the world that never was

Dusk trudged through the slush cursing under her breath. She didn't mind. She had always liked the cold so this was fine with her, but twisting her ankle was not a good start. She looked over at the black house on the block. she remembered going in once on a dare. She had seen something moving but she didn't run, she remembered staying there and Fighting the thing . . . Impossible. You cannot fight things that aren't there. She chuckled and kept walking to her school. impossible.

pain, pain was alls he could think of as he lay in the blackness, there were voices whispering to him. a lot of it was incomprehensible, a lot but not all. one thing that a particularly loud voice was saying was"Vur get up, they are still after you". Vur opened his eyes and saw throught the miasma of pain that he was lying in a circle of broken glass.

Dusk heard something from down the street. She turned seeing a boy laying in the grass. blinking she cocked her head realizing he was laying in shards of glass.
" Well you look like hell. Who are you?" she asked when there was the sound of breaking glass. Black things spurted from the ground surrounding her and she let out a yell. throwing her hand out she grabbed a stick from the ground and there was a tingling sensation in her hand. the stick transformed into a long spear. When the stick transformed more appeared around her and she gaped wide eyed.
" No effing way." the spears spun in unison around her but didn't attack. She swung the one in her hand wildly and the others lashed out hitting the black things as they disappeared. All at once the place was quiet again and the spears evaporated back into a stick. She gaped at the thing before turning her attention to the boy.
" You okay kid?"