EDIT: I just picked up a random teens’ book at the library, flipped to a random page, counted the words on each page, and the pages in each chapter. There were about 200 words per page, and 6 pages. 1200 words. Seems like I’m in the right range O.o Teens’ attention spans don’t last that long, do they?
Told you it was going to be a double post! *Laughs*
The entire thing (the story part) is a healthy 1551 words, and yes, even if chapter 3 is going to have 7000-10000 words in it, I think it would be more gratifying if I post in smaller increments. You get to read more often, and I get moar feedback and feeling of accomplishment yes?
Now, I’m a teenager, therefor, I spew profanities as naturally as the word ‘the’, but I think it adds to the humor. *turns chin upwards*
Orange pudding pagebreak!
Strange Normalcy; Strange of the First Water (Part one)
Today. Was. Not. A. Good. Day.
And it is yet to be 9 am!
I’ve had water dumped on me, blinded, shoved around and pushed into a fountain.
Oh, oh, someone is going to die a horrible, painful, drawn out death.
A bell sounded, and somewhere, distantly, far, far, far, away, the rumble of hurrying footsteps echoed through the emptying halls.
What great joy; I’m late. I hate life.
I’ll bet a pretty penny that it hates me back too.
Pissed off aplenty, and more sodden than a drowned chicken, I stalked to the nearest building, not noticing anything around me. Yes, that was smart, and that was probably also how I got lost, but in any case, that is not the problem! Well, actually, it is, but, ohhh- forget I even said that.
And wham! I walked nose first into the nearest tree. Nearest! Gods- wait, stop right there, they’ll hear me- but, really, can’t I take two steps (well, actually, nine steps) without having some type of misfortune befall me. Really, it’s not fair! Fate is laughing now, isn’t he?
Heaving a sigh, I peeled, yes, peeled, myself off the tree, rubbing the sore spot with fingers surrounded by water, only to pull it back and see it tinted red.
Lovely. I’m bleeding, from crashing into a tree. Honestly, how fast was I walking? It can’t be normal to get bloody from walking into something. I buried my fingers into my hair. Those idiot brothers of mine would laugh until their stomachs burst! Pick up whatever spilled, and keep right on going!
As if fate wanted to mock me, a loud, deep laugh filled the air, ready to give that idiotic brother that I unfortunately had a piece of my mind, and a zap of magic, before I remembered that there shouldn’t be any annoying brothers to maim in this place. But knowing them, they would probably find a way through the security barriers for the sole purpose of mocking me.
Now that we’ve had that established…
I unleashed a small wave of wind magic, the pressure from condensing so much air whipped my hair up (and sometimes into my face, but releasing the spell just to brush it from wherever it got stuck just wouldn’t be cool) and the swirling mass of energy was sent flying toward whoever it may be that dared to laugh at me. The sneaky bastard…
“Woah! Dangerous, dangerous!” Crap. I knew that voice, and even though there was only one very short memory attached to it, I can’t say that I would enjoy whatever his presence deemed to bring me. I’ll even put this idiot in the category of other idiots that I’m forced to deal with at home. Joyous occasion isn’t it?
I sighed, deeply, breathe in, breathe out, in, ou- “Hey, it’s the short kid! What are you anyway?” I could feel my eyebrow twitching. Must-resist-urge-to-turn-idiot-into-mincemeat… (Oh boy! Idiotic mincemeat! Note heavy sarcasm.)
I opened my mouth to talk, only to find that, again, that stupid, stupid, boy had felt the occasion was great and cut me off again.
“You must be cutting class! Heh, I never pinned you for the sort.” He smirked, a mocking smirk, it was a now hated smirk, one that I had refrained from wiping clean off his face “Gutsy, skipping the first day eh?”
I ignored him, (or, made an attempt at it, anyway) bullying ones less fortunate is frowned upon, after all.
“Oh, or is it that the midget was too wimpy to even go to her first day of class?”
Screw the rules that say to not use offensive magic on The Majority, I’m taking this one down. It doesn’t really matter, does it? No one will miss this human. A ball of fire sprang forth to fulfill my command; after all, fire does more damage than wind does in the long term.
With the intention of letting the stupid human suffer before turning into a charred mass of stupid, the now more-than-proverbial ‘big ball of fire’ was flung toward the grinning idiot, gaining size as it went.
Closer and closer it flew, and the heat scorched the earth, burned the trees and heated the air, flying true towards its target until said target performed some miraculous jump-flip-spin-running-for-one’s-hide out of harm’s way! Now that’s just not fair! Really, what is this guy, a ninja?!
