Day 2: Literary Awesomeness!


Update: Since i accidentally did a double post, i added more to this literary onslaught enjoy!

“Great, it’s raining,” Ania sighed as the door to the library swung open. Indeed it was raining out there, a hard, miserable sort of rain that seemed to wash all life from the world. The quad was empty, and even the lights of the lampposts along the walks seemed muted and shallow under that oppressive downpour. In the distance Susan could barely make out the silhouettes of buildings that marked the end of the campus. “Well, kid,” Ania said and patted her companion on the arm. “See you later.”

Susan looked up and blinked as the older student ran into the rain accompanied by a dull “pop” as her umbrella opened. The nimble figure of her one friend at the college disappeared into the rain; her feet dodging treacherous puddles and tiny rivers with ease. It was then that Susan realized she herself had no umbrella. Which was just her luck anyway.

Swallowing a few choice words about that, the freshman dashed into the rain. She pulled her blazer up over her head, hoping to stop at least some of the water from running down her new dress and ruining it. It was a futile effort, for moments later her decidedly less than nimble legs betrayed her and she plunged headlong into a muddy puddle. For a moment she tasted filth and thought she was going to drown, then rationality returned.

She got up, brushing a few locks of what she liked to call ebony hair off her face. She was now thoroughly soaked and her dress was ruined. This time she didn’t bother to stifle her cursing as she raised herself to her feet. “Ah!” she grimaced as her weight bore down on her left foot. She looked down and sure enough she could see the nicely purpling bruise forming on her ankle. She drew in her breath in a sharp hiss then forced herself to ignore the pain. She checked her watch but couldn’t make out the dial because the lens had cracked and water had seeped underneath.

She couldn’t afford to sit here and sulk however. She was getting more drenched by the moment and she was in a hurry besides. Forcing herself to move as fast as she could (which amounted to a slow amble) she moved toward the end of the quad and the currently invisible fence which separated the campus from the rest of the city. The journey to the gate was without incident and she moved out into the streets. They were deserted but that wasn’t uncommon for this part of the city at this time of night, especially with the weather being what it was. She moved herself along the street until the bus stop came into view…and saw the bus pulling away.

“No, wait!” Susan yelled and tried her best to run after it. She got maybe five feet before tumbling over into yet another puddle. This one was in the harsh concrete instead of the forgiving mud, however. She pushed herself onto her knees and watched as the bus faded into the darkness. “No…” She felt a sob in her voice as the realization that the last bus had left her behind in the pouring rain hit her. It almost felt like the water was slowly draining away her energy now. “I will not cry! I will not cry!” she told herself harshly and forced herself to her feet.

She briefly considered the cellphone in her backpack. She could call her father. He would send a car right away, maybe be here in fifteen minutes at the most. Then she would be out of the rain… and back at her old house. And she would hear the lectures about how she should just give up on this whole nonsense, and how she was disappointing the family and all those slightly hurt expressions. No, she wouldn’t call her father. This was just yet another one of life’s little challenges and if she proved she could handle it, then maybe she would do okay on her own after all.

With renewed vigor she started to walk to her place. It was over an hour’s walk, and by the time she got home she would probably be drenched but that wasn’t about to get her down! Resolve alone could only last so long however. About a half-hour later, as her clothes plastered themselves to her almost childish frame and her hair hung on her head like a lead weight and her injured ankle throbbed numbly through the cold and the wet, she began to reconsider.

“Little girl…”

She started, her eyes snapping left and right across the deserted street. All the buildings around here were dark, their windows empty. She could have sworn she had heard a voice but, after a few moments figured her mind was probably playing tricks on her. She began walking again, this time whistling an old melody her mother had used to put her to sleep when she was but a child. Back before her mother had…no, best not think of that.

“Little girl, why are you sad?”

Okay, there was no doubting it this time. She had heard a voice and from nearby, too. Yet, nobody was out here. Granted, she couldn’t see more than fifteen feet in any direction, but that voice had sounded like it had come from just behind her. The first hints of panic began to bubble up out of her unconscious. She stayed still, her eyes wandering the area for a few minutes as the rain tried to mercilessly pound her down. Finally she moved on, but her eyes scanned back and forth.

“Little girl, don’t go away. I want to share something with you.”

