Author: Chaos Seeker-Night Hunter PM
When you look in the Mirror what do you see? I see a Monster. A sadistic, bloodthirsty creature with glowing eyes and gnashing teeth. A Creature that at first is unrecognisable... Until I see my Face and realise; I am the MonsterRated: Fiction T - English - Adventure/Horror - Words: 2,915 - Reviews: 2 - Follows: 1 - Published: 05-27-12 - id: 3026441
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By Chaos Seeker-Night Hunter
Chapter One-Where it all began
The one word that would send shivers of horror up any sensible teenager's back. A torture we are forced to go through every five out of seven days of the week, the most truly terrifying thing to behold. Yet our parent's believe it is good for us. Did they even know how much anguish goes on within those prison walls? Seemingly not because they still return us even after their child wails about woeful tales.
Letting out a huff my head hit the car's window. My mother sent me an annoyed glance, displeased. Saying I hated school was an understatement, no it was more like I loathed it with every ounce of my very being, not that anyone cared about what I thought.
"I wouldn't have to chaperone you if you actually went to school," mum hissed, her narrowed eyes fixed on the road.
I turned my mismatched eyes to her weary form. The woman that I called mother was not biologically related to me but I'd called her that for a long time. It was quite easy to see if someone was to look at the both of us. She was short with a stern looking face but cheerful blue eyes. Her hair was a waterfall of liquid gold and she seemed to light up any room. The complete opposite of me, people seemed to get a kick out of comparing us.
"There was a genuine reason for those times," I repeated tiredly, "It's not my fault no one seems to believe me,"
She let out an aggravated sigh, turning a bit sharply into the car park, "Just stay in school this week Noël. We don't have time for this…"
My face twisted in a disgusted snarl, "You never have time!"
I shot out of the car, slamming the door before stalking to the cursed building. For a moment I thought mum would get out of the car and try to explain why, but the thrum of the car told me she'd left; leaving a thunderstorm to crackle above my head.
Fuck parents! Who needs them anyway?
People moved out of my way as I stomped towards our corner. A few laughed at jokes circling why I was angry. Recently it seemed I'd become the joke of the school, which annoyed me to hell. Aren't we teenagers supposed to be contradicting the image every adult seemed to have of us now? Because I seriously don't see it, nope not at all.
"Noëy!" one of my friends cried, her eyes lighting up.
"Eh… You came to school?" a lazy voice drawled.
I smirked, coming to a stop in front of the two. Sam -my first friend- was slumped on the ground, looking very much like he'd prefer to be in bed. His chestnut hair stuck up at odd angles but somehow managed to avoid dipping into his hazel eyes. The boy was lean and would have made an excellent runner if not for that monstrous lazy streak.
Beside him, bouncing like a puppy on caffeine was Macy. Macy was pretty much the exact opposite of Sam which worked quite well, seeing as those two had been going out as soon as they set eyes on each other. A match made in heaven I'd say. For all her childish quirks, Macy was a beauty; with shoulder length sandy hair, a voluptuous body and the deepest blue eyes I've ever seen.
Compared to them I was the oddball goth going on emo. Although I did love that my hair was naturally jet black but I was not really pale, I had a slight tan to my skin though some would argue that fact. With two strange coloured eyes, my left molten amber and my right dark violet, I was dubbed 'darkly exotic'; a fact that amused me greatly.
"Your mum finally force you?" Macy laughed, her eyes twinkling.
"What do you think?" I grumbled sourly, crossing my arms.
Sam chuckled and stood up, draping himself over his girlfriend. His uniform was a mess, the black tie halfway down his chest and the white shirt open enough to be called indecent. The blazer was currently missing in action, probably still in his bombshell of a room. Not that I could talk really. My uniform was bordering on non-existent even if I did have the blazer on. Skinny black jeans were only just allowed because they were black, along with the collared black shirt I'd found. The tie was wrapped around my upper-arm; I never did manage to learn how to tie them. Then there was all my 'accessories'; a leather collar and a delicate, silver chain with a pentagram charm. On my wrists were manacles, without the chain of course although I did have the chain for them floating about somewhere. Other then those the only other things were my piercings, my ears were covered and I had two rings on my lip, an eyebrow done and my tongue had been done recently.
The question of the day when I'd had those done; how is that legal?
"Must school exist…?" I let out a sigh and slumped onto the wall.
Macy scowled, puffing up her chest, "You should be proud of your school Noël. It's the place which determines the course your life takes! You shouldn't take it lightly,"
I raised my hands in surrender, sharing an amused smile with Sam, "I get it Miss Head Council," a teasing lilt entered my voice.
