Tuesday, October 13, 2015

2: Aeron - Chapter 1

”Lieutenant, we’re clear for landing!”
I raised two fingers into the air and pointed them sharply toward the landing zone. My unit got into formation behind me, and I felt Lucasta raising her head before sharply bringing it down for a dive. I could already picture Captain Reon’s face when he would scold me for my unconventional landing practices. The speed decrease must start two to three thousand feet away from the landing zone, in tandem with the decrease in altitude. Any other method could compromise the safety of the dragon and the rider, he’d say. Intense diving exercises should be saved for the battlefield, when the use of the hit-and-fly tactic becomes necessary.
  Luca folded her massive wings and we fell closer and closer to the large empty field carved into the mountain. The wind drowned out every other sound, but I could still feel my and Luca’s heartbeats thumping hard, hers slower than mine.
  Five hundred feet before ground contact. I pressed myself closer to Luca and quickly wrapped the reins around my hands. I didn’t need to help Luca with the landing, she knew exactly what she was doing, but this time was different.
  Three hundred feet. We were spinning faster and faster. Luca loved it, so I let her do a few turns before stopping.
  Two hundred feet. I heard a faint voice behind me. It’s one of the newest recruits. He was coming back home from his first mission.
  One hundred feet. He was still screaming something, and now Sergeant Leonel was trying to respond. I guess years of being in the air didn’t teach them that speech is virtually impossible while flying.
  Thirty feet. Now.
I pulled the reins and Luca’s wings shot out to catch the wind. Our speed decreases at once and I could hear people on the ground gasping and saw them point, mostly kids. Sometimes I would let Luca get even lower, but I needed to be safe this time, to make sure the new kid didn’t shit himself or lose control of his dragon.
Luca’s hind legs hit the ground and her front legs caught the dirt in a solid, perfect landing.
  “Good job, old girl,” I said to her and patted her neck. She turned her head to the side and gave me a sarcastic look before shaking her head.
  “What the heavens was that?”
I unhooked the safety-belts from my suit and slid off the saddle. “What was what, airman?” I said to the new addition to my unit. His name was Clyde, and he was only seventeen.
  “You can’t just do that! That’s not how landings work! You could’ve killed us all!” he said with a shaky but furious voice and slowly got off his dragon. His legs were shaking and he seemed happy to be placed back on solid ground.
  “Are you questioning my leadership, airman?” I said patiently and walked closer to him.
Clyde was pale and seemed to want to throw up, but managed to get a hold of himself and leaned against his dragon. His reaction to the dive was strange. Clyde was born in Kineta, where most of the air dragons were bred. Surely he would’ve been used to this sort of thing by this point?
  “Yes. I am!” Clyde said angrily after taking a moment to hold back his throw-up.
  “Good. Ask your superiors for a replacement then, I don’t have time to coddle anyone.”
I ignored the angry look he shot me and took off my helmet and goggles. Twelve young field-keepers ran across the landing zone to tend to our dragons and take them to the keep, but before I could tell the girl pulling at Lucasta to calm down, Sergeant Leonel grabbed my shoulder.
  “Lieutenant, do you wish for me to report to the General and inform him of the events in the Northern provinces?”
  “No, I’ll do it personally. I imagine he’ll want to see me anyway.”
Leonel nodded once and held my gaze, as if wanting to say something more. I stared back at him. He was half a head taller than me and had black hair and thin, blue eyes. He’d served under me for three years now, and when he was offered a promotion, he’d declined so he could stay in my unit.
   I knew he was infatuated with me, but couldn’t jeopardize our professionalism, nor could I say that the feeling was mutual.
  “Report in and go say hello to your family, Sergeant,” I said to him. “Dismissed.”
  “Yes, Lieutenant.”
He was so disappointed that the raindrops looked like tears on his cheeks, but he saluted me anyway and turned to leave. The rest of my unit followed his example, and I nodded at each and every one of them (except Clyde, who was still sulking) as they walked across the landing zone which was quickly turning into brown mud.
The keepers took the dragons away to the dragon keep further up the mountain and soon I was left alone in the increasing rain. I tilted my head up: Up towards the grey, gloomy sky, where the sun was hidden behind thick clouds. I closed my eyes and let the raindrops cool my face.
  What would the General say? The war was growing, rapidly. Whatever the Sky Alliance had planned by starting this war couldn’t possibly be achieved now, not anymore. Even the cave-dwelling metal-families had sent seven dragons to join the war effort. Would the General send my team to war as well? I was too valuable to continue sending on scouting missions.
  Whatever it was, I wouldn’t find out by standing here all day. I turned south and started walking downhill, gripping the wooden railing so I wouldn’t slip on the wet stone steps. This early in the morning the General was probably staring at a map somewhere in the war room in Stormhold Fortress. If he did anything else I’d probably find him there anyway since he hardly left the place.
  The fortress was halfway down the mountain, built high enough to seem impressive to the civilians in the great valley, and low enough to not be a pain in the ass to repair if it somehow failed to hold the storm, so to speak. The two guards on either side of the main gate jumped as I walked around the stone pillar and they greeted me awkwardly.
  “Lieutenant! It’s good to have you back,” one of them said.
  “Any news on the war progress, ma’am?” the other one asked.
I shook my head. “Sorry. Classified.”
They muttered in mild frustration when I walked through the metal gates and across the stone courtyard. They weren’t civilians, but they still hadn’t high enough ranks to know anything about the war, seeing as they probably wouldn’t get to a battlefield anytime soon. The massive stone dragon above the wooden doors to the hold was not only there to protect the wood from the near-constant rain, but also to … I’m not sure, really. Very few non-natives had ever visited the keep, and if they had, they had authorization and wouldn’t be scared off. So why they had carved a massive lightning dragon out of stone to tower above the entrance was a mystery to me. Especially considering that they had even tried to have constant lightning flicker in its mouth, only to reluctantly settle for a fire that kept getting extinguished. You know, because of the constant rain.
  Another set of guards later, I was finally inside the fortress. The sound of distant thunder and loud raindrops died out as soon as the doors shut behind me, and the silence in the great, warm hall pressed against my ears.
It seemed empty, but this was only the entrance hall. The war room was on the second floor.


