ET's Elder Tales!

Well. I didn't know where else to put this. BUT ANYWAY. Here's where I'll post my random writing..and tonight happens to be a homework assignment I was forced to do.
I had to make a suspenseful story while including a few items.

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Horrendous screeches erupted as two females, who looked as if they belonged in a brothel, loped rapidly across a desolate field. What would the erotically dressed young woman be doing in the middle of an vacant meadow in the first place was beyond any viewer. Moments later, one of the women appeared to have tripped over nothing in particular and now lay sprawled out across the jade grass, her blond hair curtaining her face as she whirled her skull around frantically. A masochistic appearing man randomly decided to materialize from the obscurity of the night, his features distorted with a psychotic expression as he cackled cruelly, the raspy noise reaching the fallen female’s ears, which caused another round of terrified screams. The second lady, who hadn’t even offered her ‘friend’ a second glance, continued to flee the scene, the harsh winds ripping at her brunette locks. Forbidding music blared however the people seemed to not even notice it’s daunting tune. By this time, the deranged man began treading heavily towards the blond that remained immobile upon the slender stems of the grass. Why hadn’t she gotten up yet? Sadistic chuckles emitted from the disturbed animalistic human as he elevated a single arm, which wielded a crimson stained hatchet. Droplets of the scarlet fluid cascaded from the edging and swiveled down towards the earth, painting the emerald canvas in slow motion. The hatchet began a blur as it was abruptly descended towards the imprudent woman’s skull, her obsidian pupils reflecting the weapon while the music blared relentlessly in the background.

“Wow.” An apathetic voice spoke from in front of the television,

The scene brusquely ended as a somber darkness enveloped the screen to the television. Clicking his tongue along the roof of his mouth in utter frustration, Adrian tossed the remote over his shoulder and onto his bed in revulsion. Why was it that every ’victim’ in a movie did the most foolish things? Running into an isolate place rather than a crowed area with plenty of witnesses, or antagonizing menacing people, or even dropping your weapon to run! Snorting at the idiocy of horror films he pressed his palms against his knees and used the platform to hoist himself upwards. Once he got to his feet, he brought his hand toward the dense, ebony pigmented hair then began running his fingers through the strands, ruffling the hair slightly. As he repeated this action a few more time, he began to stride onward, grumbling half heartedly. While passing the doorway of his room, he cast a glance towards the mirror that was suspended on the wall. Gazing at his reflection, he dropped his hand, feeling as if his hair was to his liking. Returning his attention forward, he made his way towards the bathroom, which emitted a fruity aroma. Stepping into the room, he flipped the switch and the iridescent lights flashed vibrantly, chasing away the shadows. Fumbling for his slender toothbrush, he observed his drowsy features, still filled with fatigue. He had awoken not to long ago because his sister decided to be benevolent, and turn on a horror movie, which he despises. What a great person she was turning out to be.

A harsh billow of carbons emitted from his nostrils as he snorted, shaking his head slightly while squeezing the tube of toothpaste that he had retrieved seconds ago. The tricolor paste oozed from the opening and painted the bristles to the toothbrush. Brushing his teeth went by in a blur, as well as well as keeping up his hygiene by enjoying a shower then concealing his ‘goodies’ with a towel. Now, he ambled towards the kitchen, his glacial irises filled with deviant intent. Raiding the kitchen. An impish grin spread along his lips as he rummaged through the refrigerator and cabinets, pulling out food items of choice. He began multi tasking, by shoving a buttered bagel into his jaws and shuffling back towards his room to cloth himself. Once in the vicinity of his own room, he nudged the door shut then began to poke around his drawers, selecting undergarments with an upbeat hum. Grasping a pair of somber hued jeans, he shrouded his body from the waste down then whirled around to face his closet. Trailing his fingers along the soft fabric of a plain white tee, he grinned slightly, before tugging the attire over his head. Reaching to the far left, he tugged a plaid, flannel shirt from the hanger then slipped that on as well. The neutral colors blended well with his dark jeans, and the black vans that he shoved his sock enclosed feet into.

