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This was written with a classmate for an assignment my first english college class. See if you can tell where i picked it up xD
So this is the prologue for a story i wanted to write a loooong time ago. I may decide to pick it up, i dunno.Harsh panting could be heard over the burbling of a small stream. Off in the distance a wolf howled and the forest hushed into silence. A bare foot crunched leaves as the owner stood up and peered into the darkness.
Dirty and tangled hair made from tiny beads of ruby framed a face with high cheekbones and brilliant almond shaped emerald eyes. Her lips were rubies and formed a deep scowl. Her pointed ears and boyish frame betrayed her elfin heritage. A dark amethyst bruise on her crystalline flesh and tattered clothes couldn’t diminish the quiet dignity that she pulled around her, like a cloak.
Those grimy and threadbare clothes hung off of her body and waved gently in the breeze. Frowning a little she tugged the shoulder strap of her ragged dress off of her arm and back into it's normal resting position. Sniffing the air and peering through the dense forest around her she took a hesitant step forward. She fell to her knees beside the merrily giggling stream and took a long drink. Her body shuddered like a leaf in a breeze as she gulped the water.
A sharp crack split the air. The elf child stood and whirled around, before laughing with a noise much like the stream behind her. Crooning softly she called to who was hidden in the trees.
A large, impossibly large, white tiger padded in from the gloom and stared at her. His head was a little higher than she was tall and his tail twitched absently. Still laughing, she ran up to him and threw her arms around his furry neck, in a hug.
He nuzzled her cheek and gave its faceted surface a lick, “You’re hurt…” he said in a low rumbling voice.
She smiled and showed off teeth of pearls. “This?” she touched the amethyst bruise with it’s multitude of hairline fractures on her cheek, “It’s nothing. My milky feldspar complexion will be back in a day or two…”
“Not there…” he said, concerned, “Here.” He butted her chest, “The ruby that your life pulses through…”
She shook her head, “Nothing is wrong with my heart stone you silly tiger. I’m fine.” She ran a hand through her beaded ruby hair. “We need to get moving though. The Nostrallan will notice I’ve escaped in the next few hours.”
The huge tiger nodded, “Then get on my back young one and we’ll go home.”
And this is... well i have no idea what this was supposed to be xDBlurred Lines
Part 1: Home
Prologue
“It is time.”
Time? Time for what?
“Time for your destiny to be revealed young one.”
My destiny? What is my destiny?
“It is your time.”
My time?
“The time has come for you to awaken unto your birthright and fulfill the task laid upon you by the ancients.”
Birthright? Ancients? What’s going on?
“The time has come when everything you thought you knew turns upside-down and the lines that separate the outside world and the thing you hold dear will become blurred and lost.”
Blurred? Lost?
“The lines which separate your family from the approaching menace will fade.”
Fade?
“You will be the Dark one and will save the world from the Menace of light.”
Light? Menace? What’s going on?
“You will learn, and you will make us proud. Goodbye.”
Bright light, blank, so white. The light, too strong, must flee to the dark; it’s the only safe place. It’s the only way.
Miles away another’s sleep was being disturbed.
“The time has come young one.”
I know.
“Then you know what we expect?”
Yes. I know that you need me to destroy the darkness.
“Very good. The Dark is your enemy and she is awakening to her power.”
Then I will destroy her. She will not live for too much longer.
“We approve of that decision.”
Thank you.
“How will you beat back the Dark?”
I will be the Light and make her powers smaller and smaller until she disappears. Then I will denounce the Dark and make their evilness known.
“We are proud. You serve your ancestors well.”
I will make them even prouder once I destroy the evilness of the Dark. She will die, and her family and circle with her. Nothing will stand in my way.
There was no sound, but the satisfaction was palpable.
“What is this?” A large, burly man asked his wiry companion.
“I don’t know, Neil.” The wiry man replied turning over the strange object in his hands.
“Danny,” Neil said looking at the crystal in his companion’s hand, “that thing is dangerous. Maybe we shouldn’t mess with it.”
“Keep your knickers on Neil.” Danny said turning over his prize. “This darling’s gonna make us rich.”
Neil shuffled his feet on the dank floor of the cave. “I really think that we should put it back.” His voice echoed slightly off of the walls.
“Are you afraid of this little babe?” Danny asked, smiling.
“Not exactly.” Neil muttered.
