Prolouge-ish
She sat alone in the darkness, concentrating, preparing for what she knew would happen next, It seems like it hadn't changed much in her 15 years of living. So why did she always lose?
'No' she murmured to herself, this time would be different...
Her eyes shot open to the familiar sound, scattered footsteps, and she darted off into the dark, the footsteps following close behind. She looked over her shoulder, Sure enough, there it was chasing her.
The doll that had plagued her nightmares for as long as she could remember, the dark circles instead of eyes, and a mouth full of razor sharp spikes. Yes, Spikes, its claws itching to drive into her skin and take away her needle.
When she was little she never slept, how could she when she knew perfectly well what would happen.
Shut blocked out that thought, "It'll only slow you down" she said to herself running on.
Her attention turned to her needle, like it usually did, why was it there? What purpose did it serve other than making her life miserable?
How she had despised it growing up, always getting in the way, she's tried to take it out before, but nothing seemed to work.
Her mind came back to the task at hand, getting away from these 'hunters' as she called them.
One came at her,
She ducked
Lunge
Duck again.
They continued their race, which lasted any where from a few minutes to a few hours it felt like.
And soon her muscles were burning and her lungs cried for a break and to her dismay, she was slowing down. She could see over her shoulders they were gaining ground on her,
Her fears were getting to her, she pushed them back into the deepest reaches of her mind, trying to forget about what usually happened.
"Today will be different".
And as she pushed herself to go harder and harder. Then....
Her dreams went shattering, She heard a loud RIP of her skin being torn apart from the back, She was hanging now in the air, feeling her cold blood run down her back soaking her jeans. She let out a gasp of breathe, one of the last she would take as the claws came out the other side of her, covered in blood, grabbing her needle, and taking it with them as they pulled out. The thoughts zoomed through her head.
No, Why?
How could I have lost.....?
And as the claws pulled out of her body, her blood had stopped flowing, and she fell into the darkness, lifeless.
Chapter One
Maya's head flung up, causing her papers to scatter everywhere. Her science report landed on top of her head as she rubbed her eyes. The library was full of people.
Most of them either sleeping or, well, mostly sleeping.
She pulled the paper off her head and looked at it, she had dosed off writing about red blood cells, she loved her teacher, Mr. Stewert, but he really needs to stop making them write so much.
Maya struggled to get to her feet, which felt like jell-o or perhaps maybe a melted chocolate. She gathered up her papers and sat there on the floor with her head against the side of the table muttering under her breathe. Then she noticed something out of the corner of her eye, Heilix was sitting a few tables away
He was hunched over his books, Maya quickly fixed her shirt and hair, and then gave a small semxy smile, only to find, Heilix hadn't been hunched over reading, He was hunched over fast asleep.
Disappointed Maya got to her feet and looked around, her friend Teya was also sleeping her tablet on face book in front of her. She smiled at Teya's lack of caring if she was caught on Face book during school hours. Maya picked up the last of her papers and walked past Teya, logging off and shutting down her tablet packing it away in her book bag and walking off to her next class, before the bell rang.
As she stood there in front of the door, she grimaced. She had hated Social studies even if it was her best class, it had been okay except for this year, their old teacher had retired, Their school, She didn't know where they got these people, had gotten them a new one, and to their dismay, their shitaco of a substitute, had become their new teacher
His name was Mr. Bowen, but they might as well have called him Miss. Not Mrs. But Miss, He had a high pitched voice, that squeaked when he talked, and everyone just assumed he had never hit puberty.
He wore all the colors a grown man should never wear, in all the wrong shades, and he was chubby.
Mr. Bowen reminded Maya and Teya of a mole, he was chubby and he had a long nose that pointed upwards, set him in some dirt, he would look perfect.
Maya looked at the door and then decided to hide behind the wall, until class was supposed to start.
Had it not been for the system at their school, there would be a lot more blood stains in the carpets and walls, one of which would more then likely be Mr. Bowens.
So Maya sat there on the floor looking out the two glass doors at the end of their hallway, and wished above anything else, that she had stopped at the vending machine down the hall.....
So comment, tell me what you think be as evil as you want
I'm always open to suggestions.
and yes I realize they are both farely short, but longer then what they were orginaly (which probably isn't spelled right either). and is Aisling Marie????