Day: 31. January 2012

They crawl into your heart and burn your insides.

They come from the pit where evil lies.

They show no mercy, compassion or kindness.

They feed on the weak, those with hunger and blindness.

They are the heralds of death,

The killers of joy.

They have only hatred for each girl and boy.

So run, run quick as the air.

For there’s Demons behind you, they bring only despair.

Dr Xavier stood at the window of the watch tower, hands clasped behind his back as he watched the two teens run, climb onto the boat and sail back to the mainland. He decided he didn’t quite care. He’d get 35 back, one way or another.

He heard the door open and turned to see three Guards stood there, a group of scientists and patients behind them. The Guard at the front of the group held a gun, and was pointing it at Xavier’s head.

“Your rule is over. We’re sick of you telling us what to do. These people, they are no danger. In your stupidity and blindness you killed two innocents boys and tore apart a family. You can’t hurt anyone…anymore”

“No…wait!”

BANG

Roux’s room. I haven’t been in here since I moved back to the old house. It’s just as he left it. Trophy’s on the shelf, tiny terrapins crawling along in their tank, the old stuffed giraffe with the lollopy neck sat on his bed.

On the particular day I had gone into his room, the sun streamed through the window, and dust particles danced in the sunbeams.

I love days like these. If I sit on his window seat and daydream for a while, I can almost feel Roux gracing me with his presence, so warm and welcoming.

I miss him a lot, but with each day that passes it becomes a little less painful.

Dr Xavier is dead now. The hospital was shut down and the patients sent to real places that could help them return to society normally.

Zak went away too. I’m not entirely sure where he is. He stayed for a few weeks, then one morning I woke up and he was gone. A note left on his bed.

“Hey Detroit.

I’ve left. Don’t ask me where I’ve gone, and don’t come looking for me either. It’s something us “cat-freaks” do. Like real stray cats, we very often leave. Guess we should’ve seen that coming, eh? Anyways…I want to thank you for everything you’ve done for me. Without you, showing me that the world isn’t as bad as it seems, I would’ve gone insane long ago.

Perhaps we’ll see each other again someday? And we can start over again. I promise I’ll never forget you, or Roux. I just want you to never forget me(:”

“Someday out of the blue

In a crowded street, or a deserted square

I’ll turn and I’ll see you, as if we always knew

Maybe we could start again someday soon…”

I treasure that letter to this day. Very often I’ll be walking in the big city and I swear I see Zak. But it is just a glimpse. A streak of wild dark blonde hair, two soft cat ears disappearing into a crowd of people. Sometimes, the glances last longer, and I see Zak, stood at the end of the street, a great grin all over his face, waving manically.

And then he’s gone, just a ghost of a smile still lingering in my mind.
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OMG trip down nostalgia lane :’) I LOVE “Someday Out Of The Blue” by Elton John. I love the Road To El Dorado. It brings back so many happy memories of when I was eight years old, when things were simple. 5 years on and it’s still my favourite movie(:

I may write a short story inspired by “Someday Out Of The Blue” Go listen to it. It reminds me so much of Detroit and Zak’s relationship (:
Thanks to all who’s followed this story so far(: It means so much to me. Keep writing! I enjoy reading ALL of your stories(:

Jade had fainted. She had taken one look at the picture and her eyes rolled back in her head and she collapsed. It had taken Patrick all his willpower not to throw up all over her. Their Mom could be dead or kidnapped! But he knew that they’d never find her in the woods so he decided the hotel was their only option. As he half-carried, half-dragged Jade through the undergrowth, bitter tears poured down his cheeks. He tried to imagine a world without his mother. They would be orphans then, as their father had been struck by lightning when they were two. He would only have Jade, and that’s why he would have to protect her as much as he could. For starters, getting them both out of this forest.

When he finally reached the hotel by dumb luck, it was almost two ‘o’ clock in the morning. Patrick was a nice, friendly guy with a happy-go-lucky attitude, but the situation was looking pretty desperate. They were two eleven-year old kids, one was unconsious and the other was almost dead with exhaustion and it was the middle of the night. It didn’t seem that things could get any worse, but they certainly did.

When they got there, the hotel was closed. Patrick groaned. It looked like they’d be sleeping inside the car tonight. As he pulled Jade over to the mercedes, something weird happened. The hotel door flung open and a loud booming voice called from inside “Come in! We have been expecting you!” Patrick didn’t want to spend the night in a car, but that voice sounded like bad news. After a minute, the idea of soft, warm beds won over, and he shook Jade awake.

