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12 years ago
☾✩ I'mma post a few short stories now and then and i'm doing them in my journals
because FA's story upload system requires a download of the file to read it instead
of just reading it on the site and thats dumb to me ^^ so.... here you go~
because FA's story upload system requires a download of the file to read it instead
of just reading it on the site and thats dumb to me ^^ so.... here you go~
The soft crackle of flame danced in the air with the song of night-time. I was coiled a few feet from its edge, a knife in my hand as it whittled away at the block of wood in the other. The skill was tedious, yet with Blaine’s help earlier I was proud to say that there was not a single cut on my fingers. My eyes rose momentarily to glance up at him through the fire. He seemed calm as he rested; I smiled and reached out to him with my energy. He smiled and cozied closer to his blanket. I don’t know why, but I felt safe tonight.
Easily, I placed my tools beside me and unzipped my sleeping-bag. Sleep tugged at me impatiently, so I didn’t re-zip it before I allowed myself to dream…
Something’s not right. The thought sliced through my mind like a steal knife, causing my dreams to bleed away and reality to enfold me once more. I didn’t budge as I was placed back into my body; slowly and carefully, my eyes opened to search out the danger. The fire had been burnt out by this point, but small embers still glew lightly in the pit. I guessed we had been sleeping for around three hours. This placed us close to midnight. Silently, I sat up, bringing up a hand to brush my bangs from my eyes. Hot adrenaline rushed through my veins and I choked down the growl that rose in my throat. There was a girl. She was kneeling beside Blaine, who was still fast asleep.
I know you. The thought was clear. I know who you are.
My body moved on its own. I slid into the shadows as if I were a part of them. No shoes; I don’t need those. She was touching him, I could see this. Not inappropriately, but I didn’t think it would remain innocent for long. As I took in a breath, I noted her scent. She’s human, or something very close to it. But I already knew that.
My balance was perfection. I was the hunter. There were no mistakes that I made. Soon, I emerged behind her. I leaned down, and right behind her hair (I noted it went down to her shoulder blades) I paused.
“Whatcha doin’?” I inquired in a slight hiss.
The girl nearly jumped out of her skin. Good, don’t touch him. She must be really dumb not to have noticed me… My thoughts were cut short as her small hands wound around my wrist and forearm. There was no time to react; with force I didn’t know she possessed she hurled me over her shoulder, above Blaine, and directly into the hot ash of the dying fire pit. Soot burst around me and rushed into my mouth and throat, suffocating me. Panic only made me inhale more; my skin was burning where it was exposed. With one hand deep in the scolding cinder, I propelled myself out of the pit. Wheezing, I lunged at the girl. She moved slightly to the right, catching my shoulder and again attempting to throw me. This time, her aim was towards the woods. A soft growl escaped me, and before the throw was completed I reached out and tangled my scorched hand into her auburn hair. Ha, bitch. Though the strands of hair sliced into my raw flesh, I held strong and we both tumbled into the woods. There was a small hill that we rolled down. At the bottom, I sprung back up to my feet, each nerve buzzing wildly in my body. She’s just human; I can deal with her. I was clearly aware of all my disadvantages. Every burn hurt; breath was difficult with my ash-laced lungs. But I could do this…
I allowed half my mind to succumb to rage-full blood-lust, and let my body go…
She fights well. I felt every blow, but I was detached from the pain. It was only me and my thoughts, watching from third person. She hit me in the stomach, once in the mouth, threw me to the ground… But she slipped up. I brought her to the ground, pinned her with my weight and let my fists fly. She couldn’t fight back
The minutes passed. By time I regained consciousness, she was out cold.
I should kill her.
I sighed and let mercy get the best of me as I stood and turned away from her. As I started my limping return to camp, a soft click echoed from behind me. I half-turned; the shine of silver hit my eyes, and then I heard her gun shot. Pain erupted through my right shoulder and I fell.
“You’re too merciful, it will get you killed one day…” a memory of a voice I once knew flashed in my mind… I hit the ground. It all goes black. 
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but thank you! I also saw someone do it who uploaded the file and then just posted the story to FA under the story file's submission, which also seems like a good idea. If I ever draw out a picture to the stories, i'll definitely do it your way though <3
The story you wrote here is nicely done. Pretty intense on the whole. Nice job on it. If this is old, I would love to see something more recent that you've written.
unfortunately i'm not good at multitasking, so fostering up two different skills at once is something I dont really do, and obviously I do more art than writing. I'm sad to say that I dont have a current up to date piece ;u;
But I do have a wonderful story idea that a few people have been begging me to write so.... we'll see ^^