“Then what are we waiting for?” Danny laughed, “Let’s get out of this Hell hole.”
“Dammit Danny!” Neil smashed a fist into the side of the cave, “We don’t know what that thing is capable of!”
“Listen to me Neil,” the flame headed man said in a quiet voice, “Do you want your wife and children to starve? Do you want my family to starve too? Do you want our entire village to starve?!”
This was written with a classmate for an assignment my first english college class. See if you can tell where i picked it up xD
Crimson
The dark alleyway crowded the young man as he crouched in the shadows behind a dumpster, shaking and trembling. He was claustrophobic, and that most certainly was not helping him here. He breathed heavily and shakily, wringing his clammy hands and then wiping them on his jeans, which were torn at the knee. He winced as his knee moved slightly, the hole in his jeans revealing a wound oozing blood. He pulled the remains of a piece of tissue from his pocket and dabbed at it, trying to clean it up. He had managed to elude his pursuers for the moment, but had tripped over the curb as he ran into the alley. He knew he was fast enough to outrun his pursuers, and so he had. But here he sat, waiting for some sign that it was safe. He was unsure of exactly what to do. He rubbed his head. Maybe he could go to the police? But was that the best thing to do, really? No matter what he did, they would follow him. He would never be safe again, he knew, even if they were “all” arrested.
“Hey kid. Your knee ok?”
The boy’s heart nearly jumped out of his throat, and he looked up slowly to discover a burly man wearing a black and red suit staring down at him. The man coughed hoarsely and cleared his throat.
Smiling broadly, he said, “You’ve had your fun, kid. Time to go.”
As the man reached into his jacket pocket, the young man realized his mistake. The big man had seen the blood from his tumble over the curb, and had clearly followed him. But he had not even heard the sound of the man’s footsteps. And suddenly, he was looking into the cold steel barrel of a revolver.
Detective Rennac was sitting behind his desk, puffing on his pipe. He had his feet propped up on the desk, assuming the usual position. But his thoughts were interrupted as his office door slammed open, and Senior Detective Rogers stormed in.
“Rennac, what the hell are you doing? I swear, you damn rookies get here and you think it’s gonna be like some kind of Sherlock Holmes novel.”
Rennac stood up hastily and grinned sheepishly. Senior Detective Rogers was not only moody, but constantly on the rampage. To be honest he was getting rather senile. But he was a good detective, and Rennac knew he was lucky to have someone of that skill as his mentor.
“We’ve got an assignment, Rennac. A body’s been found in an alleyway between Hill and North Farsely. They’ve already cleaned up most of the mess, but they want us to follow up on this one. Seems like this one’s odd.”
Rennac nodded and grabbed his coat. These sorts of cases popped up all the time in this city, but they had never asked them to follow up on such a case. They were generally had too few or too many leads to try to follow.
Rennac found out just why it was such an odd case when they arrived at the crime scene. A large man had been beaten down in the alleyway. But, judging by his size and attire, it looked like the man had been out of place. It was puzzling. He was dressed in a fairly nice suit, which was crimson. The man was covered in large bruises and whelts. The crime scene investigation group later told Rennac and Rogers that they believed cause of death was the puncturing of both lungs, because the victim had several broken ribs.
“So, any ideas as to what happened to him?” asked Rogers.
One of the crime scene investigators looked at him grimly.
“It seems he was beaten by hand. There was nothing to indicate that any weapon of any sort was used, not even brass knuckles.”
Rennac shivered. Anyone who could beat such a man simply with his fists was someone to be respected, or in this case, feared. Rennac had been trained in jiujutsu, but he didn’t think even he could handle such an opponent.
“Although it’s true he was beaten, we searched the body, and he also had a gun on him.”
Rogers nodded.
“I’m sure that’s part of the reason we were called,” he said, looking oddly troubled.
Rogers gestured to Rennac to walk with him.
“You notice it?”
Rennac nodded. “The insignia, right? The Crimson Blood.”
“Yeah. What’s a guy like that doing out on the streets?”
“I don’t know. But maybe that’s where we should start.”
The Crimson Blood, well known as the “Red Light Company” was a mafia of sorts. They owned several strip bars and casinos in the city, and they were associated with a lot of shady business. Only those in the police force and investigative bureaus referred to them as the Crimson Blood. There had been several murders and other problems linked to them, but no real connections could be made. They were very good at what they did, to say the least. But, this case could give them an opportunity to possibly bring some of their deeds to light, as well as figure out just exactly what was going on. However, Rennac hadn’t quite picked up on this idea.