She grinned brightly at me, "Which doesn't save you from getting a detention off of me… Nor you Sammy," the sandy haired girl added in afterthought.
Her response was an explosion of whines from both us males, as we clamoured to explain that she should at least use her power in a better way. Alas, twas to be in vain.
"Remind me why you're my girlfriend?" Sam whimpered, nuzzling his mouth into the crook of her neck.
"Because I complete you," Macy answered primly, collapsing against him.
I rolled my eyes, used to their antics. This was an everyday scene for us, a scene that was soon to be interrupted. But who were we to know? I should have cherished all of this, the normalcy while it lasted but of course I was the one who yearned for more. What was to come… I could be blamed for the worst of it.
"It's a record. You lasted the whole day without being late to any class, causing a fight or managing to injure… anything!" my wild haired friend exclaimed, throwing his hands up in the air, "Are you coming down with the flu?"
"Why does that seem so abnormal?" I whined, raising an eyebrow, "Yes I seem to attract any and all misfortune, but it isn't that bad.
"Are you kidding yourself Noëy?" Macy laughed, snuggling into Sam's side, "There hasn't been a day when something bad hasn't happen to you ten times over,"
My response was a scowl, which set those two off into laughter. Grumbling to myself I held open the door for those two. I got the last laugh as Sam tripped and fell, bringing Macy down with them.
"Maybe it's your turn to get the bad luck," I mused, my eye twinkling at Sam.
"Fuck you!" he snapped playfully, helping Macy up.
"Sorry darling, you ain't my type," I winked at him.
Macy sniggered at her boyfriend's deer in the headlights expression. She always found that expression adorable, but it was so hard to get.
"Um, excuse me…" a quiet voice quivered.
I snapped my head to the left, surprised someone was speaking to us. After all, we weren't exactly the most approachably crowd. Imagine walking up to the stern head council woman, her protective boyfriend and the possible sociopath bodyguard. Be afraid, very afraid.
It was also because most people left as soon as school ended, and unlike us didn't loiter in the school's rarely used car park.
"C-could you help m-me find this st-street?" the young girl asked, looking like she'd rather run away.
My lips turned up in a grim smile at that thought. That would be all around the school tomorrow, scary trio makes twelve year old flee for her life.
"Eh… How'd you manage to get this far away from it?" Sam chuckled as the black haired girl stuttered out the street's name.
She ducked her head, raven locks falling shyly over her face. I grinned, the short girl was reminding me of a confused kitten; with her big green eyes and long black hair.
"Ignore this bonehead here," Macy smiled gently, "Bonehead here is Sam, I'm Macy and the epitome of cliché over here is Noël,"
"I'm Sora," she murmured, wringing her hands nervously.
"Contrary to popular belief, we don't bite," I interjected, quickly losing interest in the issue and taking the time to study the grey cement. It was surprisingly interesting. Who knew cement was shiny?
"I'm sorry about this!" Sora cried out and turned large, agonised eyes to our chestnut haired friend.
"What do you-?" Sam was cut off as the ground beneath us lurched up.
Macy grabbed desperately onto her boyfriend. Her face screwed up in panic. Sam clung onto her, giving the sandy haired girl comfort while he locked eyes with me. For a moment shared alarm passed between us.
The three of us cried out in alarm as the ground erupted in light. I slammed my eyes shut, a whimper crawling up my throat. Somewhere in front of me someone screamed. Macy?
The world spun and twisted, the disorientation making my stomach heave. It felt like my insides were being stretched, torn apart from each other. Oh god!
What… What is this?
A deceptive coolness spread through my limbs –were they mine? - Before a sweep of fire shattered the numbness. Something twisted at the back of my mind, lunging forward and clawing, trying to break free from… something, everything, anything!
It was hard, the ground. Something cool prickled into my neck, vaguely annoying. I could hear shuffling, muted voices. A warm breeze fluttered over my form. It was almost playful in the way it pushed my hair over my eyes, making them itch.
I groaned and forced my eyes open, almost immediately shutting them from a stream of sunlight. Its official; I hate light of all kinds. After a moment I peeked out, trying to adjust my sight quickly.
My muscles screamed out as I shot up, instincts ringing alarm bells. I was not at school anymore… Hell I wasn't even in a city anymore!
All around me were trees; strange twisting trees with gnarled trunks and leaves that glowed a sickly green. They rustled in the wind, whispering harshly in the cold sun. Below me the grass laughed dryly.
My vision spun and pain lanced up my knees as I crumbled, dry heaving.
"Hey! You're awake already?" a male's voice called out, the gruff tone scratching at sensitive ears.
"Shut up Tombre, your voice isn't something anyone would want to hear first thing," a feminine voice snarled, it was familiar but I couldn't picture a face. My head was swimming.