“Hey, sis, wake up! The hotel’s open; we can have a great sleep.” It never occurred to Patrick that they might not let them have a room, with no money or parents, but he just assumed these people were friendly. How wrong he was. Jade woke up and looked around. “Where are we? What happened. . .” Her voice trailed off as she remembered the day’s events. “Mom? Did you find her?” Patrick shook his head morosely. “I’m sorry Jade.”

“I didn’t do that good,” Tyler protested waving his arms in defense. “I mean those guts were really clumsy and had no clue of where I was going to hit next so it wasn’t a challenge.” “Yeah well you still did amazing job,” the commander exclaimed looking out the window of Taco Bell while Tyler gulped huge bites of his three burritos. “MMMMYHIHIH,” Tyler tried to say as he ate three bites at the same time.

“What,” replied the commander confused. “Sorry I meant what’s our next mission?” Tyler asked. “Well let’s see,”He said looking over a sheet of reports from surrounding cities. “The Royal Bank Scotland was robbed last night so I’m sending you there.” “How am I going there,” he asked uncertain. “Don’t worry, that car outside will take you to an airplane,”He told me. “Capture the thief but no heroics, okay?” “Sure,” I replied reassuringly as I walked out of the door and into the car.

When we finally got to the airport Tyler was tired. Then he clumsy got past security, jumped on the plane, and fell asleep. He woke up to the sound of the loudspeaker,”We are landing soon Please exit calmly.” I murmured,” Stupid loudspeaker.” When the plane landed I jumped off and headed for a taxi. There was one with yellow striped body and black on the roof. It was the coolest taxi I have ever seen. I waved it over and told the English guy where I wanted to go. He nodded like   he understand what I said and took off. He went so fast I thought I died. H swerved between traffic taking sharp corners and going 60 miles over the speed limit. Then he took a sharp turn and we did a wheelie spinning off the side of a bridge.

Butterflies flying all around my little belly.
Flutter.
Flutter.
Flutter-by
Chills when I hear your voice.
Bump.
Bump.
Bump-I-Ty bump bump.
When I speak, your name interrupts my every word.
Baby.
Dear.
Sweet heart.
Lovey Dovey Bear.
If love only exists with you
Then I want to love forever

The grey mercedes pulled up to the old, creepy hotel. The front door opened and a plump, smiling woman stepped out. She called to her children inside the car. “Come on! It’s really not that bad, you just have to go inside.” The door opened slowly and an eleven year old boy stepped out, closely followed by his twin sister. They both looked extremely unhappy, and glared at the hotel as if it had commited some personal crime. “Why did we have to come here?” they whinged simultaneously, a habit they both had, the whinging and the talking-at-the-same-time. “Now, now.” their mother said patronisingly. “We’ll have great fun here. There’s a lake down the hill where you can go swimming, Patrick, and Jade, I hear they have a magnificent library inside!”

Patrick started heaving their heavy gear out of the boot. “Any chance of you helping at all?” he wheezed to Jade. “Not really.” she said, examining her fingernails. Their mother had an annnoying habit of wandering off and taking pictures when there was work to be done. But Patrick was practical and knew if he didn’t do it, nobody would. Suddenly, a song started playing and Jade fished her phone out of her pocket and answered it. “Hello? Oh, hi Emma! . . .Yeah, I know but at least there’s reception here. Remember that time when. . .”

Jade went off, chatting to her friend on her mobile, leaving Patrick by himself. He had nothing else to do, and he knew it would be half an hour before either of them came back, so he walked up to the hotel. The name on the front said’L'Hotel Fantome’. Patrick had no idea what it meant-he had never learned French- but it sounded cool. There was a looming, dark forest surrounding the hotel, which Jade had wandered into.The building itself was covered in ivy, and looked quite old. It wasn’t in very good condition, some of the windows were broken and most of the roof tiles were missing, but like it or not, this was his home for the next two weeks.

The lobby inside was dark, so he couldn’t see anything at all inside. He stretched out his hand dreamily to open the door. . .

Jade had been strolling through the woods, talking to Emma, when she suddenly heard a voice from behind her. “Jade! Are you okay? What happened?” She turned around and saw Patrick sprinting towards her. “Hellooo? I’m on the phone here!” she snapped at Patrick. “But. . . didn’t you just scream a moment ago?” Jade sighed and spoke into the phone. “Hey, Emma, can I call you back? Yeah, thanks. Bye!” She placed the phone back in her pocket and then looked at Patrick. “So what’s this nonsense about me screaming?”

“I heard a girl’s voice scream just there. I thought it was you and I came to help.” he said, his face as white as snow.

“Honestly,” said Jade, rolling her eyes. “When have you ever heard me scream? And if I was in trouble, the connection would burst up again, wouldn’t it?”