She bolted, her mind unable to form any other options. She managed to move at a good clip for a while, but eventually her injury betrayed her again and she felt her legs go out from under her. Desperately she tried to roll with the fall, like they had taught her at Judo class. She managed to keep herself from taking any more damage but found herself rolled up against the fence at edge of a canal. The water below churned and roared as the weeping sky filled it almost to overflowing. She could feel the occasional slap as the water lapped over the side.

She sat like that for awhile, feeling like a cornered animal. Her breath came in short, shallow gasps and her heart raced at a mile a minute. Vision of perverts and psychos filled her head. Her eyes scanned back and forth, desperately searching for some clue as to where the voice might be. There! Out of the corner of her eye on the left. She turned but saw nothing more than the rain and darkness.

“Hello little girl.”

She turned with a frightened shriek and saw him. He crouched by her right side; his lean, almost skeletal frame silhouetted by the street lamp. He looked, for all the world like a salaryman in a cheap business suit. That is, if one didn’t look at his eyes. They seemed to shimmer with an internal light, and were slitted like a cats. Both were pale green and had a haunted, hungry look to them. She found herself backing away instinctively.

“Don’t be afraid…” he said in a voice like ominous shadows. His hand gently but firmly grasped her elbow and prevented her escape. Her throat was dry and she swore she wasn’t breathing. “I won’t hurt you little girl. I only want to share something with you…” he smiled like a skull, all teeth and no feeling. “I have a very special gift to give you. You will live forever…” His voice was droning, almost hypnotic and she got the impression that he was expecting her to become drowsy. She didn’t feel the least bit drowsy however, and how she was supposed to be calming down now of all times was beyond her. Still she faked it, not wanting to play her hand too soon. The realization that she was reacting differently than he expected gave her a kind of inner strength she knew she’d need.

“Yes,” he hissed as she lidded her eyes and nodded her head. “That’s it, go to sleep. Don’t be afraid, just be calm and when you wake up you’ll be a whole new woman.” He waited until she had closed her eyes entirely and then his fingers cupped her chin and raised her face up to his. He squeezed her cheeks, forcing her mouth open and leaned his own head down toward her. She forced herself not to panic even as she desperately tried to remember her self defense training.

Then she felt the man pause, and heard the most unusual noise. It was like someone trying to drink the last remaining drops out of a glass through a straw. She opened her eyes a crack and saw him with his mouth in the most ridiculous position she had ever seen. And he appeared to be desperately trying to suck in something… His eyes took on a confused look and Susan knew now was her chance.

With a fierce yell, she smashed her elbow into his throat. The man gasped and fell back, letting go of her arm. Adrenaline helping her ignore the pain, she took to her feet and fired off a swift kick to the man’s crotch before sprinting down the street. He keeled over in pain and she felt a smirk of triumph on her face as she began to put distance between them. Then she heard him dragging himself to his feet and with a roar coming after her. She refused to panic and moved as fast as she could. Then she remembered to scream for help.

“I COMMAND you! Stop!”

If he thought she was going to listen to him, then he was either insane or stupid. Probably both, she amended. Still it wouldn’t make much difference pretty soon, her voice had already groan hoarse from shouting and she was beginning to slow as the pain in her leg grew worse with each step. She could hear him catching up with her, his footsteps came in staccato bursts and when she dared a brief glimpse behind she saw him dashing along much faster than any human should have possibly been able to…

“Get down.”

If he thought… no wait, that was a new voice. She turned to look in front of her and there, standing in the rain and just coming into view was a man. He wore a raincoat which obscured his form and the shadows of his hood kept his face hidden. He was holding something in both hands and had it pointed at her. She couldn’t quite make it out in the rain and… oh wait, it was a crossbow.

A crossbow?

“Down!” the man with the crossbow shouted impatiently and the rational part of her mind caught the implications of that. She dove, taking the fall as best she could. There was a metallic twang, a high-pitched whistle and a meaty thunk all following each other so close it felt like the same sound. Susan rolled and saw her assailant standing in the street with a crossbow bolt sticking out of his chest and a bemused expression on his face. What she saw next was simply impossible. The man reached up with one hand, grasped the bolt and calmly tore it free like someone might remove a splinter. No blood flowed from his wound, which was invisible save for the hole in his cheap suit. “Shit, missed the heart…” her savior cursed and pulled another bolt from under his raincoat. He stuck it in his teeth and quickly began to recock the crossbow.