“It’s spread to the east.”
Their serious voices echoed in the hallway.
  “Can we assume that the swamps will take the side of the enemy?”
  “They’re enemies until they prove otherwise. I sent out a scouting party two days ago, we should have intel by the end of the week.”
The two men and one woman looked up from the massive wooden table when I walked into the room. General Haeron, Colonel Loren and Major Juno, the three most powerful people in the military. Though the General had the final say, he was rarely seen without his two best war buddies.
  “Lieutenant Aeron. You have already returned?” Major Juno sounded surprised.
I ignored her pointless question and walked closer to the war table, careful not to get any water drops on the map.
  “I have a report on the progress in the north. Do you want it in spoken or written form?” I asked the General.
He nodded for me to proceed and I put my hands behind my back and straightened up.
  “The metal clan has deployed seven units, though they were stationed not far from Shaynite and shouldn’t cause too much disturbance yet.”
  “Seven? That’s pretty generous, coming from the metal clan,” Juno said to Loren.
  “I didn’t know they were such great earth-sympathizers,” Loren said and rubbed his chin like this was some sort of great mystery.
I cleared my throat. “With all due respect, sir, they live in caves.”


All three of them stared at me with blank expressions, before the General sighed and asked me to continue the report.
They were all very happy to hear that there were only three casualties of our own, and that the dragons had luckily been recovered.
  “Dragons? What good are the dragons?” Juno said with disgust hiding in the corners of her mouth. “We can breed new dragons, but we can’t give birth to and train new riders this quickly!”
   “Calm yourself, Major,” the General said. “Only three died and we have plenty of new recruits just waiting for their chance to prove themselves.”
The Major shook her head but didn’t say more.
  I looked towards the General. My report was delivered, but I had to wait for the General to dismiss me before I could leave. The General wasn’t very old, only forty-five, but he looked older. I wasn’t sure why. People like him hadn’t seen much battle, they usually would sit at home base and stare at maps, and he’d been promoted for his strategic brilliance rather than his battle prowess. Though I suppose the stress did wear him out.
   The General looked up and met my gaze. He held it for a few moments before loosening the collar of his uniform.
  “Colonel, Major, if you would excuse me. I need to speak to the Lieutenant.”
  “Of course, sir,” Juno said.
  “Yes, sir,” Loren added.
They both gave me strange looks before leaving the war room. I watched until their backs disappeared behind the door and then turned back to the General, who was lighting a pipe. He walked over to the large window overseeing the western part of the valley and stared out through the wet glass before sitting down in an armchair. I could only hear the sound of the rain outside and a distant storm.
  “Aeron,” the General sighed after a few moments.
  “Father,” I acknowledged.
  “Sit.” He gestured towards the armchair in front of him but I didn’t move.
  “My clothes are wet, sir.”
The General grimaced briefly before gesturing again, sharper this time.
  “Just sit down, lieutenant.”
I nodded and obeyed my order. The shadows that stretched across father’s face seemed to grow a darker blue as he frowned and I saw his jaw tighten. He didn’t have good news.
  “I have received a letter.”
  “From whom, sir?”
Father blew out smoke trough lips twisted in a grimace. It didn’t smell like the usual stuff he smoked. It was heavier, far more dry and smelled of forests I’d only encountered while scouting outside of our borders. Perhaps northern? Strange, we didn’t have any allies in those provinces.
  Instead of answering my question, father handed me a letter that he’d picked from his breast pocket. I moved to the edge of the chair to be able to read the letter in the light from the window.