And I barely got a funny expression out of it! Tch, slight bugging of the eyes, and draining of blood from the face refuse to fit into the book of funny expressions of horror! Where’s the screaming like a little girl? The eyes falling out of their sockets? The extreme jaw slacking?
I feel… cheated…
So, so, so cheated out of my entertainment.
I loathe life; I hope it gets eaten by fanatical starfish. Go forth, my minions; AND TAKE OVER THE WORLD. (Yes, that was a caps lock moment, as it was a very loud mental screech that left my mental ears ringing. It would leave your ears burst if I let it manifest into something of the physical world.)
Let’s try that again.
I hurled a second, then a third, but not even one seemed to even get close to the ninja-boy. Frustrated out of my hair (and wits) I forgot what little restraint I gained and let loose a fire swirled tornado that tore through the ground with terrifying speed, ripping anything its flaming tendrils could find, and adding fuel to the inferno.
It grew; a great funnel that was thoroughly unstoppable. Or, at least, that was what I thought. I had confidence in bundles, but those delusions were shattered when a frozen gust swept across the newly formed clearing, cutting coldly (no pun intended) into the heart of the fire-storm.
“What? Why is-!“ I was cut off, for the third time, I thought, by idiotic mincemeat feeling that the distraction gave him a right to go ahead and use a few of those ninja skills I had no doubt he held in his arsenal. But he was cut off by whispers of the crowd that gathered around us. I vaguely thought; since when the hell was class out?
“Oh wow, what happened here? It’s lik-“
“Kyaa! Are those the Rozencruz brothe-“
“Ohhh~ Look at that little gi-“
I lost it at the last comment.
“I’M NOT LITTLE!” then what was said before struck me, “wait, Rozencruz brothers?”
I looked at them in amazement. “Those two totally different people are… brothers?”
I had every reason to doubt and question! The ‘brothers’ were polar opposites! I mean, sure, the personalities are fine if they’re different, but… the looks are just ridiculous- not a single feature had any indication that they were even of the same species! It’s illogical! It’s impossible! IT DEFIED THE LAWS OF PHYSICS! More importantly, it denied the laws of sanity! What happened to science? What happened to genetics? What happened to disowning the child with the funny coloured hair?!
The annoying one with the ‘short person’ insults had dark, wine tinted hair, spiked up in a way only a pillow can achieve, and vibrant eyes the colour of the flames I tossed at him. His uniform was a mess, with the cravat loosened and falling off his neck, as well as the first three buttons on his dress shirt undone, and the outer coat flapping freely in the wind, she concluded that he was a typical I-was-too-lazy-to-bother-with-neatness type person. The type that said, “I got up today, don’t expect more from me.” It makes no sense that he hadn’t been shunned and expelled from this uptight school. I blame this on his ninja disappearing skills. (Note to self, steal those ninja skills a.s.a.p.)
In perfect contrast, the other brother, the more polite one, had hair the colour of moonlight, long strands tamed backwards into a low ponytail. Brooding obsidian eyes seemed to stare straight through whatever masks you hide behind, and peel away at the layers of your soul. What’s more, the severe uniform of black silk and silver embellishments had been transformed into a pristine, almost holy white and gold piece that seemed to set him apart. At first, I scorned the colours, how tacky, I had thought. I almost thought he was some kind of holy child to banish me to the depths of hell. Then, I thought about the almost deadly glare he sent to his brother, and thought; nah, can’t be right, if he’s related to that.
Heh, looks like they don’t like each other very much… Family disputes? The flame bitten cockroach has to have been the disowned one…
By the way, I must point out the designs for the uniforms are exceptional, they give anyone a figure!
“Oh Gods! Are they going to fight? Please tell me it isn’t so!”
“I would, but then I’d hate to be lying.”
Oops, looks like I missed a chunk of the present here, snickering, I decided that whoever was the last person to speak, I liked them already! Wait, fight? FIGHT? Go Ice Cube! DESTROY THAT FIRECRACKER!
I don’t care if you think I’m rude to label them like that, in my personal opinion, Ice Cube is better than He-who-has-an-icicle-up-his-ass and firecracker preferable to he-who-got-thrown-into-the-middle-of-a-bonfire yes? I’m glad you agree.
Ahahaha… *rubs head sheepishly* Its been a long time since I posted any sort of writing… hasn’t it? *gets dead fish thrown at me* I’ve even posted this on facebook before I got around to thinking about posting here… *gets lawnmowers thrown at me*
Less than Normal-
I couldn’t sleep.
The darkness stretched its tendrils into every corner of the spacious room, choking it with its long arms. Its fingers seemed to brush against silky skin, almost to wrap around the column and squeeze.
That wasn’t what bothered me.
