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Goonies


“Storm, Look out!!!!” Goderic plummeted towards earth at lightening speed, alongside with his twin Roxiel. But it was too late, Jasoul’s sword skewered Storm’s lungs. She doubled over and screams in agony yet through the bliss of pain she still fights through it. Her black tattered wings rips from her back and curls them infront of her like a shield, as the chained spikes drove through the leather thickness of the feathers. Jasoul’s goonies had thrown their final blow, the deadly steal serpents whistled through the air like a jet rocketing thrugh the atmosphere. As they drew closer Storm let down her guard and they drove into her legs, adobmen,shoulders. The goonies didn’t think that was enough so they launched four more that staked Storm’s slowing heart. As multiple spears tangled themselves into her wings, she melts to her knees and puts her hands down onto the ground infront of her.
Zeke was only a few feet away lifeless from trying to save her as a half human gaurdian could, but unfortunately failed. She looks painfully at him and clawls towards him clumsily as her body slowly weakens she falls ontop of him and strokes his face. The blue keepers and Jasoul’s goonies all fell silent as they watched Storm slowly give the rest of her life to Zeke the Nephilem. As she slowly escaped to her deadly piece, She moved her hand up to his jet black hair that was saturated with not only his bood but the blood of his enemy. Tangling her pale fingers into the sticky thinkness of his mane she started to hum a soft melody that Zeke, Goderic and Mika sang to put her to sleep after she had a nightmare. But, instead of the nightmare that we all wanted it to be it was to bring her to her deadly bliss. Storm’s humming started to soften more and Zeke gasped back to life and bolted into a sitting position as Storm’s now lifeless body rolls to the bloodstained ground on her back, her long black hair covering her pale serene face.
Vincent runs to her and cradles her to his chest. Zeke looks at them in despair and fright and whimpers “I killed her?” as her stares at Storm’s pale complexion. Vincent’s crimson eyes flashed “and I blame you for this halfy” he growls as tears of blood streamed down his cold cheeks. “But she gave her life up for you so we didn’t have to find the both of you with Jasoul and his masses of Goonies to hunt and kill and try to take you.” Goderic steped in.

