Post by TwistedSanity on Oct 1, 2006 15:01:34 GMT -5
This is not my War. This is not my Fight. This is something More.
Chapter 2's currently, in editing, but I put the first version up to critique,, maybe help with the editing.
Haven
Chapter 1
‘ “Deeper! Deeper!”
Haven’s shovel hit the dirt, sending the excess retreating over his shoulder. Tears streamed down his young face, tears of shame.
“Deeper. Deeper!”
This time Jennifer’s high-pitched voice turned into a fit of giggles. When she received a cold glare from her victim of taunts, her giggles turned insane.
“You don’t want to get caught now, do you Haven, dearie?”
He returned to his job, ignoring the teasing from his ‘friend’ above. The birds chirped cheerfully as if nothing out of the ordinary happened this day. What a lie they told. Little did they know of the betrayal that happened exactly an hour and sixteen minutes ago.
Deeper. Deeper.’
Haven awoke in a cold sweat. Just a dream. They were only dreams. They always will be dreams.
“Memories don’t lie, darling.”
Jennifer’s voice echoed through the lonely basement.
Chapter 2
“Do you think Rachel will be alright?” Venessa asked, glancing around the forest nervously.
“Yeah yeah. You’re such a worry wort. She just broke her arm. She’ll be back with a cast and sling tomorrow, with mom and dad.” Kelly replied, rolling her eyes.
“I thought your parents said to stay inside.”
“So? Who said we have to listen to them? They’re gone. Aslong as we’re back at the cabin by tomorrow morning, we’ll be fine.”
A rustle in the bushes behind them caught Venessa’s attention. She glanced up at the moon. It was full. In old horror films that bush would have been rustled by a werewolf, or insane killer like Jason from Friday the Thirteenth, or Pennywise the Clown from It. But those were only movies, right? Films made on the sets of Hollywood for those people who love the adrenalin rush. Venessa wasn’t one of those people.
Kelly followed her friend’s gaze to the bush and then the moon and giggled. She grabbed her friend’s wrist, and looked to her palm.
“Good, no pentagram.” She teased with a little smirk.
Venessa tugged her wrist from her Kelly’s grip with an icy glare. If looks could kill… She looked to her palm and tilted her head.
“Pentagram? Why?”
“’Nessa, you need to watch more of late night Movie Central. Didn’t you know, a pentagram on your palm means you’re a werewolf’s next victim?”
Kelly chuckled and continued walking, not surprised to see Venessa at her side, glaring at her angerly.
“What about that rustle? What if it’s like a rapist? Or a murderer? Or something like that.” Venessa worried, resuming her fearful glances about the forest.
It could be some rapist who liked younger girls or boys a little too much. He’d take them back to his cabin and continue with touching them in inappropriate places, and then one of them become pregnant with some phsyco’s kid. Or a murderer, who’ll come out with an axe and chop off Kelly’s head before taking Venessa back to his cabin and torturing her until she bled to death. Atleast, in Venessa mind that is.
“Vanasssa, there’s four cabins here. One’s ours. We know the group in one of them. One of them holds some old vacationing couple, and one of them holds that hott guy and his mom and grandfather. What are the chances that any of those are rapists or murderers?†Kelly commented, giving her friend what family friends would call the ‘Gregory Look‘.
“But what if it’s like Scream when someone that we know and is our friend decides they’ll come and kill us?” Venessa asked, with a little pathetic sniffle. If it weren’t for her persuasive brother, she woulden’t of seen all these d**n slasher films, and she woulden’t be so nervous this very moment.
“It was the wind, ‘Nessa.”
They continued, and Venessa glanced at her watch. 12:36 AM. They were late. They were supposed to meet those kids by the lake at 12:00 AM, to see something really ‘cool‘.
“We’re late. Maybe they already left. Let’s go back.” She suggested hopefully.
“No. They’ll wait.” Kelly replied impatiently.
What if they were the killers that will lure them to some secretive place that’s so ‘cool’ and stabbed them to death? What if some killer has already killed them? Vanessa’s mind raced.
“Let’s go back.” Vanessa whined, turning stubbornly back in the direction of their cabin. She stopped, stunned. A gigantic Newfoundland dog stood a little a bit away from them on the trail, silloutetted on the moon. “Kelly?”
“What are you worrying about now, whimp?” Kelly sighed, turning about but freezing in her tracks when she spotted the dog. It was large, but looked friendly enough. To Kelly, that is. “It’s only a dog.”
Kelly crouched down, holding out her hand for the dog to sniff, “Come here, puppy.“ She called.
“Kelly, don’t do that,” Vanessa said, back up a step, “Let’s just go home.”
Maybe going home was a good idea, for the dog gave out a sharp bark, which descended to a low growl. The beast stepped forward, but Kelly remained where she crouched.
“Come here, puppy. It’s alright. We’re no threat.” Kelly cued.
The dog gave a snarl, his fangs gleaming in the moonlight.
“Let’s go, Kelly!”
“It’s okay, puppy.” Kelly made kissing noises, calling the dog.
That was when the dog ran on them, black fur caught in the wind. Kelly squeaked, getting up and running after Vanessa, who was already far ahead, taking a corner that would take them back to the house.
She felt the dog’s jaws sink into her left thigh and she cried out, falling to the ground.
“Vanessa!” She screeched, pulling away from the dog, only seeing a red sheet of pain. If she could seeing through shut tight eyes, she would of seen Vanessa stumble back, whacking the dog over the head with a stick.
But she felt the jaws lose grip and head the dog fall back, stunned, and Vanessa’s hand grab her own. Next thing she knew, her eyes were open and she was standing, and soon limping back to the house.