Darkness was my element, its untouched areas used as an Eden for my times of need to escape, its dark clutches tempting with the uncertainty that is sure to come, intoxicating victims with promises that it would not keep.
Indeed, that was my element.
There was a dripping noise, a relentless rhythm like lost drops of rain that resonated through the room.
That wasn’t what kept me from my rest.
No, what prevented me drifting into dreamland was as oppressive as darkness and as relentless as the water.
It was louder than the oppressive silence of darkness, more patternless than the relentless taps of water.
It has become the bane of my existence.
It was that idiot roommate of mine’s snoring.
I bet this is revenge for pushing that dragoness out of her comfort zone. Jerk. (Well, actually, I wanted to say something to imply that she was a female dog, rudely, but I suppose that she could do much worse than my being placed with an annoying roommate. Maybe.)
Perhaps I should awake the sleeping thunder?
No. The last time I did that, it had not turned out so well. A- ah- colourful rainbow of words spewed forth from her supposedly delicate lips.
Indeed, not a pleasant situation at all.
I sighed and rolled onto my side, attempting to block out the snores with success that can be compared to waking up a dead stone. Yes, a dead stone, because just stone doesn’t cut it.
Speaking of stone…
I pulled the chain around my neck, sliding my fingers across the links until they came to rest on a large gem. Pulling the large stone by the clasp until it was drawn up into the moonlight, and the beautiful blue stone revealed a bright silver design, embedded into the gem by works of magic, depicting spells of ancient tongues. It gleamed with a strange purple shine, the light angling onto my face in violet patterns.
This stone, this simple stone –as beautiful as it is- held power beyond its looks, it was an unyielding lock, and I seemed to be without a key…
I twirled the gem between my fingers, staring as it streaked modified moonshine around the room. After what seemed an eternity, I wrapped my fingers around the jewel and tucked it back into place- under my shirt- and after a long while of watching the moon travel across the sky, I closed my eyes and fell into a dreamless sleep.
Morning came, and the dark shadows that were my reprieve scattered. I had woken much earlier than the sun, and the birds who decided that it was a good idea to sing seemed to stop as that nice little roommate of mine decided to wake and glare for all she’s worth at the stupid flappy animals. I really don’t think that she wants to be up, you know?
I flipped over on my own queen sized bed – yes, this school seems quite luxurious, but then again, I might just be getting special treatment, maybe.
I had come on a Friday, mostly because I didn’t want to start classes until I get my bearings and scout out the place, and this seemed a time good as any to ask my roommate to help me get oriented around this place, that was, after all, the only thing I can think of to ask her. It’s not that I’m antisocial or anything, quite the opposite, it’s just she’s not a morning person, at all. That glare of hers scared the magical daylights out of me.
No, I am NOT afraid of a normal human! Even if she wields a deathly glare! I refuse to admit that she scares me! I’m simply, um, cautious, yes, cautious is what I am.
After a few minutes of watching the girl with the creepy glare stumble around the room picking random things up – oh dear unholy god, what is that, and is it moving?– as she made her way to the bathroom. (I’m honestly surprised that she didn’t crash into the expensive decorative vases that were scattered around the room, or into some wall, for that matter)
A few minutes and several loud crashing sounds –possibly cracking sounds- later, she came out of the washroom in her full, sparkly glory, hair tamed into a side ponytail, and unhappy look replaced by a bright smile, and clothed in a baggy set of grey sweater and pants.
I was pulled out of the room by my arm after I asked her to show me the school, and REALLY, she damn near pulled my arm out of its socket, and oh hey, somehow, we ended up in the kitchen. Wonderful.
“Oh my! Who is this amazing little addition to your party?!” She stretched her hands towards me, and I took a step back, what is wrong with these people? Don’t you see the expression on my face that says ‘I DON’T WANT MY CHEEKS PINCHED’? She moved back, and ushered us toward the table, “oh, do hurry, all the food we made for you is getting cold! I wouldn’t want to waste the food!”
I stopped and turned to my roommate (who, I just remembered, I had not gotten the name of… Oh well.) “Haven’t you noticed that woman speaks in exclamations instead of sentences?”
She turned bright eyes towards me and made a mocking imitation of the kind woman. “No! Why would you ever think that! You are surely too rude to say such a thing!” Right here, I decided that, indeed, I like this person.
I placed my hand on her shoulder, and with serious eyes said, “I dub thee, my partner in crime.” And she had the gall to seem stunned for a moment, before bursting out in laughter that must have surely woken the dead and sent them running the other direction as fast as those skeletal legs can carry them.