Henrietta


Beep…Beep…beep…beep…BEEE clunk! My alarm flashes 5:30 AM, I lay there trying to wake up when a heavy grey haired, crystal blue eyed fur ball collapses on my torso.
“Henry! Get Off!!!” I whined. Henry short for Henrietta is a four year old husky/wolf mix that wieghs at least 80 pounds huffed and jumped off of me and gracefully and stares up at me. “ok ok ok im getting up and taking a shower” I groaned and rooled lazily out of bed and head to the bathroom. Henry’s claws scratched against the hard wood floors as she followed me into the bathroom. Turning around Henry’s fluffy greyish blackish head bent down as if bowing to me with her eyes gazing up at me and her tail was low to the ground. I rooled my eyes and stood at the door lazily “well if I let you come in-“ that was all the invitation she needed as she pushed her over fluffed body squeezed past me and jumps into the tub and wags her tail. I closed the door silently and turned to her with my hands on my hips “HENRY! Jen gets mad whenever she finds YOUR fur in the drain; she screams and thinks its another dog.” She whines but stays put and stamps her paws inpatiently. “OK, fine but this is the last time!” Locking the door I slowly shedded my pants and undies infront of the mirror and slowly strips off my tank top and my bra. Slowly I turn around, my back facing the mirror and looking at the tan scars that sketches its story upon my pale flesh. Mt fostor parents say it’s from when I was six years old and trying to escape my parent’s killers. I supposedly fell from a two- story house window and broke a lot of bones and they left me for dead. But those were only the fainting scars. I still don’t know where the dark upside- down V-shaped scar that went from my shoulder blades and draged down my back diagonally to my hips . My Know-it-all foster parents didn’t hace a good excuse for it so I’m stuck guessing.
Stepping into the scolding water with Henrietta I think of the now fainting dream I had last night, It was very fuzzy but all I remember were the white feathery wings and the black leathery looking wings and towards the end the white wings turned crimson and soppy looking eith chains intwined in the feathers. One of the leather wing was halfway torn off and tattered with loose chains with a spiked spear dangling. After the shower and my morning routine I headed down stairs for breakfast. I grabbed my backpack off the table and slugged it over my shoulder. A yellow sticky pad that was stained in my foster mom’s hand writing was stickied to the table:
Sorry I was called into the office sweetie. I’ll be home late there are leftovers in the fridge for you when you get home. Have a good first day at your new school I’m sorry I couldn’t make it. But, the office should have your schedule.
Have Fun
Jennifer
Beside her name was a smiley face and I had to smile at least she was trying to make me comfortable and loving. I turned and grabbed my keys off the rack that my foster dad insisted on buying it was an ugly puke green antler hat rack. I walked out of the house and locked the door.
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I was getting my schedule when I accidently bumped into something hard. I looked up and came face to face with this gorgeous blonde hair, sea blue eyes goth guy. “Sorry” I muttered looking up at him. Beside him was an equally gorgeous auburn haired, and crystal violet eyed punky girl. The only thing he did was smile and let me pass.
Five minutes after the first bell I finally found my first class. Walking in it kinda startled me with how big the room was but, a stout old man brought me out of my bewilderment. He takes the small sheet of paper out of my hands and looks it over. “well Miss Echo , do you go by anything else?” he asked. I nodded and shyly muttered “Raven” The class fell to an eery silence as if I could hear a pin drop when the stubby guy spoke in a statling booming voice, “Well Echo, my name is Mr. Levcticus… Now please have a seat where ever there is one available” Whispers were heard as I went down a random row to an empty seat that was in the middle of a bunch of goth and emo guys. “ok, we just finished up the catacomb story now we have a fieldtrip to our own catacomb sitting here in our own town of saint hedwig, Ireland. You will need to break off into your groups Echo you’ll be in Goderic’s group.” Mr. Levcticus started passing out clover green ¾ piece slips of paper. The guy next to me threw a piece of neatly folded notebook paper on my desk. I looked at him and realized that it was the guy I ran into in the office earlier. I smiled quickly and he smiled back his blonde hair covered half of his face cutely but I noticed that his bangs and hair was not blonde but platnium blonde with black highlights.
Turning back I unfolded the note and looked at it:
Hi my name is Goderic and your going to be in my group along with Vincent directly infront of you, Derek to the right of Vincent, Roxial the purple haired chick on the other side of you. Can’t wait to actually talk to you ^_^U.
I chuckled almost soundlessly and bent to the side towards Roxial to my backpack and grabbed a pen and scribbled a hi and a thanks for not being a jerk about having to have the weird new girl in your group and past it back to him. My eyes widen as he took the paper from me, normally it wouldn’t have bothered me but when his fingers carressed mine all noise stopped and I looked up at him in confusion but as he let go acting as if he didn’t notice all noise came back.
Weird…
Within two minuter the paper was magically on my desk. But he never moved it just…appeared. I thought unfolding the paper.
What classes do you have?
I pulled out my schedule and wrote it down:
This class…obviously
History- Mrs. Loft
Math- Mr. Newman
Science- Mr Newton
Gaelic- Mrs. Trone
Anatomy- Mrs. Martin
Art- Mrs. Clemoria
I set it on the corner of his desk, kind aafraid to touch him again. The bell rang and I packed my things and threw my backpack on.
“Echo!” hearing my name I turned around to see Goderic standing by the first desk of his row “we have the same classes and lunch… can I be your tour guide??” he looks down shyly. “wont your girlfriend get mad?” I asked remembering this morning in the office.
“Don’t have one” he said with a crooked smile.
“But this morning…In the office … I thought” he cut me off “Oh, Roxial that is my twin sister” I made my way to the door and looked back at him “comin?” he ran to me and grabbed my head.
“ok onward to Mrs Ozoft”

A Foreign Song


By 5th period my Ireish class was beginning and I was sitting in my group that consisted of all the people that was sitting around me in English. While the teacher was taking role and the students talked quietly my tummy growled and Roxial’s head snapped up in surprise, “what… was … THAT!!!” she exclaimed. I blushed and mutter “it was my tummy” and everyone laughed as Roxial pulled a candy bar out of her purse, “here, even though it’s only thirty minutes till lunch time. That thirty minutes will eat at you making you miserable if you don’t have something in your tummy”. She unwrapped it and gave it to me “thanks mom” I joked and everybody laughed. Roxial said something in a strange language as she laughed and everyone stopped and stared at her as her eyes darted in back and forth as if she had a ceasure. I got up and went behind her and touched her shoulders and started to pull lightly at her petite body from the stool she was perched on. Goderic and another guy with long chesnut hair with greyish highlights appeared and helped me get her to the floor where I ordered someone to get wet towels and put them to her forhead, staying with her I hummed a foreign song my parents supposedly sang to me. And all the guys in our group and another group that surrounded me in english stared at me in silence with Roxial’s hair in my lap and me cradling her body so she didn’t spaz

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