He was lost in his thoughts when someone ran into him, nearly knocking him down.
“Are you police officers?”
“Yeah. Is there a problem?” Rennac replied.
The boy, who looked around 18, had a look on his face that clearly showed something had just happened to him. Rennac noticed there was blood on his jeans, and the kid was breathing heavily, as if he’d been running.
“There was a crime scene here, right?”
“Yeah, there was. Do you know something about it?” asked Rogers.
“I was part of it.”
Rogers and Rennac listened to the kid’s story. He had been involved with the Red Light Company, and it seemed he had stolen something important to them. The man in the alleyway had been chasing him, and had the boy at gunpoint when something, or someone, barreled into him. The boy had seen his opportunity and ran, and had seen nothing else.
“So that’s all, huh? You do realize, we’re gonna have to take you into custody for now.”
The boy nodded grimly. “I should be safe there, so it’s alright.”
They headed back to the station, and left Darell, the young man, there. They then left for their next destination, The Red Light Company’s main office. It seemed they would have to confront Boss Gamario, the head of the company.
They arrived in what was known as the Red Light District, which consisted of several major casinos, a strip bar, and even a cinema, all owned by the Red Light Company. Although Boss Gamario’s company had come to be known as the Crimson Blood, they were mostly interested in money. But to what means they went to get that money, was how they had earned their title. Rennac and Rogers, riding in Rennac’s car, managed to find a parking spot in front of the Red Light Company’s main executive building. They walked through the double doors, and to the reception desk. The secretary looked at them uninterestedly.
“Can I help you?”
“Rogers, NYPD. We’re here to talk to Mr. Gamario.”
“I’ll buzz him for you. Please sit down.”
The secretary walked in the back. In dealings with police matters, the policy was to keep the police’s noses out of their business. She picked up the phone, hit the extension for Executive Gamario’s office, and waited. He picked up.
“What is it, Sally?”
“Mr. Gamario, the police are here.”
“Again? Honestly, I don’t know why they waste their time, if they don’t have a warrant.
Silence.
“They don’t have a warrant, do they?”
“I don’t think so, sir. They seem to have other business. “
“Send them up.”
“Yes sir.”
The secretary returned outside, and motioned for them to step into the elevator at the right side of the room. A couple of minutes later, they were in Gamario’s office, on the top floor. Gamario was sitting in his desk, looking at them rather inquisitively.
“Can I help you, officers?”
Rogers looked at him rather sternly.
“Mr. Gamario, we found one of your workers dead this morning, in an alleyway between Hill and North Farsely. We also have a witness that says your man was trying to kill him. It’s unsure so far as to exactly what happened, but we believe that an outside force may have killed your worker, who was in fact trying to kill the witness in question.
Gamario instantly looked much more nervous, but did not lose his composure.
“I had heard that Gerald had been killed, but I had received no reports from the police or any other source as exactly how he died. I honestly have no idea why one of my employees would be trying to kill anyone. As for the outside force that killed him, I have heard that our rival, Fun and Entertainment incorporated, is host to a load of notorious dealings.”
“Somehow I doubt that, Gamario, but we’ll keep that in mind. We’ll probably be be seeing you very soon, so keep your schedule open.” Rennac said, smiling brightly. He nodded at Rogers, and they left for the hallway, leaving Gamario shaking his head.
And so they left the main office building, with no real advances. Rogers looked over at Rennac, thinking.
“Maybe we should question that kid a little further. I think he’s our only lead right now.”
Rennac nodded.
When they reached the station, everything was in chaos. Another officer ran up to Rennac and Rogers.
“Sir, we’ve lost the witness from the scene earlier this morning. Someone came into the police station, disarmed and knocked out several officers, and took the kid with them. Had we been prepared, we might have been able to stop him, but no normal person just walks into a police station and kidnaps a witness.”
“Did you get a look at him?” Rennac asked.
“No sir. He was wearing a hood, but he was fairly tall and of average build. He was ridiculously fast, though. He left on foot, and there are already several police officers tailing him.”
