Post by .:.S.:.t.:.o.:.r.:.m.:. on Oct 24, 2009 18:14:23 GMT -6
Yeah yeah yeah, I know, another one of those stories I always seem to be writing. Now I can go on and give you a full synopsis of the story, but then how boring would that be? So I'll just post the prologue to it- seeing as that's the only thing I've written so far. So here we go; I hope you enjoy it.
Broken Glass.
Prologue
The tears pricked at my eyes, coming down in warm, wet, salty streaks. I kept looking down at my hand; it was constantly changing shape and size and color. That wasn't the only thing; my body was, too. One moment I was myself, and then the next I'm a bunch of different people; some I know, some I don't. What was wrong with me?
And it wasn't just the shape-shifting, either. My adopted brother Chris's panicked voice was dancing around in my head, too. Not his voice- his thoughts. His voice? That was saying nothing but hollow comfort, telling me how it'd be okay once she got here. Who was this she? Whoever it was, would she be able to make it stop? Make the voices and the shape-changing stop? I hoped so, now looking down again as my hand turned into a well-clawed paw, and then to a bird's wing, and then to an unfamiliar human one. Why wasn't it stopping?
Soon, a woman -one with distinctive dark red hair, emerald eyes, and strikingly pale skin- ran over to us, kneeling down beside me as she whispered soothing words into my ear. A man followed not far behind her, his dark face matching the tone that everyone's thoughts seemed to have.
"Chris, you should have called me sooner; never take it upon yourself to help someone when their powers emerge! You know how dangerous that can be; not just for you, but for them!" The dark man hissed, making my brother shrink down, his vibrant blue eyes locked on the ground as he moved away.
"I'm sorry, John. It's just... She's my sister, you know? And I thought I'd be able to take care of it myself, which is why I didn't call you guys right away. I'm sorry. I wasn't thinking." Christopher, his eyes filled with nothing but shame and guilt, now lifted to look at the man named John.
"I know, kid, I know. You wanted to help her. But the best thing you could have done was call us right away; now look at her."
For a second they faded from view, but then reappeared as quickly as they had left. I could feel myself being calmed, like soothing warm water had fallen over me. I whipped my now-clear head around, the distance between my face and the red head's a little too close for comfort. I scooted a little away, to make the distance more casual. "Hello, Valla," the red head said, a smile plastered on her alabaster-white face. "I'm Victoria. I know you must be confused right now, but I'll explain to you everything that's going on. I promise. Right now, your brother's here; he's the one that found you the way you were. Don't worry; I'm a friend, not an enemy." As if to make this more evident, Victoria held out her hand to shake. After a cautious pause I returned the gesture, and we had one light shake before Chris made his way over to us.
"Hey, sis," he said, his tone light and happy, like it normally was. His face was also lighter; no hint of the stress and guilt he'd just been in. "Pretty wicked, ja? I felt the same way when I first discovered I had powers, too."
This registered in my mind for a moment. "Wait a minute; you have powers? And you even call it that, too? I mean how lame is that? Powers, really? You couldn't think of a cooler name?"
"Well, it was kind of a spur-of-the-moment thing, Vala. I didn't have a lot of time to think of something to call it. And yeah, I do have powers. I mean, think about it; you have these weird shape-changing powers, and were trying to reduce my brain to mush. Why is it so hard for you to believe that I can do something cool, too?"
"Well, maybe because you're about the lamest person I have ever met, for starters." Turning my attention to Victoria and John now, I heard the confused thoughts in their minds as they noticed how... Normal I was acting. Like they were expecting me to be sputtering out random words and running around in circles or something. Though I do guess they had a point; I mean, I'd just turned -shape-shifted- into a bunch of random animals and people, and could hear everyone's thoughts, and I was acting perfectly fine. I guess it was just because Chris was near me- I always felt calmer when he was around, and the usual sibling bickering never left time for a dull moment.
"So, you feel absolutely fine?" John asked, his voice holding a hint of suprise, interrupting my and Chris's bantering.
"Jawohl, but I'm pretty confused. Would you care to clear a few things up for me?"
"Yes, of course; that's why we're here. Now, if you would come with us, we'll talk in a more private place. Something tells me that your parents would freak out if they caught us inside of your house, talking about things that supposedly don't exist."