General Haeron Lexius,


It would be a great honor to have You present at the United Council two weeks forth from the arrival of this letter. While this invitation may seem inappropriate during these troubled times, this matter can unfortunately not be postponed. The Grand Oak has asked for us to unite, for there is a threat greater than that of this war, and we must stand together, or perhaps build a plan to neutralize the threat before it grows out of our control.


Please,
this may be greater than any war we have faced to this day.


If the General still has doubts, or perhaps greater matters still concern Him, send a representative to the council, someone who can speak His words and help make our decision.


Awaiting your answer, or arrival


Head Priestess of the Oak, Arbor Hollow


I looked up at father. He had gripped his chin and was watching a raindrop glide down the glass; his eyebrows were so deeply drawn together that I imagined it hurt his forehead.
  “You are going, I presume?” I said and realized that my voice had sounded almost accusing.
That’s when he reached back into his pocket and gave me a smaller letter, more of a note, this time.


Haeron,


Let the flame-fuel have their council. Don’t waste your time.


Amelia


Right. The general of the air-fleet. Our greatest ally in the war. Going to the council now could be seen as a betrayal. And General Amelia wasn’t the forgiving type. Even if the air-fleet couldn’t afford to cut off our troops from their army, it could still build a distrust we couldn’t allow.
  So, would father just ignore this letter from the “flame-fuel”? The Grand Oak wasn’t just someone you could brush off this easily, and this letter was written by the head priestess herself! It seemed urgent, and if it truly was a matter more important than the war, then we had to ignore the risk of petty distrust to attend this council.
  “Well?” I said to the General. “What do you intend to do?”
  “We won’t go.”
  “What?” I spat.
The General gave me a sharp look but I ignored him and stood up with the letters in my hand.
  “Lieutenant, we cannot ignore the orders of General Amelia.”
  “Yet we can ignore the plea of a thousand year old dragon? Are you quite serious, sir?”
  “It could be a trap. A way to get me somewhere where I’m not safe.”
Right, because he’s somehow more special than all the other generals before him and couldn’t be quickly replaced? I shook my head and threw the letters on the chair that I’d been sitting on.
  “Fair enough. Then I’ll go.”

