened as he pulled the trigger with an explosive bang. Hellfire shot out and entwined itself like serpents around the silver bullet. Simultaneously, a plume of white mist materialized above Kotari's right shoulder and raced towards her. A voice called out desperately as death rushed to meet her...


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