Returning to the wall length mirror, Adrian gazed at his appearance with a jaded expression. It’ll have to do. Snatching up his ear buds, he pressed the supple material of one of the buds into his ear canal, then shut off the world with a touch of a button. With his head bobbing to the music, he rubbed his thumb over his sore finger, a dull pain giving him discomfort. The day before, he had sliced his finger open while cutting a bell pepper for the red beans and rice he had been preparing. Nothing a band-aid couldn’t help. Inspecting the finger, he glared despondently at the ragged tendrils that swayed from the bad-aid that had been sodden due to the shower he had taken. Returning to his bed, he reached over the edge to pry open a drawer. Retrieving a fresh band-aid, he replaced the dingy one then shoved an extra band-aid in his back pocket. Noticing a portable bottle of germ-x he shrugged then tapped the handle at the top, causing the liquid to drop into his palms. Rubbing the fluid across his flesh, he grimaced, the powerful scent burning his nose and causing his eyes to itch. Using his thumb, he wiggled the hair band that was wound around his wrist so that it wouldn’t get saturated from the germ-x. Not that he need the hair tie, however his sister had thick wavy locks that often became a frenzied knot whenever the harsh winds picked up. So he usually had a backup in case she forgot his.

Blinking rapidly, he tried to get the stinging sensation to leave his eyes, sniffling, he reached blindly for his eye drops. Grasping the container he held his eyelid open and constricted the bottle gently, the fluid instantly refreshing his aching irises. Blinking a few more times, he grunted then slipped the bottle into his pocket along with the germ-x. During the winter, everyone was hacking up germs and spreading sickness like a wildfire, however he usually strayed from crowds and kept germ-x on hand to eradicate any germs that trespassed onto him. Not only did the winter bring germs, but it also brought dryness to his eyes, leaving a sharp, uncomfortable pain. Flickering his salmon pigmented tongue from his jaws, he allowed the fleshy muscle to moisten his lips before returning to his mouth in consideration. He began unintentionally chewing on the insides of his cheeks as he returned to the kitchen, his fingers grasping the handle to the refrigerator. Swinging the door open, he peered in to observe it’s contents while his fingers drummed against the door and his jaws worked contently at gnawing on the fleshy wall of his cheek. The sound of tapping caused Adrian to cast a curious glance over his shoulder to see his mother appear from the hallway, her appearance was polished and her feet resided in a pair of heels. “Leaving for work so soon?” he questioned with a raised eyebrow whilst pausing the music with a twitch of his thumb over the screen to his ipod.

“Well, I have to pick up Sydney because her car’s at shop and --” She cut off once she raised her eyes from her watch to take in the scene, “Adrian grab what you need out of the fridge and close it, we talked about this. And stop chewing on you cheek. Go get your gum.”

As her words registered he huffed slightly before retrieving a water bottle from the side door then stepped back to swing the door close. Realizing he was literally gnawing at the flesh in his mouth, he instantly allowed his jaws to slacken. Instead he captured his lower lip, and nibbled on the supple flesh contently as he patted his pockets down. “I think I already finished that pack, mom.” Guilt ridden irises connected with hers and she shook her head in amusement.

“Well…here’s a few dollars. Aren’t you supposed to be going to that Mystery House? Just pick some up on the way there. Anyway, I gotta go, I love you.”

Accepting the bills he nodded toward her then stuffed the money into his front pocket whilst repossessing the ticket stub that had been placed on the fridge door, held up by a creepy figurine magnet. Inclining his chin slightly, he gazed at the face of the clock, which hands read ‘7:21’, meaning he had about sixty nine minutes to spare. Considering the fact that he had to walk all the way to the Mystery House, he figured he’d leave early. Hearing the familiar slam of his mother’s car door and the engine roar to life, he shrugged before heading towards the front door. Swinging the door open, he realized the amethyst tinted sky, he reached upwards, toward a shelf that housed two slender flashlights. One was a diminutive silvery tint while the other was much larger and a marigold pigment. The better choice was obvious as he clutched the cool material of the hoary flashlight. Shoving it in his back pocket, he folded the ticket stub then slid it in his front pocket; the one that housed the dollar bills. Removing a dark jacket from the coat rack, which his mom disproved of considering it was made for coats, not jackets, he tossed it over his shoulder then stepped out into the crispy night air.