Patrick knew what she meant. Whenever one of them was in danger, a strange telepathic energy came between them and they could read each other’s thoughts for a few moments. It had first happened when Patrick was nearly hit by a car when they were six. He had briefly heard Jade singing a song in her mind. They had discussed it later on, but their parents hadn’t believed them of course. It had happened next when they were eight and Jade had met a bear while they were camping. She had been able to communicate with Patrick and tell him where she was. Afterwards, they figured out it only happened in dangerous situations. The last time the connection came was a few months ago, when their Mom couldn’t see through the snow and nearly crashed. They were sitting next to each other but it still connected them. Jade was right. If she had been in trouble, Patrick could’ve heard her thoughts.

“But if you didn’t scream, then who did?” asked Patrick.

“Maybe it was Mom.” suggested Jade.

“No, no. It was definetely a young girl’s voice.” Patrick’s eyes widened suddenly.

“What if Mom’s looking for us? She must have heard the scream too, it was pretty loud.”

“We better go look for her.” agreed Jade nervously. They started to walk deeper into the woods, calling their mother’s name. They had searched for twenty minutes before they began to get scared. “What do you think happened to her?” whispered Patrick anxiously. “I don’t know.” replied Jade, her voice just as soft. “Maybe she fell and broke her leg. Or maybe she got attacked by a wild animal. Or maybe -”

“Shut up!” hissed Patrick “She’s probably just looking for us as well. Don’t worry, It’ll be fine.”

But after another half an hour, things weren’t looking so good. They were now hopelessly lost and terrified.

“I told you we should have gone right back there.” muttered Patrick.

“No, I’m sure that would bring us back to where we started.” insisted Jade.

“Look, lets just head straight and eventually we’ll come out the other side!”

It seemed like a good plan, but was interuppted almost immediately. “Look!” cried Jade “I saw something over there!” She started running off to the left. “Hey, wait up!” Patrick called after her. Jade ran to the spot where she had seen the figure and started scanning the trees around her, looking for clues. A minute later, Patrick walked into the clearing. “Took your time.” said Jade without looking up. Patrick didn’t say anything, he just held something up for her to see. It was Mom’s camera. “Look at the pictures.” he croaked. Jade took it and started flicking through the photos. Scenery, wildlife, blah blah blah. Jade was about to turn it off until she saw the last picture.

It was a horrifying picture of a bloodstained axe.

6 Abby

My eyes snapped open and I could see the priest preaching the Lord’s Word. I was sitting in a pew in the middle of church and everyone except for some small children and bored teens were listening very intently to the priest. I stood up and genuflected before I exited the doors. No one even glanced at me as I would expect them to. I ran out and knew exactly where I was in the town and ran down the street. My moment increased impossibly fast and I held only one destination in my mind. Home. My view on the world changed completely and I found myself suddenly in my house. I just managed to stop before I ran into the fridge. I sat on the couch to figure out what just happened and came to the best conclusion I could think of. I’m a ghost. I must be able to teleport to places with only a thought. And if I can do that then I can also do other things like read peoples minds and walk through walls. I shut my eyes and thought about my room and when I opened my eyes I was sitting on my bed. Cool. I could hear foot steps coming up the stairs and saw my mom with a basket full of clean cloths walk past my room and head to hers.

“Mom!” I yelled at was about to run to her when a firm hand grabbed my shoulder.

I looked back and saw Patch shaking his head. My mom stopped dead in her tracks and cautiously walked back to my room. She looked around and stared straight at me, only to get teary eyed and walk away. Patch closed the door silently after she was long gone and turned back to me.

“Oh my gosh. She can’t see me can she?”

“No.”

“But she heard me.”

“No one can see, feel, or hear you unless they’re blood related or some special exceptions.”

“But why was she crying?” He frowned and turned on the t.v. He changed it to channel 6, the news and I saw my face.

“And in other news, today marks the day Jenna Beaux went missing 7 months ago. She was last seen at the iceskating rink and there is no trace to where she went or if she is even alive. I you have seen her please call the number on the screen.” Patch clicked the remote and the screen clicked off.

“I’v been dead for 7 months?” he nodded. “And today marks the seventh month anniversary?”

“Yes.”

“So that means today is what? August 17?”

“Yes.”

“I missed summer and school is about to start. And my birthday is in 5 days.”

“Yes. That is when you need to unlock the safe.”

“Oh joy. More information. Please explain.”

“It’s a little complicated.”

“Isn’t everything?”

“Your powers are the strongest on your birthday. That would be the best time to unlock the safe.”

“So you’re saying I have 5 days to figure out the riddle, make the keeper see me, and unlock the safe?”

