>> somthing I thought of writing..a story ><" I'm not the best at these..this is actually the first I somwhat made entirely by myself and tend on finishing. Soo here is chapter 1 and yes its a weird story and no i havent revealed much of anything in the first chapter. (thus it is the first chapter XD )
Chapter 1
Red. Red everywhere. Blurred. Head throbbing. Smells. Smells of blood, sweat. Smell of tears. Why. Why is this happening? What is happening? I feel..so empty.
Mr. Wals stared silently in disbelief of the whole event, pitying the last of the Azureaus family. "Master Marek.. " The old man said somewhat hesitantly, "I..I think its dead now." He said sorrowfully, gazing at the young man in a trance like state of fury, rage and shock.
Marek stood there leaning forward, both arms held behind him with two long daggers drenched in blood. His eyes blankly stared downward at the dead beast, its blood filling the ballroom. Sweat trickled down his nose, dropping into the blood. His eyes re-focused as he started to stand straight, instead he swayed backwards and began to collapse. Quickly Mr. Wals caught him, helping him stand.
"Come, come.. I'll get this cleaned up in the morning..you need your rest." The old man said in a grieving tone, the people he raised for years gone in an instant. Something wasn't right..even with Marek. What did the demon do?
Marek hobbled, leaning on the old man for support as tears silently trickled down his eyes, slowly becoming colder and colder until they finally stopped. Something was wrong. His gaze was empty, hard..Cold. There was a necklace around his neck. Black with some sort of ice shard as its main piece, it seemed to be growing as Marek’s tears slowed to a stop.
He looked up, and forward. Staring down the halls. "..Prepare their graves Mr. Wals. We don't want their corpses stinking up the house. Not to mention the blood staining the priceless marble. Prepare their graves my dear Wals..just, prepare their graves.." Marek said with an empty voice and a sigh, he began to walk on his own through pure will and only through pure will.
Mr. Walls stared ..What happened? How did he get so uncaring? Where did his emotions go? Is it still the Marek he raised and knew? No. No, it wasn't.
Marek collapsed in the bed, it was dark and quiet. A contorted facial expression covered his face, he felt hollow yet being torn apart. He felt tears coming but not a single one fell. He felt miserable yet for some reason felt nothing at all. Curling up he slowly rocked himself to sleep. Maybe, maybe it will all just go away.
Laughter, happiness, a party- no a dance. It ends, people leave with smiles on their faces. Silence returns, cleaning begins. Un-expecting death lurks behind a sealed door. A bright light cuts through the seems of a solid stone door as it opens on a dark floor. Two crimson red eyes peer out as a whisper is sounded. A low growl confirms as it swiftly and silently moves through the house, wisps of black vapor following behind it. The ballroom shakes, chandelier sways and chimes as the crystal lightly knocks one another. Four- no..Five people look around Mr. Wals standing in the far corner..cleaning up some sort of mess. Two others, slightly younger stare up at the chandelier, wondering what is going on. Yet two more, even younger than the others sweep the cold marble floors, oblivious to the unnatural surroundings. Two familiar crimson eyes peer from behind a stone pillar, a grin forming its face as its pearly fangs show, some sort of drool trickling down. The massive creature steps out, observing its prey as it swiftly attacks.
Screams, blood spurting everywhere, horror. Satisfaction as it blindly misses the other two. Rage, hatred..sorrow disbelief. Blind slaughter, revenge. Gone, they are all gone..so fast. Why? denial. It's a dream..it can't be. how? Why? But.....it is real.
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>> Critisize now plz, and if you want me to stop or continue please say so. ( you may be as harsh as you wish xD *idk* )
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>> ok xD
Chapter 2
The next morning Marek woke up with a slight headache. The sound of thunder and pouring rain roared outside his window and throughout the mansion. Getting up he hurriedly got ready, black was suitable for this occasion but luckily it was mostly all the wore. Putting together long black pants, a t-shirt, and a thin long-sleeved jacket Marek ran his hand threw his golden hair and sighed. Today is going to be a long day.. He thought, tugging at the necklace. “Hmm..It won’t come off..” Shrugging he left his room, making his way towards the south wing near the burial grounds. A few bells sounded as himself, Mr. Wals and a few guests - some invited..some not- gathered around the three coffins and their tombstones.
Black and white roses were laid by each..red wasn’t in Marek’s favor at the moment (he had his share of it all over the place the previous night)
An old fat woman and her hunched over friends started to approach him. Marek cringed slightly knowing they would drowned him with sympathy, hugs, and sobbing (wether it was authentic sobs or not is still in question). Giving them a put up smile and a quick “Thank-you-so-much-for-coming” Chat-from a distance (fortunately for him the old hags were slow walkers)-he then withdrew into the mansion.
Sitting quietly in a warm living room Marek stared into the fire place a his attention directed to the dancing of the fire and the sound of the rain. Quietly Mr. Wals finished up the funeral business and sent the “guests” on their ways.
“Are the gone?” Marek asked as the old man slowly approached the room. His eyes never leaving the flames.
“Yes, Master Marek..I sent them home” Mr .Wals answered with a nod.
“Good..” Marek replied, trailing off into his isolated world.
“Would you like anything? “ Mr. Wals asked, still very concerned, “For weather like this a nice cup of hot chocolate or some soup may help” The old man added.
“Maybe for weather like this..but not for a day like this..” Marek replied, silence hovering after.
“Very well then..” Mr. Wals said with a sigh, leaving the room.
A few hours later Mr. Wals came into the room carrying a tray with soup. “Master Marek, I thought you might get hungry so I-..” he sighed, setting the tray down on a table beside the chair. Marek was asleep. Mr. Wals nodded and began to leave “Ok, well I’ll check up on you later then..” he added, closing off the room.
Continuing his everyday chores Mr. Wals began to dust and clean up a around the house. Not much had to be done...no one was really living here except for two people. Just so happens they generally pick up after themselfs. The old man chuckled a bit, staring up at a portrait of the family that was painted so long ago. “This house is empty without you, its quiet and cold..a heck of a lot cleaner, but that just leaves me with less to do..” He chuckled, it wasn’t a happy chuckle..more of a confused, nervous one. “I guess something will come along..it always appears that way...” he added before leaving to continue what else he had to get done.
The rest of the day was quiet, Marek didn’t do much but continuously wake and sleep, moving from room to room in utter silence while Mr. Wals kept an eye on him.