Inhaling the scents he allowed a please grin to tug at the corners of his lips, instantly brightening his features. Striding forward, he rolled his shoulders, before resuming the song he had been jamming out to. Treading down the sidewalk, he hummed lightly, observing the fading light with interest. A harsh gust ruffled his shirt and snagged at his ebony hair, causing him to shake his head in a single swift motion, forcing his hair to swoop back to the left. Pulling the jacket from his shoulder, he wrenched it on then wedged his hands into the front pockets, conserving his body heat. Sniffling from his stinging face, he bent his head towards the ground, walking fluently along the asphalt sidewalk. Upon arriving towards a gas station, he rapidly crossed the street once the iridescent bulb flashed a crimson hue. Entering the building he glanced at the cash register, who looked as if he hated his life then shuffled silently towards the snacks section. Running a single finger along the selections, he scooped up a package of mint gum, which were his favorite. With the music still pounding away at his ear drums, he whirled around on the ball of his heel, still gazing at the package and abruptly rammed into another person, who staggered in the opposing direction into his group of friends.

A sound of protest fell from Adrian’s lips as stumbled back a foot then raised his eyes to distinguish a group of beefy, rather intimidating men. The man he had ran into grimaced for regaining his balance and glaring ruthlessly at Adrian, causing his eyes to widen in alarm. Raising both hands, palms facing the men in apology, he backtracked while uttering quiet words, “Oh, my apologies, I didn’t see you there…”

However one of the taller men lurched forward and snagged Adrian’s shirt, pulling him forward while growling spiteful words, “Watch your step, kid.”

His ear buds enabled him to make out the words the person was speaking and he raised his hand to remove the headphones, however the man took it as a threat and shoved him brutally. Crying out he fell to the tile floor, his tailbone taking most of the impact and causing a searing pain to run up his spine. Irritation flared up in his chest and he snatched his earphones out of his ears before rising to his feet abruptly. Contorting his facial features into a scowl, Adrian straightened his wrinkled shirt then bent over to retrieve the gum package from the ground. However as he went to stand upright, the harasser kneed him in the stomach violently then shoved him backwards once more. The impact forced his lungs to deflate and he gasped heavily to restore the precious oxygen, inflating the respiratory organ. Okay, he had just about enough. Rolling to his knees, he lurched forward, tackling the beefcake and wrapping his arms around his waist forcefully. As the guy hit the ground, Adrian stroke out with his fists balled, initiating a ground and pound upon the bald man’s cheekbones. His other two buddies reacted by prying him off then knocking him to the tile yet again. However, this was trail and error. Twirling on the ball of his foot, he caught his balance before he fell to he floor and rose his fists once more, a venomous glint in his glacial irises.

The cash register hollered irately from behind the counter, ordering the boys to knock it off. Snorting, the two men helped their fallen friend up and trudged out of the store, making sure to give Adrian a malevolent glare on the way out. Grunting crossly, he picked up the fallen gum package and stumbled to the counter. After purchasing the gum, the employee tossed him a quarter then shooed him out of the store with a scowl. Once outside, Adrian leaned against the wall, regaining his posture. A dull ache lingered in his stomach and tailbone, however he cast it aside and popped a piece of gum into his mouth. Forcing his hands back into the jacket pocket he trudged onward, and his body was swathed in the obscurity of the night. Placing the earphones back into his ears he drowned out the world while his eyes remained downcast, obviously upset and trying to avoid confrontation with anyone else. However, the world seemed to hate him and a first fell heavily into the back of his head. Immediately his body dropped like a ton of bricks and he fell to the granite roughly, a indignant groan slipping from his parted lips. His attackers were none other than the three guys from the gas station. As if his day couldn’t get any worse.

Shoes descended upon his body relentlessly as the men took turns delivering atrocious kicks to his battered physique. Enduring the pain with stifled groans, he shielded his face with his arms and hands however a well aimed blow to the face caused an muffled crack to fill his ears as well as an agonized yelp. Clutching his nose, which spewed blood freely, he flailed his legs in an attempt to hold the aggressors off longer enough to regain himself. One of them realized the blood gushing from his nose and grimaced, backing away and peering down at his shoe in disgust. “That punk got his nose blood on my new kicks!”

