I'm starting to write a story on WattPad
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Here it is so far, you'll probably be confused because I didn't right the intro thingy yet. Sorry bout that:
I stared down at the floor and took a deep breath. 'This better work..', I thought. I drew a pentagram on the floor in yellow chalk as creatures inside my house banged and pushed against the barracaded door. 'Every second you waste is a second you loose of your life-Or what's left of it.', I remind myself. I quickly grab my Jethurila blade and begin drawing symbols into the air. Hicksos. Saoqui. Vaxelon. Anything to ward the creatures off. None of it works. I smack myself for coming here unprepared. I should have known this would happen. "Crack!" Half the door breaks down. I panic. I look around the room. 'No windows. One door. Walls. And a floor.' An idea pops into my head. I pull out my Rethic axe and smash the wall. A gigantic hole follows the loud bang as part of the wall collapses. The door crumbles down. Immediantly jump through the small hole in the wall and fall 45 stories down towards hard cenment. 'Better than being killed by one of those things.', are the last things-words-I think before everything and everyone freezes. And then, there's darkness.
When I open my eyes, I feel an instant pain climb down my spine. I scream. I am chained onto a wall inside a brick chamber of some sort. I look around, seeing if there's anything I can free myself with. Then, I hear footsteps. "I told you that she was to be awakened when someone was in the room!", someone yells. "I-I'm sorry Master...", a second voice replys. "Sorry isn't good enough, Xavier! I should kill you for this! The girl might have escaped!" 'Xaiver- I know that name from somewhere'. The doors burst open. "My, my...Equinox. Lovely to see you. I thought someone like you would have been more prepared." I recognize the man that spoken. I remember him as Capricorn. He killed my family, whom of which, I don't remember. This was the man who ruined my life. And he's here to ruin it again. "The human race got the best of me. I would have been more prepared if, it weren't for the humanity that got into my head.", I respond glaring at him. My words were sharp. "Ah, I see. The Exmis are very easily disttracted aren't they? After all th-", I cut him off. "Shut up you Filthy Son of a Demon! Don't talk about my people that way!", My eyes pierce into his soul shattering part of it. He staggers back and moans in agony. Then he begins to laugh. "You are powerful, Child. You could have destoryed me. Yet, the humanity inside you wouldn't let you. Such a shame..." I clench my fists. 'He shouldn't have said that. He knows I can kill him in an instant. Now I have yet another motive.' "Well, I have things to attend to; Someone will be here soon to look after you. Don't try anything. You are being monitored.", he says and walks out of the room. I groan in frustration. The doors swing open as a young boy around my age walks in. "Allow me to introduce myself,", he begins,"I am Clark, your Watcher. I will be in here at all times. If you try anything, I will kill you with your own weapons. If you don't do what I say, I will torture you more. Basically, listen and no greater harm will come your way. I have many games planned for you, Equinox. They begin tomorow. I want you clean and beautiful. I cannot stand dirty and ugly girls. Any questions?" I stare at him. "You're such a little Demon. When, I kill you, you're going to burn in Hell. I swear my life on it.", I say. He laughs and mumbles,"This is going to be fun...".
The next morning I am given I new set of clothes and ordered to take a shower. I don't resist. After, this is probably going to be the nicest thing they ever do to me. Once I'm done in the shower, I take a look at the clothes and frown. Clark must have something...nasty planned for me. The shirt is a skin colored strip of smooth, silky, sheer, fabric. And the pants...Dear Heaven...Is just a loop with a strap in between. It's also skin colored too. I hear Clark through the door,"I'd like you to walk out wrapped in a towel; I must be surprised!" 'Here goes my dignity.', I think with a sigh. I put on the "clothes", wrap myself I a towel, and slowly open the door. "Oh, don't be shy! Come, come!", Clark says with a sly smile. He leads me into a small area. Looking at him more closely, I realize he is only wearing shorts. I frown again. "Why the long face, sweetheart? Someone shy? Oh don't worry. I have something that's going to make it all better.",he exclaims looking at my eyes. I glance down and look what's in his hand. "What? You afraid of a little needle?", he laughs. I knew what was inside the needle. A serum. One that would change my thoughts and/or actions. I shudder. He injects the needle into the side of my neck and smolders me against the wall. I can't move. I can't talk. His hands reach around to my back. He takes off the towel and strips of clothing I have. My mind screams,'Stop! Stop! No more! Away! Get away!', but there's nothing I can do. I have no control. My body moves the way he wants it to. I feel vunerable. Unsafe. Weak. Useless. My mind stuggles to get through.' I can't let him do this.' If he has full intercourse with me, I will become his wife. That's how the Exmits work. There's no going back. No divorce. Only if both people want seperation. He won't. The only thing I can use are my eyes. That's all I have control over. Hardly though. I try to open my eyes. After 5 minutes they finally do. His eyes are closed. 'Open your eyes. Open your eyes. Open your eyes!', I scream in my head. He must have sensed I have gained some control. He opens his eyes and looks into mine. I realize that all he wants is me. For me to love him. Not physically, but mentally and heartedly. He's trying to get me to love him. "Equinox..", he whispers. We hold eyes for a while. I don't fight, even though I've gained control. I find myself mumbling his name back. "I'm sorry.", he says," Go ahead and get dressed in clothes that you'd like.", He walks out of the chamber. Suddenly, I feel guilty. I push it away and look in the closet. I find an outfit much like my mother would wear. A loose vevlet blouse with a deep V neck, a pair of black skinnet jeans, and knee-high elf boots. I get dressed and put them on. Capricorn walks in. "You look like your mother. Bright one she was...Her death was sudden and was a so heartbreaking.", he says recalling the day of the War of Gifivel. I nod without looking at him. My mother was the best Exmis there ever was. And I was her daughter. The most valued daughter in all of Hallmith. "I know you wish to get away from here but, we simply want to protect you. And Clark just wanted to see you." I scowl. "So you capture me? You're not my father. You should have no concern over me!" I whirl around and pull out a blade I grabed before he came into the room. His face was struck with horror. He ran out of the room, and left me there confused and angry.
The next day, Clark takes me out for a walk. Telling me how he was forced to join Capricorn. He never wanted to. That he was afraid to be himself. He tells me that ever since he saw me fight during the War of Gifivel, he loved me. My swiftness, my stength, my love, my passion. Told me he just wanted me to love him. He wasn't sure how to make sure I did. His apoligetic voice rings in my mind. After an hour of walking he stops. "Why'd you stop?", I ask looking around. "Just look around very closely.", he says. Then, I see it. He brought me to Hallmith. The City of Glow is it's nick name. "Clark..How?" He smiles. "It wasn't far. Come on, lets go in. It's time you go home." We run to the entrance. The Guard asks us our names. Clark responds for us both," Clark HartinGale and Equinox FarStream." The Guard looks at us in shock. Then he smiles,"Welcome home, Princess of Hallmith!" He opens the gates. I run in. "Where do you want to go first, Princess?", Clark asks holding out his hand with a sly smile. I laugh.
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