I've got a story I'm working on. I'm at chapter 3 and I'm still working on it. I'll post the first part of it here for y'all to read. If so much as one person comments saying that they like it, then I'll post the rest of what I've written and then post as I'm in the process of writing. Well, I'll spare the boring talk and post the first section:
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Love and Power
1.Safe?
1.1 The Beginning - Ember
The wind whistled furiously in my ear and I pushed my black feathery wings to their limit - flapping them rapidly in the air, creating vortexes of pressure to propel me forward faster. I was traveling at speeds that would make a Ferrari jealous - hot on the trail of Revenant. Miniscule metal balls on the chain around my neck clinked against each other, the heaviest area whipping the rest of the necklace around in the air currents. The heaviest area - in relativity to the other parts of the necklace, anyway - was the device on the chain that I can use to create a spark.
You’d think someone would notice me flying around in the sky, right? That’s what I thought too, but I haven’t seen my face on front page news quite yet (not to say I haven’t tried).
Picking up speed, I could now make out a few of Revenant’s features. A thick whistling noise boomed in synch with each flap of his jet black leathery wings piercing the air. With a huge burst of my wings and a grunt of effort, I gave myself one last push forward then pulled my wings in close to my body, cut through the air and was suddenly right on his tail. Literally. The tip of his tail fit easily in my clawed fingers, making the job of yanking him towards me nearly effortless. With a swift swing of my right arm, my claws caught the edge of one of his wings - ripping holes in the delicate skin. He snarled and glared into my eyes. Piercing blue eyes the color of a cloudless spring sky which were set under heavy, yet thin black eyebrows. Short, wild hair the same jet black of his wings. Fangs and claws which rivaled mine in length. A long, muscular body that resembled that of a swimmer’s. A rugged, weathered look that tells a hundred stories, mesmerizing and repelling all the same. That was Revenant. He was like me - hated by everyone except for others like him.
He whipped his body around and, wrenching his jaws open, jutted his head towards my forearm. I shifted away and elbowed him square in the nose. He grimaced and his tail twirled behind me and caught me around the waist. I hated that. I had faced dozens of enemies, but I still couldn’t defend from tails yet. That was the one thing characteristic to a majority of my race that I didn’t have, thus I knew next to nothing about how it works - the closest thing to it that I had was a whip-like weapon with barbs every few inches, which I pulled out from its holster on my thigh and whipped it at him. His head snapped away from me and when he turned to look back at me, a thin line of blood appeared on his cheek, ran down his face to his chin and dripped off towards the earth. My lungs filled with air as the pressure around my waist disappeared and, with a furious flap of his wings, Revenant shot to the ground below. Like a hawk chasing its prey, I followed him.
When I was close to him I let out with another strike from the whip. It wrapped around his ankle and held tight. I wrapped the other end of the whip around my hand a couple times and yanked him towards me. He stopped flapping his wings and flipped his body around to face me, waiting for me to come for him. I took his chance. With my free hand I grabbed the chain around my neck, flicked the switch and let go with a blast of fire - aiming it straight towards Revenant. His wings slammed together and extinguished most of the flame but also sent him plummeting faster towards the sidewalk, taking me with him. I burst through the sparks leftover from the flame and buried my claws into the soft skin of his stomach. I took a big chunk of skin between my long fingers and tore four thick lines across the muscle of his stomach. Blood spilled from his wounds and splashed onto my clothes. He coughed and more blood stained his lips. We were getting closer to the ground. Revenant’s eyes were fading to white.
“You’ll see me again, Ember - but for now, I’m gone.” He coughed. With that, he did his
de rigueur disappearing act: flecks of his skin fell off his muscles within seconds, and then his muscles did the same until only his skeleton was left - which proceeded to dissipate into dust. Then I found I was only a few dozen feet from the ground. I desperately tried to flap my wings, but I caught a bad wind and starting flipping madly towards the ground. The last thing I saw before I closed my eyes was the sidewalk barreling towards me - inches from turning me into a pancake.
And then I was floating. Suspended in midair. I opened my eyes slowly. Surely I was dead. Everything around me was in black and white, but it was also inversed - the normally light gray sidewalk was the color of charcoal, the sky was dark as well and all the dark buildings were bright.