“Foolish boy,” the man laughed. “I am immortal, you can not kill me.”

“Maybe he can’t, but I can.” Yet another figure emerged from the rain. This was a woman, dressed in a black garment which stuck to her flesh like a second skin due to the rain. She was lithe and chesty, and her mischievous gray eyes danced in her healthy face. She had pale green hair that hung to the small of her back in a shapeless lump, again probably due to the rain. “Sorry I’m late Mac-baby,” the newcomer said in a vibrant voice. “I had trouble tracking you in this rain.”

The man glared at the new girl and Susan got a good look at his face for the first time. It was cool and pale, with deep green eyes and a delicate, almost ephemeral quality that Susan found hard to categorize. she thought to herself. Then she was distracted by the other man’s harsh laughter again.

He stepped forward and sneered at the other woman. “I would like to see you try, mortal…” He laughed again, and was thus taken totally off guard when the woman slammed her elbow into his gut and smashed his chin with the ball of her wrist. He flew back almost ten feet before crashing into the wire fence which guarded the canal. His impact distorted and snapped it, but wasn’t strong enough to push him through.

The man roared and seemed to… change. It was like the rain washed away his regular face and underneath was some hideous demonic visage. It was all teeth and glowing eyes and rotting flesh. Susan gave another shriek as she backed up. She felt her back brush up against her savior’s legs and looked up to see him still cocking his crossbow with a frown of concentration on his face. As far as she could tell, he didn’t even realize she was there anymore.

But she had to admit, it was probably hard to concentrate on anything else, what with the battle going on not ten feet away. The creature moved so fast Susan could barely follow it. Long talons had replaced fingers and the thing clawed at the girl. But she moved equally fast, her movements fluid and flawless as she neatly sidestepped the attack. Then there was a blur of movement, and several loud cracks. The creature went flying again, this time away from the canal and into the middle of the street. It hissed and stood up, but approached the green-haired girl more cautiously this time. Susan risked missing something and looked up to see the man trying to draw a bead on the monster.

Then Susan looked back… and was simply amazed. The two were moving so fast that Susan couldn’t even see the individual blows anymore. Both appeared equally matched, the creature’s mindless ferocity keeping pace with the woman’s elegant skill. Susan had once heard martial arts described as a ballet, a beautiful dance, but if this was a dance then Susan would rather sit this one out. The two spun and slashed and punched and kicked at each other, every blow missing by millimeters or deflected at the last possible instant. There was no beauty in it however, it was feral and vicious. This was a battle to the death, and no quarter was asked for, or given.

Finally it seemed the woman gained the upper hand. The creature was strangely lethargic at points and finally she found an opening. With deceptive ease she spun around behind it and held its arms in a vicious lock. “Now Mac!” she yelled and forced the creature to face her partner. The pale man calmly raised his crossbow and drew a bead on the thing…

And with a hiss it was gone. The woman blinked as she realized she was holding nothing more than an empty sleeve of the things cheap suit. The rest of the suit fell to the ground, only just now did Susan see that it was dry, but that wouldn’t last long. She looked around but could see no sign of the beast.

“It’s gone,” the man (Mac? Why was that name familiar?) intoned calmly. “We’re finished here.” It was only when he moved away that Susan realized she had been leaning against him for support. She fell to the ground in an undignified heap and felt her head hit the pavement.

“Ow,” Susan muttered and sat up as best she could. The woman seemed to have accepted what the man had said without question and was talking with him not a few feet away. Finally she turned and looked at Susan, as if just realizing she was there.

“Are you okay?” she asked.

“I think so…” Susan replied with a quaver in her voice.

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    • Tiffanie
    • April 8th, 2012

    Still waiting lol

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    • whitejeanpr
    • April 8th, 2012

    ooooooo, who is Mac?? 🙂

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    • whitejeanpr
    • April 8th, 2012

    ooooo, who is Mac? 🙂

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    • Kerry
    • April 9th, 2012

    I like it! Hurry up and write some more!

    Like

    • Kathie
    • April 12th, 2012

    I like this site! Very good. Looking forward to reading this story in its entirety!!

    Like

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