Ahem! Moving on from that person (I still have yet gotten the name of)’s habits, I got a more than lengthy tour that was so damn long that I’m not even going to start to detail it. All I can really say is, this place resembles a castle, and honestly, I had a sudden chill, then turned and closed the window, sat there for a while, and when this chill came back, I decided to pretend this was all a horrible, horrible dream.
I opened my eyes; of course I see that idiot’s face. That meant two things.
One, this was not that nightmare I was hoping for.
More importantly, two, the stupid human is too goddamn close for comfort.
I scramble back. I don’t give a damn about my reputation. That girl scares me.
Hey, my partners in crime need to inspire fear in some way, right? Yes, of course they do.
She grins at me, and goes to open the window.
Dammit, the chill’s back, with a vengeance…
Ah, new story, well, not really, seeing as this is just because I wanted to procrastinate…and procrastinate…and keep procrastinating.. Yeah… I’m surprised that I haven’t found a way to procrastinate procrastination. =3
It was different, refreshing, even. No pressure, no worries of consequence, no eyes carving holes into your back.
More importantly, no expectations weighed down on my shoulders. (Although, I suspect that they still sag, mother had always berated me for having horrible posture)
I was free from that institution bent on sending sanity packing, over the hills and onto some raft in the Caribbean.
I envy it.
Hey, I might be glad to be free of that stupid place, but the first ‘quest’, and I use the term loosely, they sent me on had to be to this place full of loud, boastful, overbearing-
High school students.
Oh the horror, the agony, the- hey, does that person have a pair of cat ears? Wait, no, that was just an awesome hat, nevermind… And here I thought those teachers grew a semblance of a brain. Dammit.
Because, really, who would send someone who looked like a pre-teen to a high school? Gee, smart move there, teach. Or maybe its a some type of teacher made plan to torture me!
No? You don’t think so? Well, I don’t care, because I think so.
Lost in my sarcastic thoughts, I didn’t notice the person sneaking up behind me, intent to -oh, I don’t know, play a game of make-fun-of-the-short-person.
Ignoring your surroundings in potential enemy territory.. I’m a smart child…
“Hey kid!” I’ll walk away from that voice, I don’t like people that call me kid.
“What, are you scared or something?” Nope, I’m just scared of catching your stupid. I wonder if stupid is contagious? Ah, well, better safe than sorry.
“HEY MIDGET!” Oh no, the taboo word, this guy shall now enjoy hoards of starfish sent after him. Why starfish? Because they’re awesome, that’s why.
I whirled around to face to the potential victi- stop, lets not go there. But ohhh, I just wanna slap that arrogant smirk off of that face. Yes, a little closer, a little more… closer and-
I felt my fingers twitch, no, best not to start trouble before I knew more about the situation… However… I just want to take a pencil -oh my, there’s one on the floor right there- and stab, swipe, and anything else I can think of to do to the poor guy… Though I did laugh internally at the thought of him sporting a crudely drawn smiley face in place of his actual one..
Oh, oops, did I laugh out loud? It would seem like I did, what with all these random stares and whatnot being tossed casually my way.
Yes yes, pay no mind to the little girl laughing insanely in the middle of the hall way, nothing at all, NOPE!
I felt a hand come to rest on my shoulder, and I turned to glare at it, and followed it up to find a older woman, with kind features and typical round glasses smiling down at me, I suppose that this calls for a mood swing, I nodded to myself, yes, a mood swing would do me good right now.
I beamed a bright smile at the lady, and she decided that I’ve caused enough trouble for today and led me towards what seems to be an office.
Once the door shut with an unnatural click, her demeanour changed to one of a more mysterious quality, and her wizened features shifted into one more youthful. Neatly combed back grey hair gained a shine to make the strands gleam silver, and common greenish brown eyes lost the muddy colour and became a vibrant emerald, contrasting sharply with now smooth skin. Claw tipped fingers reached under the table (which also seemed to have changed in appearance) to retrieve two glasses, one of which she slid towards me.
With an extravagant twirl of my fingers, the cup filled with flame coloured liquid, at threat of my own against her display of power, a fire to her wood, it would do no good for this dragon to assume she can attempt to overpower me.
I could feel a slight smirk beginning to stretch across my lips when I felt the carefully reined in aura begin to bristle in agitation, obviously not taking kind to my oh-so-subtle -ah, warning. (I wouldn’t suppose that my looking like a twelve to thirteen year old helped much for her ego either)
She started to speak, although seemingly reluctant to do so, and I have a suspision as to why. It’s hard to bow your head and ask for help, especially for the dragonkin, and even more acutely, one on the borderline between the younger and older halves of their lives.
“It would seem..” She paused, obviously not wanting to voice her request, “that I require your assistance with the elimination of a threat form the underground of this institution”
Oh, by the way, have I mentioned that I’m a mage in training?