Curiosity overwhelmed the other two and they paused to squint at his shoe, which did indeed have a few stray droplets of the crimson fluid along the front. Amused laughter filled the atmosphere while Adrian took the chance to return to his feet weakly. Now that he was on his feet, he swayed from side to side, his jaws gaping slightly, causing the gum to spiral towards the asphalt. Diverting their attention from the bloodstained shoe and back toward their ‘victim’, they began to eradicate the distance in calculating, leisured steps. Remembers the slender flashlight in his pocket, he fumbled for the handle for a moment before snagging it free and wielding it like a weapon. The band of boys seemed to pause in hesitation until one of them pulled free a switchblade. Without giving Adrian time to react, the boys hurled themselves at him, causing him to stumbled backwards in astonishment and his grip on the handle to slacken for a heartbeat. Fatal mistake. Terror clutched at his being as the flashlight landed on the ground then rolled just out of reach, causing him to turn and flee the area. Instead of running in a straight direction, he zigzagged then veered off into the woods, hoping to lose them.

With his feet slapping at the earth he loped rapidly across the expanse, his legs leading him to a break in the woods which opened up to a vacant field. Without looking back he stumbled across the grassy plains, one of his shoelaces becoming untied in the process. Shallow gasps burst from his lips loudly as his legs pumped beneath him however he stumbled due to the shoelaces, shrieking as his ankle twisted beneath him and refused to carried his weight. Tumbling to the cushioned grass he remained immobile on his back, the pain spreading up his leg. Hearing his pursuers’ meters away, he rose his head to see them barreling towards his relentlessly, the blade of the knife glinting maliciously. Forcing himself to roll onto his knees he tried to rise from the dirt but failed and fell once more. Gritting his teeth he rose once more and stumbled forward but it was fruitless, they were right behind him. Whirling around to face them head on, he glanced down, his fearful pupils reflecting the lethal blade and the world seemed to move in slow mo.

Memories of the movie flashed through his mind, replaying the scene with the women and the murderer. A rather sour laugh slithered from his bloodied lips as he recalled thinking off the idiocy. Now he was in a similar predicament. He had antagonism his attackers and dropped his weapon and ran of into an isolate region. This was just too ironic, it was hysterical. Confusion shrouded the boy’s eyes as they looked toward one another, wondering what this lunatic was laughing at. Elevating the knife, the man who he had antagonism pointed it towards him threateningly, “Aye, shuddup!”

But it was futile. It was too much. Perhaps it was the agonizing pain coursing though his body, or the complete and utter amount of satire of the scene. He remembered when his mother left for work. He hadn’t even said he loved her back. Why hadn’t he? Outrage plastered over the man wielding the knife and he lurched out as if to threaten him, however he was much closer than he originally thought. The tip of the blade pierced Adrian’s midsection, and the serrated edges disappeared in his flesh for a heartbeat. Anguish made his stomach feel nauseous and he gazed down numbly to see the switchblade protruding from his stomach. Pressing his hands along the wound he watch as the blood pulsed rapidly, staining his hands and his white tee. It was too much. The sight, the smell, the pain. He couldn’t handle it. His vision became spotty and he felt as if he were flying. Although he fell to his knees then dripped to the dirt, he didn’t feel it. He didn’t feel anything. Everything was leaving him. Darkness shrouded him. In the distance he could here the panicked voices of the boys as they ran off into the forest, but that was all fading quickly. Reality was slipping from him until…it was gone.

Someone was calling to him. Disturbing his rest. Wasn’t he granted the ability to rest in peace after he passed on? Could the world offer him that at least? The calls became for persistent and unrealities until he fought to the surface, his eyelids fluttering. A blinding iridescence caused his pupils to contract and he blinked slowly until a shadow blocked out the light. Focusing his gaze upon the figure, he recognized the prominent features of his mother. Tears fell from her eyes as she smiled down at him, her palm caressing his cheek, he could see her lips moving so she must have been speaking. Moments later, his sister appeared, her extended locks framing her face and sticking to her tear ridden cheeks. Raising an arm, he removed the hair tie weakly and offered it to her, which caused another round of tears to paint her cheeks. “I…love both of you.”

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