"I'm so sorry about those two. You're… Noël right?" I slid my mismatched eyes up, settling my gaze on a wiry muscled boy who was crouched before me.
A grin seemed to be stuck on his oval face, eyes that could only be described as silver glittered cheerfully. Feeling somewhat stumped I nodded slowly, tensing as he fell from a crouch into kneeling.
"I'm Kristoph, you've already met Sora and Tombre is the ludicrously bulky man," the golden haired boy waved a hand behind me, "Your friends; Macy and Sam, are still asleep. No need to worry,"
Keeping a wary eye on Kristoph I glanced to the side, nearly laughing in relief when I recognised Macy's and Sam's prone forms. They were definitely just asleep, Sam was snoring quietly and somehow throughout that… vortex Macy had kept a firm grip on his arm. I f I didn't know her better I'd think she was obnoxiously clingy.
"Hel-lo! Black boy! Pay attention when someone is speaking to you dammit," a hand waved in front of my face.
I jumped, flinging myself backwards in my haste to get away from Sora. She was much more confident here than when she had first spoke to us. That must have been an act.
The black haired girl scowled at me, jade eyes narrowed into slits. It was then my brain announced another fact, both she and Kristoph were wearing strange clothing. Mostly battered leather but it looked very sturdy, the golden haired boy even had on small metal plates; armour? Sora had a very short skirt fashioned out of what I could only assume was a pelt of some weird animal, the bright markings were of nothing I'd ever seen.
Really? I've been transported to god knows where and I'm noticing every single detail. Wasn't I supposed to be in shock? Or at least shaking like a leaf?
"He's taking this surprisingly well. I'd thought being ripped from your own world and being brought to another would cause more stress than this?" that deep, grating voice spoke out in disappointment.
Wobbling onto my feet, I threw a glance behind me to look at the speaker… I think I just found my missing fear. That man was huge! His shirt –could it honestly be called a shirt? – was sleeveless and open showing off his bulging muscles. Greying hair was cut short, making the dark skinned man's face appear mean. Unlike the other two he was barefoot and wore torn shorts. I could only presume this was Tombre.
Snapping me from my thoughts was a groan. Rather stiffly I looked away from the monstrosity of a human being and towards my unconscious friends.
Sam grumbled, rubbing his head as he slowly slid up. He gently held a bleary Macy to his chest as he looked around lazily. Of course I was the only one who would overreact, I mean, it's not like we're in another world or anything. Right?
"Fuck," he growled, hazel eyes widening, "Macy I think you should really wake up now,"
"Wha-Oh…" she trailed off, a quiver running up her body, "I… Where?"
"You're no longer on Earth anymore," Kristoph called out, his voice low and soothing, "I'm sorry for being unable to explain fully before tearing you all away from family and everything you knew, but we couldn't have left it any later. We're desperately in need of your help,"
The three of us were frozen, entranced by his words. A stunned stupor filled the clearing as we blankly looked at Kristoph.
"Our world, Mǣtheaus, has been riddled with war for a very long time. Originally it was just between two kingdoms but somehow it has morphed into something much more dangerous. We cannot win without the Bringer of Harmony…" Sora sighed, picking nervously at her cuticles. A deep sadness darkened her eyes, a sense of tired hopelessness exuded from her slumped form.
"We know you may not believe us," Tombre stated sagely, "And we cannot force you too, but believe us when we say we if we do not get the Bringer of Harmony's help then our world is set for destruction…"
Slowly, a quaking Macy and an emotionless Sam got to their feet. We were speechless. They obviously thought one of us was this 'Bringer of Harmony'. Seriously? They had the wrong people. They must have the wrong people. It couldn't be us. No way.
"W-Which one of us?" Macy choked out, her slender fingers digging deeply into her boyfriend's arm.
The three comrades shared a look before turning back to the blue eyed girl, speaking to her directly with a deep sympathy.
Oh boy~ I enjoyed writing this first chap. This story has been floating round in my head for a while so I decided to grace you with it. Hopefully this will get people to review^^ Also writing in first person is surprisingly hard for me, a lot of the time first person is my 'rough draft' so making a story where it is constanly first person and at my usual standard is incredibly difficult. I slipped up a few times.
If you have any questions feel free to ask away. If you're not sure how to pronounce anything I'd gladly clear it up. Yes I understand the curses will be flying at me, I like making up words for my fantasy planets~ So you'll be seeing some more really odd names/languages.
Please inform me if there are any corrections needing done as I've checked it ten times, but you all know that no matter how many times you check there is always something~ I would love a critique, but any review would be nice.
Don't let the Hate Consume,