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do you like my story? Rough draft.. so yeah;]? (Answers: 5) (Comments: 0)
"It's the making of our story
a passing dead and gone
Fairy tales wait in mystery
And monsters sing in song
Even though these lives have ended
Their memory will carry on
A beautiful nightmare will begin
And our hero's will stand strong
There is a place only the dead know
Real corpses dance and are true to heart
It's the making of our story
Where in death we do not part... "
~We Dance With Monsters - I am Ghost.
Prologue
You get three chances when you play my game. Three strikes, and your out, of life. Lives had been taken, and I had been cast from Heaven, to live for eternity on earth. But there is one thing they forgot to check, one thing they tried to look over; I was tainted while I was in Heaven, and I had infected the Angels. So as I got to relax on the warm beaches of the Jamaican islands, I listened above as pure chaos erupted, and laughed lightly at how ignorant angels really were. How they thought nothing bad could happen to them, nothing bad at all, and then I had to get infected, and I ruined the façade. I ruined the false sense of security, and completely obliterated the dystopia that stood above all else. If there is one thing that had been feared, above and below, it was the one thing that couldn't be stopped. And that thing was me. I was the one that haunted children's nightmares, and the one that started wars. I was the one who played out the Stock Markets, and created the depression, and I was the one who spread the disease. I was the first to have it, it was mystery to everyone but me. I infected myself, because I was born with a power to go to a place only the dead knew, a ghoulish playground full of horror, and sickness. Spirits lie there, unable to get out. It wasn't hell, it was lower, a place even the Devil himself feared to go, and it was my hideout from the world. My hideout from the Death Camp above, and there, I became the most feared creature in all the lands. There, I became Baid?j?s, The Feared One.
Chapter 1 - A Nightmare in the Park
It was dark that night, I can remember that much, and I was watching my prey intently. Watching his every movement as he kissed his girlfriend on the cheek, and lifted her up over his shoulder. I was covered by the trees, their dark limbs keeping my pale white skin from being seen in the pitch blackness. I shuffled around, getting ready to attack, the boy and his girl turned around. Their heads peering around the jungle gym, their eyes filled with the fear of knowing something was near. They sensed the danger I had omitted from where they were sitting, which was a good hundred yards away. I took the liberty to step out of my cover, my deadly smile causing the girl to shriek in terror. I could smell her blood from here, the boy trying to cover it with his body. He knew what I was, I had shown myself to him before, tried to kill him even. But I felt something there, something deeper than I had ever felt, and I let him go. It was my worst decision, but my best idea.
"Get away." He yelled, but I was already gone, standing behind the oblivious couple know, slowly biting down on the girls neck. Before I knew it, the blood was drained and I heard slowing sirens in the distance, and I knew I had to get out. But I was stuck, surrounded by the stark nothingness of nature. "You're dead." The boy repeated, smiling at me, just as I had smiled at him, but it took no affect on me This boy hadn't known how powerful I was. This boy, even though I had met him before, hadn't known how much I hated him for messing up my heart.
"Nothing can kill me." I said and let my eyes turn red, not just the irises, but the whole eye. Blood overflowed, and my mouth opened up, reviling my set of shark teeth, two lines of razor sharp teeth. He backed up a little, as I heard the firemen break down the iron gate to the children's park, and I stepped back into the police officers hand cuffs, because quite honestly, I wanted to let them think they won. I wanted to create utter disappointment.
just a little sneak peak into the rough draft of my story. I mean like rough rough. It kinda sucks, just tell me if you like the idea.
SHE"S NOT A VAMPIRE. SHE'S INFECTED WITH SOMETHING, NOT SAYING YET, SHE JUST INS'T A VAMPIRE!
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