Irony, whole other storyIt's peacefully quiet in the dusty building, and so far it hasn't been the house of horrors that I expected. I'm relaxed, but I keep to my training and carefully search the building. My goggles automatically switch to and from heat sensory mode and continue to count the distance from the jet. The distance continues to increase, but I don't worry. The building is moist and cool and feels great on my blistered skin. If I was a hybrid, I'd hide here too. I creep past a bathroom and catch a flash of tan. I flatten myself against the wall and pull a gun from my waist.
That didn't show up on the radar.
I peek around the door, gun first. A mirror reflects the dusty porcelain and my own dust caked clothes. I sigh and halter the gun, wanting to laugh at myself.
I wipe the thin brown coat from the mirror and stare at my bronzed reflection. No fur is sprouting from my pores, and my facial features are those of skin and bones 18 year old girl.
Well, I suppose
Darkness Rising "edited"A crimson drop fell from my lips and landed on its owner. I used my sleeve to wipe it off and I propped the girl next to a well traveled path. Her chest rose and fell slowly, like that of a sleeping child.
"Sorry about that " I pulled up my hood and stepped into the busy street. I watched the people talking on their cell phones, wandering aimlessly down the street, trying to stay dry in the downpour.
"They are completely clueless that I could kill them."
I sat on a bench and watched a young woman across the street. She blushed as a boy looped an arm around her waist and kissed her under the cover of an umbrella. She giggled and they rejoined a group of friends holding the door at a restaurant. I leaned forward and rubbed my eyes with my hands.
"Hola, tú!" I looked up at a hulking figure. "Dejas aquí!" The man growled at me. I groaned
"Why didn't I pay more attention in Spanish 1?" I complained mentally and stood slowly. No one around us even stopped to look.
Roxy's playersRoxy's voice shook as she recited her warm-ups. The nerves had crashed her brain for the first time in a long time.
"Hey Roxy we've got two minutes." She nodded and smoothed her hands over her dress.
"Hey Al, how do I look?" She smiled weakly.
"You look beautiful as usual. Why? You're not usually this nervous." Al tapped his pencil rhythmically on the edge of his clipboard. A habit he referred to as keeping time.
"I've just got a bad feeling tonight. Is everyone else ready?" Roxy shuddered and rubbed her exposed arms as the hair on the back of her neck rose.
"Yes, they're waiting on you." He smiled warmly then disappeared behind the curtain. Roxy sighed and then slowly followed the Stage Manager.
"Took your time, Roxy.' The mailman teased, frozen by the judge's mailbox.
"No joke." The captain of the guard, Salem, squeezed her shoulder as he crossed the stage to the angry man by the parking meter.
"Everyone just shut up. It's time" Jacob, the thief commanded quietly as he to
IronyIt was peacefully quite in the musty building, since so far it wasn't the house of horrors I expected. My training still held though and I carefully stalked the hallways, fully aware that I was leaving the jet, safety, further and further behind. The goggles that encircled my eyes and ears, boosting their purpose, registered that I was three miles from James, my partner, who was still in the jet. The building was moist and the heat from the outside was greatly decreased by the foot thick concrete walls. So even though I was alert I moved slowly, enjoying the pleasant cool on my red, blistering skin. I passed a bathroom and looked in on the dusty porcelain. I wiped the brown coat from the ornate mirror and stared at my newly bronzed reflection. No fur sprouted from my pores, and my facial features where those of skin and bones 18 year old girl. I stuck my tongue out at my reflection and started to turn when a memory hit me full force. A pale skinny girl, who could only be me, pushing Ko
Go fix it your self, he says.I don't really know what this feeling is. I just know that sometimes it's almost too much to bear, like getting stabbed in the stomach. When I see two people madly in love it's a knife that cuts through the barricades, and pierces my very soul. I feel like my heart is being ripped in two. I want to be happy for them but all I can feel is that empty hole in me. I don't know how to fill it, even partly, to try and take some of the bitter edge off of it. Maybe my heart is filled with razor blades or glass, or maybe it's just hollow. Every time I get a txt message I look for it to be someone, and it seems like the glass multiplies when it's not. How much of a heart could I have left? I've counted the times that I've been hurt, 5 in all now. The best friend, the player, the first kiss, the unknown gay guy, and the should have been, so many categories that the guys I've like fit into. Did any of them really realize what they did? And if they did, do they really care? Maybe the gay guy does b