Post by Evlyn Montgomary on Jun 13, 2006 23:52:15 GMT -5
This was where I got the name Evlyn Montgomery ^^; It's work in progress, something I'm not quite good enough to write well, and I'm going to work on changing the POV to see if I like it more. nevertheless, here's the first bits, I have one more short chapter after this ^^
Part I: Awakening
(Chapter 0)
The young woman stumbled along the dark streets, clutching her side. Behind her, she could hear the search party drawing ever closer.
They come and they come and they come and they come.
Every time was the same. Every time she would run and run until she thought she would die from the pain that consumed her, pain that was nothing compared to what she would feel when they finally caught her. She prayed to any deity that could be listening to end it, end all of her pain and suffering, release her into blank nothingness, and she would have ended her life if she’d had any means to do it, but she’d never been given a blade with which to escape her misery.
Until now.
This time, though, she could see all of her options. She’d lived her whole life with the pain and suffering. Now, finally, it was their turn. She, however, would grant them the death they would beg her for
She smirked, and tightened her hand around her side, digging sharp nails into freshly scabbed over flesh and not even wincing as the bleeding started anew. The time, the place, and the means had finally presented themselves to her. She waited.
They were coming, coming, coming… And death waited.
( Chapter1)
Evlyn Montgomery snapped awake, shaking off all traces of the nightmare, and squinting around the dark confines of her room. Dark? She puzzled over it for awhile. Hadn’t she turned her reading lamp on before falling asleep, like always? Now, not even her night-light was on, nor the colorful flashes of television from her parent’s room. Another power outage, perhaps, and the cause of her nightmare.
Evlyn sighed, relieved, when a few of the lights flickered back on. It wasn’t that she was afraid of the dark, but the memories- not her own- that surfaced out of them. Those, and the dancing, laughing, yet somehow dangerous forms the seemed to live in the shadows…
She shook her head violently, trying to dislodge that thought process. It’s just my imagination, she assured herself, nothing more. But even so, the light stays on.
~
Evlyn rose from her dreamless sleep into the tangerine and cream luster on her white walls; the shine of the rising sun mixing with the dull light from her lamp. She smiled. This sight that always soothed her, even after the worst of her dreams, finding her on an already peaceful morning. It filled her with a type of hope for the coming day, which in turn reminded her…
“I’ve got to get to the mall soon! I promised!”
What followed was a search that could- at best- be called frantic. By the time the sun had fully risen, she had dressed, eaten, and strewn half of her belongings across the floor. The last on that list made her sigh, another thing to add to the growing list of things to get done. Like a reservation list at a fancy restaurant, really. Space clears up and things get done, the smaller the sooner, more important things get moved to the top and in the end, it all seems worth it. Anything’s better than being grounded, right? I just hope mom doesn’t find this mess before I get to it… she sighed
You should just stay home today, get some work done. A voice, a coldly quiet version of her own, chimed in. She ignored the voice, just a normal character for her, a product of her left brain. Or was it right? Evlyn had no idea, but she did know from psychology class that creative people have a habit of giving different sides of their minds mental voices. Both a scientific fact, and a good excuse. She laughed slightly, then glanced at the clock. “I’m gonna be late!” Without a second thought, she grabbed her headphones and purse, then dashed out the door.
Part I: Awakening
(Chapter 0)
The young woman stumbled along the dark streets, clutching her side. Behind her, she could hear the search party drawing ever closer.
They come and they come and they come and they come.
Every time was the same. Every time she would run and run until she thought she would die from the pain that consumed her, pain that was nothing compared to what she would feel when they finally caught her. She prayed to any deity that could be listening to end it, end all of her pain and suffering, release her into blank nothingness, and she would have ended her life if she’d had any means to do it, but she’d never been given a blade with which to escape her misery.
Until now.
This time, though, she could see all of her options. She’d lived her whole life with the pain and suffering. Now, finally, it was their turn. She, however, would grant them the death they would beg her for
She smirked, and tightened her hand around her side, digging sharp nails into freshly scabbed over flesh and not even wincing as the bleeding started anew. The time, the place, and the means had finally presented themselves to her. She waited.
They were coming, coming, coming… And death waited.
( Chapter1)
Evlyn Montgomery snapped awake, shaking off all traces of the nightmare, and squinting around the dark confines of her room. Dark? She puzzled over it for awhile. Hadn’t she turned her reading lamp on before falling asleep, like always? Now, not even her night-light was on, nor the colorful flashes of television from her parent’s room. Another power outage, perhaps, and the cause of her nightmare.
Evlyn sighed, relieved, when a few of the lights flickered back on. It wasn’t that she was afraid of the dark, but the memories- not her own- that surfaced out of them. Those, and the dancing, laughing, yet somehow dangerous forms the seemed to live in the shadows…
She shook her head violently, trying to dislodge that thought process. It’s just my imagination, she assured herself, nothing more. But even so, the light stays on.
~
Evlyn rose from her dreamless sleep into the tangerine and cream luster on her white walls; the shine of the rising sun mixing with the dull light from her lamp. She smiled. This sight that always soothed her, even after the worst of her dreams, finding her on an already peaceful morning. It filled her with a type of hope for the coming day, which in turn reminded her…
“I’ve got to get to the mall soon! I promised!”
What followed was a search that could- at best- be called frantic. By the time the sun had fully risen, she had dressed, eaten, and strewn half of her belongings across the floor. The last on that list made her sigh, another thing to add to the growing list of things to get done. Like a reservation list at a fancy restaurant, really. Space clears up and things get done, the smaller the sooner, more important things get moved to the top and in the end, it all seems worth it. Anything’s better than being grounded, right? I just hope mom doesn’t find this mess before I get to it… she sighed
You should just stay home today, get some work done. A voice, a coldly quiet version of her own, chimed in. She ignored the voice, just a normal character for her, a product of her left brain. Or was it right? Evlyn had no idea, but she did know from psychology class that creative people have a habit of giving different sides of their minds mental voices. Both a scientific fact, and a good excuse. She laughed slightly, then glanced at the clock. “I’m gonna be late!” Without a second thought, she grabbed her headphones and purse, then dashed out the door.