“I told you so.” Was all Vanessa said, 15 minutes later when they came back to the cabin.
But the dog was waiting outside.
[/size]Haven
Chapter 1
‘ “Deeper! Deeper!”
Haven’s shovel hit the dirt, sending the excess retreating over his shoulder. Tears streamed down his young face, tears of shame.
“Deeper. Deeper!”
This time Jennifer’s high-pitched voice turned into a fit of giggles. When she received a cold glare from her victim of taunts, her giggles turned insane.
“You don’t want to get caught now, do you Haven, dearie?”
He returned to his job, ignoring the teasing from his ‘friend’ above. The birds chirped cheerfully as if nothing out of the ordinary happened this day. What a lie they told. Little did they know of the betrayal that happened exactly an hour and sixteen minutes ago.
Deeper. Deeper.’
Haven awoke in a cold sweat. Just a dream. They were only dreams. They always will be dreams.
“Memories don’t lie, darling.”
Jennifer’s voice echoed through the lonely basement.
Chapter 2
“Do you think Rachel will be alright?” Venessa asked, glancing around the forest nervously.
“Yeah yeah. You’re such a worry wort. She just broke her arm. She’ll be back with a cast and sling tomorrow, with mom and dad.” Kelly replied, rolling her eyes.
“I thought your parents said to stay inside.”
“So? Who said we have to listen to them? They’re gone. Aslong as we’re back at the cabin by tomorrow morning, we’ll be fine.”
A rustle in the bushes behind them caught Venessa’s attention. She glanced up at the moon. It was full. In old horror films that bush would have been rustled by a werewolf, or insane killer like Jason from Friday the Thirteenth, or Pennywise the Clown from It. But those were only movies, right? Films made on the sets of Hollywood for those people who love the adrenalin rush. Venessa wasn’t one of those people.
Kelly followed her friend’s gaze to the bush and then the moon and giggled. She grabbed her friend’s wrist, and looked to her palm.
“Good, no pentagram.” She teased with a little smirk.
Venessa tugged her wrist from her Kelly’s grip with an icy glare. If looks could kill… She looked to her palm and tilted her head.
“Pentagram? Why?”
“’Nessa, you need to watch more of late night Movie Central. Didn’t you know, a pentagram on your palm means you’re a werewolf’s next victim?”
Kelly chuckled and continued walking, not surprised to see Venessa at her side, glaring at her angerly.
“What about that rustle? What if it’s like a rapist? Or a murderer? Or something like that.” Venessa worried, resuming her fearful glances about the forest.
It could be some rapist who liked younger girls or boys a little too much. He’d take them back to his cabin and continue with touching them in inappropriate places, and then one of them become pregnant with some phsyco’s kid. Or a murderer, who’ll come out with an axe and chop off Kelly’s head before taking Venessa back to his cabin and torturing her until she bled to death. Atleast, in Venessa mind that is.
“Vanasssa, there’s four cabins here. One’s ours. We know the group in one of them. One of them holds some old vacationing couple, and one of them holds that hott guy and his mom and grandfather. What are the chances that any of those are rapists or murderers?†Kelly commented, giving her friend what family friends would call the ‘Gregory Look‘.
“But what if it’s like Scream when someone that we know and is our friend decides they’ll come and kill us?” Venessa asked, with a little pathetic sniffle. If it weren’t for her persuasive brother, she woulden’t of seen all these d**n slasher films, and she woulden’t be so nervous this very moment.
“It was the wind, ‘Nessa.”
They continued, and Venessa glanced at her watch. 12:36 AM. They were late. They were supposed to meet those kids by the lake at 12:00 AM, to see something really ‘cool‘.
“We’re late. Maybe they already left. Let’s go back.” She suggested hopefully.
“No. They’ll wait.” Kelly replied impatiently.
What if they were the killers that will lure them to some secretive place that’s so ‘cool’ and stabbed them to death? What if some killer has already killed them? Vanessa’s mind raced.
“Let’s go back.” Vanessa whined, turning stubbornly back in the direction of their cabin. She stopped, stunned. A gigantic Newfoundland dog stood a little a bit away from them on the trail, silloutetted on the moon. “Kelly?”
“What are you worrying about now, whimp?” Kelly sighed, turning about but freezing in her tracks when she spotted the dog. It was large, but looked friendly enough. To Kelly, that is. “It’s only a dog.”
Kelly crouched down, holding out her hand for the dog to sniff, “Come here, puppy.“ She called.
“Kelly, don’t do that,” Vanessa said, back up a step, “Let’s just go home.”
Maybe going home was a good idea, for the dog gave out a sharp bark, which descended to a low growl. The beast stepped forward, but Kelly remained where she crouched.
“Come here, puppy. It’s alright. We’re no threat.” Kelly cued.
The dog gave a snarl, his fangs gleaming in the moonlight.
“Let’s go, Kelly!”
“It’s okay, puppy.” Kelly made kissing noises, calling the dog.
That was when the dog ran on them, black fur caught in the wind. Kelly squeaked, getting up and running after Vanessa, who was already far ahead, taking a corner that would take them back to the house.
She felt the dog’s jaws sink into her left thigh and she cried out, falling to the ground.
“Vanessa!” She screeched, pulling away from the dog, only seeing a red sheet of pain. If she could seeing through shut tight eyes, she would of seen Vanessa stumble back, whacking the dog over the head with a stick.
But she felt the jaws lose grip and head the dog fall back, stunned, and Vanessa’s hand grab her own. Next thing she knew, her eyes were open and she was standing, and soon limping back to the house.
“I told you so.” Was all Vanessa said, 15 minutes later when they came back to the cabin.
But the dog was waiting outside.
This is not my Life