“Yeah. I guess it’s not as complicated as I thought.” I sighed and sat down on the bed.

“Being dead sucks.”

“Nah. Not really. But there is one more thing you should know.”

“What?”

“If you don’t return to the living in 3 months. You will stuck as a ghost forever and never be able to go to heaven or the living.”

“Oh well that’s just peachy.” I groaned out loud and plunged my face into my pillow. “Can you give me the slightest hint to how or who for that matter is the keeper?”

“Just walk around town. See what your friends have been doing. Have a little fun being a ghost. You can do some pretty cool things. Just remember that you can pick things up but if someone sees you, all they will see is a floating object.”

“Yeah yeah, I’v seen the movies.” He disappeared again but I could tell he was watching what I was doing to make sure I won’t be doing anything reckless.

I looked at the clock. 12:30. Abby would have just got out of church. I thought intently on Abby’s house and opened my eyes to find myself in her yard, the same yard we had so many good laughs in, the yard where I broke my leg and she was freaking out so much that she passed out, the same yard where we shared our first ice cream cone. The door slid open and Abby walked out with a book in her hand and she pulled a table near the hammock so she could set her drink down somewhere. I wanted to call out to her so badly but she might hear me. She is terrified of ghosts and spirits and I would only make her shut herself in her room for a week with nothing but granola bars and a bible. She began to read but ended up shutting it within minutes and walked over to the side of a tree that grew in the corner of her yard. Carved in the side of it were the words ‘Jenna and Abby, Best Friends Forever.’ Every single year we would carve it again at the end of the summer as a reminder of how long we were best friends. It was only 2 years ago when we started putting Hunter in parentheses to show that he was our friend too. Abby looked at all of the carvings and a single tear fell down her cheek. She pulled out a knife and carved once again the words ‘Jenna and Abby, Best Friends.‘ but she paused when she was about to carve ‘Forever.‘ She shook her head and the rest of the tears came, as Abby threw the knife down and ran inside. I picked up the knife and wrote Forever in the bark.

“I promise, Abby. I’ll come back.”

Carla licked her lips. If she killed this guy, a few things could happen. 1. She could get rewarded by the Mafia for stopping this thief. 2. She could end up dead for letting him in in the first place. Or 3. She could hope nobody heard the shot and continue as if nothing had happened. She inclined to go with option two, when the man spoke. “Please don’t kill me! My mother is going to die! I need to save her.” Carla didn’t really care, but then she had an idea. “Yes? Well, where does your mother live?”  “In Ireland,” said the man “She only has two weeks to live.”  “So you have a Visa if you’re going to Ireland, yeah?” asked Carla. “Y-y-yes.” stuttered the man. Carla smiled widely. One of the reasons she hadn’t  escaped from the Mafia was that she had no Visa to get to her home country of Spain. In fact, her real name was not Rogers, but Rodriguez but the previous one was easier to say for these slow-minded Russians. “Okay,” said Carla happily “Here’s the deal. I don’t pull the chain on you, and you take me to Spain.” It wasn’t much of a deal for Paul. If he said no, she would probably kill him. “Fine.” said Paul somewhat reluctantly. “I’ll bring you along. My name’s Paul Kane. What’s yours?” The woman looked insanely smug. “Carla.” she smiled. “Carla Rodriguez.”

They escaped from the HQ rather easily, it has to be said. It seemed that all the mobsters were shooting people, or playing poker or both at the same time. Paul didn’t know what they did, and if Carla did, she didn’t stop to tell him. She was rather pretty when she wasn’t  holding a gun to his head, Paul reflected. He liked the way her long hair fell down over her shoulders and at one point he caught himself dribbling all over his chin.  He had stopped at once, but the embarrassing memory remained. They had climbed the stairs out of the cellar, and had come to a long corridor with a few rooms on either side. he could hear laughter coming from behind the doors and Carla motioned for him to be quiet. They crept along the wall silently, and they had almost reached the end, when Paul sneezed loudly. There was instant silence from the rooms, and Paul could practically see them reaching for their guns.

“What do we do?” he mouthed at Carla. “Run!” she yelled back. So what do you think they did? They ran.

If you’ve ever been chased by gangsters through an unknown building in Russia two weeks before your mother is due to die, you know it’s not as hard as it sounds. Carla knew the way, and they were out of there in no time flat when they were running at top speed. They emerged in a dark alleyway, with the moon shining bright in the sky. How come it’s still night?  wondered Paul It was night when I left, the house and I fell asleep for a while! This sensation is known to us time-travel experts as ‘time lag’, a very rare occurrence where the victim is confused on which time zone s/he is.