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VERB Me Dead (CMJ)

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VERB Me Dead (CMJ)

Tips: 0.00 INK Postby Call me Joel on Wed May 15, 2013 8:19 pm

A word, before I let this loose: This is entirely of my own creation. If any pieces of it sound familiar, it was unintentional, and I'll do my best to either work that out, or to augment it. This is also a WORK IN PROGRESS, but also OPEN TO CRITIQUE. Very open, in fact. I want you guys to come at me with hammers of literary expertise. Take my work to its knees if it needs it.

Without further adieu, I present, for your enjoyment...


Kenna couldn’t believe nobody else had noticed the cloud.

As it was, she glanced with wide and disbelieving eyes at her oblivious companions. They still milled around, talked, and overall did their business as though there wasn’t a reddish purple cloud spreading and scrabbling across the sky like some sort of giant, ugly lesion.

She stared at it, and while she did, she wondered about its origin, because obviously no one else was going to bother to. Her vantage point, that is, a bench in the courtyard of May Yard Prep, gave her an almost unobstructed view of the haze. Unfortunately, she could only follow it so far with her eyes before the woods and the bushy tops of the trees ate it up.

With a huff and one last glance to her friends, Kenna walked out of the courtyard and towards the thicket.

“Alright, Mr. Cloud, where are you coming from?” she muttered softly. The branches around her seemed unwilling to move, as though they’d stiffened and tensed up before she’d entered. The whole of her being seemed to have to push through an invisible layer, like walking into a cellophane or scotch-tape trap.

It actually hurt.

Like, hurt in the sense that her skin began to crawl and sting, like she had just belly flopped into a pool from a diving board. Her face tingled and her scalp itched. And as soon as she touched her hand to her head, the itch spread like wildfire to every inch of her body, inside and out.

Her organs itched.

She was almost about to scream when it stopped, and she went numb. The sudden loss left her gasping and brought her to her knees. A few seconds passed. Then a few more. Slowly Kenna rediscovered the ground underneath her, found her bearings, and stood up.

“Oh,” a voice said, almost sounding surprised. “I thought you were dead. My apologies.”

She glanced up at the new voice. A tall, thin man stood a mere couple feet away from her. His back was against the tree, letting the shade cover him. His eyes were dark red and had both an intelligent glimmer to them and a bestial, feral one.

He stepped over to her, his hand outstretched. She stared at it.

Noting the odd look she gave it, he scoffed, “Oh, come now. I won’t hurt you.” As if to emphasize this, he grabbed her hand gently and pulled her to her feet. “You are interesting. Most humans don’t make it past the barrier.”

Kenna didn’t want to say anything to this man, not a word. He clearly also didn’t understand that she was not a touchy-feely person. She jerked her arm back.

Or at least she tried to.

His grip was firm. Far firmer than his scrawny form would point to.

“‘Interesting’ and ‘letting you go’ do not go hand in hand, darling,” the man snapped. “Don’t you see where you are?”

“Yes, I do. Now let go of me, creep!” She squirmed. This guy was bad news. He’d called her ‘human’, which would be fine, but he said it in the most distant way possible, like he didn’t consider himself human.

“Obviously you do not, flesh bag.” His voice had dropped to a furious snarl. “Others here besides myself will take an interest in you, and that will not bode well for you.”

“Okay, let’s say you’re right. Why do you think you’re so much better than anyone else I might meet?”

“I can, at any point, kill you, or maim you, or otherwise take advantage of you.”

Ice water ran in her veins. She whispered, “And?”

“And I haven’t. Nor do I plan to,” he added with a grin. “Now, may I introduce myself, or must I further dispel your paranoia?”

Kenna threw her shoulders back and gave him a once over glance. “Doesn’t the saying go ‘ladies first’? My name is Kenna.”

“Good day to you, Kenna. I am Dreyson Nocturne, but you may call me Drey. Nearly no one does.”

She laughed aloud and, then and there, decided that she might just be able to tolerate this guy, insane or not.

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