Rogers nodded, and he and Rennac ran outside. Rennac looked to the left and right trying to find any kind of clue as to where the assailant might have gone. His walkie-talkie squawked and he heard an officer say, “Suspect is southbound on Main Street. He is highly dangerous and has shot at the officers tailing him. We’re requesting backup.”
Rogers pressed the button on his own walkie-talkie, “Ten-four. We’re on our way.”
The boy opened his eyes and thought to himself, ‘Where am I?’ Then reality hit him with a lurch. He moaned lightly and realized that he was flung over the shoulder of a very tall man.
“Well, looks like you’re awake now, Darell.” The man’s voice was low and gravelly.
Darell trembled a little. “How do you know my name?” He asked, sounding braver than he felt.
“I know a lot of things about you boy. Especially, what you said about the boss.” The man chuckled evilly. He flung the kid onto a small couch.
Darell’s vision swam before him, and he tried desperately to keep his dinner in his stomach. He tried to focus on the room around him and then passed out once again.
He awoke sometime later when a boot kicked him in the gut. He curled into the fetal position and began to throw up what was left of his meager dinner.
“Are you going to tell us what happened?” A low and sultry female voice reached his ears. He gasped pitifully and began to cry.
The woman, whom Darrel could not see from his current position, sighed and said, “Kick him again; and don’t stop until he tells us something useful.”
“I don’t know anything.” He sobbed. “I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to steal anything from Gamario! I swear, just leave me alone…”
The woman paused at the door and said in a delighted voice, “But my dear boy, we are not from Gamario. We are the ones that killed his henchman. What did you steal and where is it now?”
“I…stole…a…” The boy was trembling and gasping for breath.
“Yes?” The woman asked eagerly.
“A…”
“Nobody move!!!” The S.W.A.T team burst in through the door and trained their guns on the lady and the tall man in the room.
The Lady looked startled and then disappointed. “How did you get past all of the guards?” She asked.
Rennac smiled as he stepped in the door and glanced at the richly dressed blonde woman. “Tear gas does wonders. They didn’t want to play any more.”
“You son of a bitch.” She snarled at Rennac.
“Arrest them. We heard it all from outside the door. You’re being charged with murder, aggravated assault, and anything else we can find.” Rogers said as he too stepped into the room.
Darell smiled as he watched the lady and the tall man arrested. Then his vision swam and his body lurched as Detective Rennac picked him up. “Take him to the emergency room.” Was the last thing that Darell heard before he passed out again.
Rennac watched as the boy stirred on the hospital bed. He idly toyed with the small book in his hand, not wanting to open it until Darell awoke.
Darell slowly opened his eyes and coughed a little. His eyes focused on the Detective. “What do you want?” He asked weakly.
Rennac held up the small book. “I want you to tell me what this is.”
Darell’s eyes widened in panic “That’s what I stole, but…” he stopped.
“Tell me what is in this book, or I’ll read it myself.” Rennac threatened.
Darell didn’t move.
Rennac opened the book and stared for a minute, and then he let out a whoop of excitement. “Darell, this little book is going to put Gamario away for the rest of his life. Who knew Crime Lords kept diaries?”
Gamario shuffled around his office and sighed when he heard the knock on the door. “Come in” He sighed listlessly.
“Mr. Gamario you are under arrest for embezzling, three counts of murder, two counts of arson, racketeering, eight counts of aggravated assault, blackmail, and prostitution.” Rogers handcuffed Gamario, who went quietly, and led him outside to the police car.
Darell shoved his hands into the pockets of his jacket. The trials were over, everything was done, and he still didn’t have a place to live. ‘What a wonderful world this is.’ He thought sarcastically. He heard footsteps crunching in the snow behind him. “What do you want?” he asked acidly.
“I just wanted to see how you were doing.” Rennac patted Darell’s shoulder. “I wanted to know if you have found a place to live yet.”
“No.” Darell said shortly. “I would appreciate it if you stopped bugging me.”
Rennac chuckled and said, “My parents died and left me a large estate and tons of money and well, I don’t know about you but I think big houses like this are too big for one person.” He pulled out a picture and showed it to Darell. “I never had any siblings growing up and I think you’d make the perfect little brother.”
Darell gaped at the picture. “Little brother?”
“Yup and you can go to any college of your choice sport. Whaddya say?”
Darell smiled, “As long as you never call me sport ever again.”
Detective Rennac laughed.
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