Original Stories Fan Fiction ❯ Seven Stones ❯ A Begining ( Chapter 1 )

[ T - Teen: Not suitable for readers under 13 ]

It was a rather dark and dreary night upon the fair city. Darkness hovered heavily upon the ground and enveloped it into an oblivion of its own. Twas once summer where the trees were full and the air brought you warmth and comfort, but alas that has been turned down, for something of a rather bleak nature all on its own. Nor did the factories in town help out at all, spewing their smog across the city, thickening the darkness and blurring the path and roads of the city. What was once lively is now dead, dead to the eyes, dead to the touch, dead in the cold.
However, the people scuttled about busy of their free lives. One not caring what happened to the other. After all what was it to their concern of what another was doing? It was pointless to ask because it was pointless to know. But alas, they had a sense of security, pulling their hoods tightly down over their face to protect themselves from the harsh, cold wind that blew. They felt for a moment as if they were invincible, after all they were in public, one would be stupid to commit any acts against nature with so many witnesses abound.
Unbeknownst to the people, the shadows and alleyways held dark and mysterious secrets, that would shake the nerve of any man. Here is where we find fear. Here is where we find all sense of security lost, and one shudders at what can be done here. Men run through these alley ways in fear of losing their lives. Women run through in fear of losing their bodies to someone's perversions. And the kids? Oh the kids dare not even stroll near the alleyways, in fear that they will never be seen by anyone again.
The 'pit-pat' of someone running is a distant noise to the people who stayed away from the "darkness" of the city. Alas, that noise is too much of a common one. For it plays as part of the symphony of fear. The melancholy drone leading up to its conclusion. A bleak end. A woman darts in and out from behind dumpsters, around corners, hurrying, sprinting, going as fast as she can. Her blonde hair flowing in the wind with great speed, fear in her eyes. "What did I just see? Could it be true? NO! It simply defies all logic! But why am I running than?" These thoughts darted through her mind as fast as her legs were carrying her.
Her eyes grew wide with fear and teary-eyed at what she just saw. There she was simply minding her own business, walking down the alleyway to escape the bustling atmosphere of the city. She didn't like the feeling that overcame her and she looked around nervously, but she figured this was better than dealing with people's attitudes. The fine, thin red lips she had grew chapped as the wind blew harder so she pulled the scarf around her tighter as she walked behind an Italian restaurant near the dumpster. There is where she heard a rather disgusting "slurping" noise.
She closed her eyes for merely a moment, resisting against all temptation to look behind the dumpster. To her dismay she did, and what she saw frightened her to death. There behind the dumpster was the body of a dish boy that was in the mist of most likely throwing out the trash. The body was torn up, bloody, the uniform shredded and chunks of skin missing, but that wasn't the scariest part. For what was most terrifying was the "human-like" creature standing over the body. The creature itself was pale of skin with lil hair on the head, bloody holes where flesh and bone should be, and a bloody eye with the other missing. Its gnarly claws slashed at the flesh of its prey, and shoveled hunks of bloody meat into its mouth, devouring what it could and slurping veins and arteries through its teeth. The woman let out a horrified scream as she fell back on her ass and clutched to her purse.
At once the creature stirred and looked onward at the woman. Once she was sighted the creature moved its scrawny body over its past victim to her. It was live prey once more. The beast opened up its cracked jaw to unveil jagged and few teeth as it let out a sound that was not of this earth, at that the woman managed to find what strength was left in her legs to get up and run, and so the creature pursued her, after all the thrill of the hunt was on.
It seemed like forever she was running and running, yet she couldn't find a way to escape the alleys. Twisting and turning they led her around and about for what was minutes, but to her it seemed like hours. She looked behind her eventually and saw nothing behind her, the thing seemed to have stopped chasing her, or so that is what she told herself. The woman turned around and fixed herself up, brushing off the dirt that managed to get on her clothes. Than she stared back for a moment still getting the nervous feeling that this was not done yet, but there was nothing there so of course it was over, placing a hand over her chest to ease her breathing she turned around to leave the alley.
It was at that very moment the creature made its move, leaping from the top of the building down upon the victim below it. She was walking quietly until she felt this shadow overcome her and she looked up at the last moment and saw what was going to happen to her. There was nothing she could do, nowhere to run anymore so she held up her hands over her face and screamed lightly for what would possibly be the last time she ever made a noise. At that time though a gunshot rang out over the alley and the creature did not make it to her, but its head was blown clean off and the body flew off to the side crumpling against the side of a building and turning itself into dust.
"What just happened?" was all the woman could think of saying. She looked around trying to figure out where that bullet came from. But most importantly "Who shot it?" Soon enough her question would be answered. As she moved her eyes to the end of the alleyway there amongst the steam could be seen the shadows of someone walking towards her. The soft clunking noise of boots could be heard clearly as this person merged forth from the shadows, the brown boots clunking against the cold, damp pavement. When our "hero" came into full view the woman couldn't help but contort her face into a rather unbelievable look, unbelievable specifically because of what the "hero" was wearing.
There he had on some rather tight pants, that would be rather "form fitting" to say the least. Did they go with the big brown boots he wore with them? That would be up too ones discretion. For a shirt he wore one of those fancy shirts you put under tuxedos with the fluff in the center. Why would anyone wear those except for fancy occasions? No one knows, but he didn't care. His long brown vest hung loosely from his shoulders, as his long flowing blonde hair curled and tipped at the edge of his pants.
Her eyes immediately darted to his hands to see the perfectly shiny and well kept 6 shot revolver that was smoking. She looked up slowly at him staring into his blue and red eyes. "Blue and red? What?" her eye twitched in disbelief at what was seeing. Lifting a finger slowly she pointed at him. "You.....Did that gunshot come from you?"
He would stop cold in his tracks when she pointed at him. "Hm?" Looking around casually to see if anyone else was around. "Ummm one would assume so," Lifting up his gun he shows her the smoking barrel "Smoking barrel and I'm the only one else here" Twirling the gun around casually on his finger he slid it easily back into the holster and placed a hand on the back of his head "So most likely that would pin point me as the shooter."
"Eh?" She was still in quite disbelief. "You? It was you that shot came from?"
At that he was forced to just lull his eyes around and give off a sigh of hesitation "Yes...yes it was me, any 'thank-you mister for saving my life'?"
The woman coughed into her hand slightly. "Yes a thank-you is very much in order but if you don't mind I’m a bit shaken up" And a rather uneasy smile crossed her face "As you just saw I was about to get mauled by some rather ungodly creature"
"At that you were"
Her voice heightens slightly, "And than I get saved by some guy who looks like a cowboy trying out for Broke Back Mountain"
At that he slumped his head and muttered, "Why does everyone make fun of the way I dress?"
Backing up slowly the woman kept her hands up, not knowing what this man may do to her. After what just happened she wasn't in any mood to trust anybody. "So if you don't mind...I....I...I think I’m just going to go now." Her fingers move to point in the direction she's heading in and than without a notice she just takes off running again.
Cupping his white-gloved hand over his mouth he shouted "The names Jaliard! Thanks for asking!"
Once she was out of his sight he leaned up against the wet wall of a building and slid down into a sitting position. Placing his hands on his knees he rested his head on his hands. Rather quite annoyed with what just happened he placed his head into his hands. "They never seem to say thank-you anymore."