A girl crept inconspicuously towards me from the shadows. She was dressed in all white - or probably black due to the inversed effect, or maybe it was actually white because I noticed her hands were up, so I supposed she was the one doing this, thus she wasn’t affected maybe? Confused? Me too. I was given the answer soon. She brought her hands down to her side and I was promptly dropped from about five feet in the air. I was quick to stop from falling on my ass with a quick make-shift parachute of my wings. When I looked back up, everything returned to normal. Well, sort of. The inverse effect was no longer there, but about seventy percent of all the color had been drained for as far as my eyes could see - which, if I haven’t mentioned it, is more than five times as far as the average human can see and much sharper.
The girl - who was in all black (I knew it!) - took a few unhesitant steps towards me. She was beautiful. There was a look about her gaze that hid that she knew more than she let off to know through her body language. A tight fitting black shirt showed off all the curves of her body (From what I could see, most of her was covered by a thick, black, leather jacket that stretched to her ankles). Slightly baggy, black pants with all sorts of chains and spikes slung low on her hips and threatened to show off her private parts (not that I would mind that…) - the weight of all that metal probably made gravity happy. Even her hair - long, grown all the way past her waist - was black. Her hands were in the pockets of her jackets, but I guessed the nails were probably painted black as well. Two lip piercings protruded between her lips and curved menacingly around each side of her soft looking black (of course) lipstick covered lips giving her the appearance of a snake - they’re called snake bites after all. Even her eyes - completely white except for the diamond shaped pupil in the middle - gave off an air of poison.
When she was only a couple of feet away from me, she scanned my entire body with an analyzing stare. She seemed to note every tiny thing about me - she noticed the odd things (ex: wings, fangs, claws, etc.), but she also seemed to see beyond that: she took in every scar, the stories hidden behind my eyes, the hatred I had faced.
There was a strange sense of understanding I felt from her - at least until she promptly turned around without a word or any other noise and started walking off as inconspicuously as she had appeared.
“Hey!” I shouted after her. She turned around slowly until she was facing me again. “Thanks.” Was all I could think to say. Her only reaction was a slight upward nod of the head - like a greeting to someone you know, but don’t want to get close to or open your mouth to greet. When I saw that she was about to turn again, I found my mouth opening again.
“What’s your name?” I asked. I flinched as her eyes appeared six inches in front of my face and I found that she had teleported directly in front of me. She tilted her chin up so that she was looking down her nose at me and opened her eyes slightly so that I could see red lines attacking her pupil.
“Venom…” She hissed - very snake-like. I would have thought it was cat-like had I not have seen her eyes. It was then that I was glad she spoke, because I caught a glimpse of two massive fangs that resembled that of a rattlesnakes’. She held her lips open long enough for a drop - of venom probably - to fall from the tip of her left fang. It rolled down the side of the metal piercing and soared towards the ground. I heard a sizzle and when I looked down, a hole in the cement had appeared and smoke spilled from it. For the first time I was able to see her shoes - black combat boots, there were three spikes on the toe and a chain draped across the tongue. Although her show of power was meant to intimidate me - or possibly scare me, I wasn’t too impressed. Sure it was cool and obviously dangerous, but she had just saved my life - she probably wouldn’t kill me only a few minutes afterwards.
“Venom, huh? I’m Ember. Pleased to make your acquaintance.” I said in a deep voice, sticking out my hand as a greeting. She looked down at my hand, then back up at my eyes, then down again at my hand.
She hesitantly took my hand in hers and shook it. Her grip wasn’t particularly firm, but it was strong. It possibly reflected her powers - unstable, but devastatingly powerful. I looked her up and down again.
“So…are there more people like us - with powers I mean - in this city?” I asked. She took an analyzing stare into my eyes.
“Are you blind?” She asked, her eyes hypnotizing my gaze.
“I guess I don’t pay enough attention. The only ones I know of use it to harm other people. I haven’t met anyone else who uses their powers for good.” I answered. Her eyes narrowed at me. “How am I supposed to be sure that you’re a good guy - I mean - girl?”
“Oh, I don’t know. Maybe the fact that I just saved a stranger’s life.” She rolled her eyes, which looked really strange since she had no irises.
“So, do you have a way I can contact you or anything?” I asked suddenly, not even realizing why. Maybe I felt I owed her a favor.
“Just say my name. I’ll find you.” She replied.
“I was talking, like, a phone number or something.” I suggested. Saying her name? That seemed an insane way to contact her. How would she be able to hear me?
“817-FUCK-YOU.” And with that, she promptly disappeared.
First impression - she seemed nice…
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