"Fine, then. Why don't we go down to the park? No one's usually around there, and I'm not sure how indoor-friendly I am at the moment," I replied, earning a stifled laugh from Chris. And, just like that, we all headed out the front door, with me questioning my sanity; not because of the fact that I had what they so affectionately referred to as powers, but because I believed them and was absolutely fine with it.
Broken Glass.
Prologue
The tears pricked at my eyes, coming down in warm, wet, salty streaks. I kept looking down at my hand; it was constantly changing shape and size and color. That wasn't the only thing; my body was, too. One moment I was myself, and then the next I'm a bunch of different people; some I know, some I don't. What was wrong with me?
And it wasn't just the shape-shifting, either. My adopted brother Chris's panicked voice was dancing around in my head, too. Not his voice- his thoughts. His voice? That was saying nothing but hollow comfort, telling me how it'd be okay once she got here. Who was this she? Whoever it was, would she be able to make it stop? Make the voices and the shape-changing stop? I hoped so, now looking down again as my hand turned into a well-clawed paw, and then to a bird's wing, and then to an unfamiliar human one. Why wasn't it stopping?
Soon, a woman -one with distinctive dark red hair, emerald eyes, and strikingly pale skin- ran over to us, kneeling down beside me as she whispered soothing words into my ear. A man followed not far behind her, his dark face matching the tone that everyone's thoughts seemed to have.
"Chris, you should have called me sooner; never take it upon yourself to help someone when their powers emerge! You know how dangerous that can be; not just for you, but for them!" The dark man hissed, making my brother shrink down, his vibrant blue eyes locked on the ground as he moved away.
"I'm sorry, John. It's just... She's my sister, you know? And I thought I'd be able to take care of it myself, which is why I didn't call you guys right away. I'm sorry. I wasn't thinking." Christopher, his eyes filled with nothing but shame and guilt, now lifted to look at the man named John.
"I know, kid, I know. You wanted to help her. But the best thing you could have done was call us right away; now look at her."
For a second they faded from view, but then reappeared as quickly as they had left. I could feel myself being calmed, like soothing warm water had fallen over me. I whipped my now-clear head around, the distance between my face and the red head's a little too close for comfort. I scooted a little away, to make the distance more casual. "Hello, Valla," the red head said, a smile plastered on her alabaster-white face. "I'm Victoria. I know you must be confused right now, but I'll explain to you everything that's going on. I promise. Right now, your brother's here; he's the one that found you the way you were. Don't worry; I'm a friend, not an enemy." As if to make this more evident, Victoria held out her hand to shake. After a cautious pause I returned the gesture, and we had one light shake before Chris made his way over to us.
"Hey, sis," he said, his tone light and happy, like it normally was. His face was also lighter; no hint of the stress and guilt he'd just been in. "Pretty wicked, ja? I felt the same way when I first discovered I had powers, too."
This registered in my mind for a moment. "Wait a minute; you have powers? And you even call it that, too? I mean how lame is that? Powers, really? You couldn't think of a cooler name?"
"Well, it was kind of a spur-of-the-moment thing, Vala. I didn't have a lot of time to think of something to call it. And yeah, I do have powers. I mean, think about it; you have these weird shape-changing powers, and were trying to reduce my brain to mush. Why is it so hard for you to believe that I can do something cool, too?"
"Well, maybe because you're about the lamest person I have ever met, for starters." Turning my attention to Victoria and John now, I heard the confused thoughts in their minds as they noticed how... Normal I was acting. Like they were expecting me to be sputtering out random words and running around in circles or something. Though I do guess they had a point; I mean, I'd just turned -shape-shifted- into a bunch of random animals and people, and could hear everyone's thoughts, and I was acting perfectly fine. I guess it was just because Chris was near me- I always felt calmer when he was around, and the usual sibling bickering never left time for a dull moment.
"So, you feel absolutely fine?" John asked, his voice holding a hint of suprise, interrupting my and Chris's bantering.
"Jawohl, but I'm pretty confused. Would you care to clear a few things up for me?"
"Yes, of course; that's why we're here. Now, if you would come with us, we'll talk in a more private place. Something tells me that your parents would freak out if they caught us inside of your house, talking about things that supposedly don't exist."
"Fine, then. Why don't we go down to the park? No one's usually around there, and I'm not sure how indoor-friendly I am at the moment," I replied, earning a stifled laugh from Chris. And, just like that, we all headed out the front door, with me questioning my sanity; not because of the fact that I had what they so affectionately referred to as powers, but because I believed them and was absolutely fine with it.