Friday, September 11, 2015

1: Malacinn Chapter 1

Shit shit shit. This was bad. This was pretty fucking bad. I swear, probably all of Shaynite heard the loud clatter that now echoed in the large storage room. It was dark in here still and the only source of light was the torch in my clenched hand, but even though I could not see all of the damage, I could easily imagine the chaos that I had caused by bumping into that stand which held a bunch of swords in place. There was probably even some spears in the line of weapons, or well it was more of a huddle by now. How I had managed to yet again completely disrupt the calm atmosphere of the storage room, i did not know. Actually, I was not even allowed to go down here for a month last time it happened, and I was only allowed to go here this day because Slate was too busy with the oven at the moment, and choosing between letting me take care of the fire or getting a spear from the storage was a pretty easy choice.
    "Mother is going to kill you!" a loud and irritated voice called from the other floor and I immediately started lighting up the torches on the walls. If I was going to clean this up before the owner got back I would prefer if I was able to see what I was doing.
      In the end it turned out that only the first two rows of weapons had fallen to the floor so it only took me a couple of minutes to get them back in place. I was also able to find the spear I came down here for in the first place in the middle of the huddle. I almost got a heart attack and silently prayed to whatever gods that were listening that it would not be damaged, and lucky me, it was not.
      When everything was back in place against the stone wall, and after I had noted that nothing was damaged, I extinguished the torches and started climbing up the rocky stairs that probably could be more even than they were. Which would have been much safer considering that I had a really sharp spear thrown over my shoulder. The spear in question had been made for a rich jerk's son that had finally decided to leave this dark hole of a city and join the big dragon war. If you ever heard me say that I was not jealous, it was a big lie. I really wished that I had enough money to buy some real armor and strong weapons so I could go up to the surface, but the gods had not been that kind to me. Sure I could still join the army and use whatever cheaper weapons they could find, but doing that would have the same result as jumping down one of the darkholes. Instant death.
       As I stepped out of the stairway the smell of smoke and burnt metal instantly hit me in the face with a stronger force than down in the cellar, but since I had worked here for the bigger part of my life, I was used to it by now. It was not as difficult to breathe anymore as it had been in the beginning. Sure we were all used to the smell of metal and living in smoke, but it was even worse in a forge.
    "Finally! I thought you had died down there". Slate sighed and walked up to me with a tired look on his face. He was way taller than me and I was a hundred percent sure that his family were descendants from giants. They all had broad chests, arms probably bigger than my head, long legs and sharp outlines in their faces. I had to tilt my head to meet my friend's ice-blue eyes that were staring down at my own green ones. His messy brown hair was black from the grime that the fire spit out as if it was the owner's cocking. Mine however, was naturally black.
    "Well I can see why you would think that, but no, I'm alive". At that he rolled his eyes but decided to not comment on whatever he thought had happened in the storage. "Also here's the goddamn spear that almost gave me a heart attack" I shoved the weapon at his chest and he immediately went back to work. The spear did not really need anymore work, but it was custom to always do a check up of the weapon before the delivery.
      I went over to the counter on the other side of the room. It was really just a big flat stone with a plank on it to make it more even when you had to write down orders, but it served its purpose so I did not see why we would need anything more fancy. We were just happy that we had gotten our hands on some wood. Though I had to stop the owner from using it for the ovens. If I was going to write all day then it better be on a flat surface that did not ruin the parchment. Also I really liked the feel of wood under my hands. It was not as cold and solid as metal or stone.
   "Cinna can you take this to the Ofir mansion?". I hardly had any time to react before the spear were thrown in my direction. Luckily I was used to Slate throwing weapons around him so I caught it before it hit my head.
   "Seriously you have to stop that. You'll kill someone one day!" He only chuckled and went up to the counter to check on the next order.
   "It seems like more and more people decide to join the army," he noted as he read the abnormally long list. I even had to use 10 parchments this week, which was more than double the amount I usually needed.
   "I wonder why. It's not like we live in a dark, cold shithole or anything...".
"You're being too harsh. It's not that bad".
   "It wouldn't be if we actually were able to go up once in a while".
"You know why we can't do that..." At that I sighed and started walking to the door, another piece of wood that I had saved from the ovens. My old and tattered leather bag was thrown on the stone ground in the corner, and I picked it up with my free hand.
   "I know I know. Dragons, war, death. I've heard it already you don't have to lecture me again". I heard a deep sigh before I closed the door behind me and started walking towards the Ofir mansion.

 The Kingdom of Shaynite, or as it was called in the old language, The Kingdom of Metal was nothing more than a bunch of tunnels, some broader than others, and doors sometimes accompanied by small windows. Tubes ran all over the rocky ceilings leading smoke out and fresh air in. It was dark, cold, smelled like smoke and fire and overall not so welcoming, but it was not as bad as I usually made it out to be. I had met a lot of nice people in these tunnels, and they took care of my mother and I when our family left us on the street to perish. We also had a lot of beautiful caves where the different metals hiding in the walls would shine in the light from our torches. I was pretty sure that you could not find things like that on the surface, but what did I know? I had never been up there before.

After finding my way through the crisscrossing tunnels I finally ended up in front of the Ofir gate. It was placed in a opening to a bigger cave and was completely made of dark metal. Golden patterns ran over the grey surface and created the outline of a dragon in the middle, where a piece of a blue ophir was placed shaped as an eye. The Ofir family was one of the few dragon families, which meant that they owned what most people really wanted, a dragon. So it was not weird that the oldest son now was about to leave for war, since dragons were mainly used as weapons and were the biggest key to victory in a fight with another kingdom.
    "You there, what's your business?" The harsh voice shoved my thoughts away and I looked up to meet the gaze of the armored woman in front of me. She was average size, which meant that I only had to tilt my head a little bit to catch her stony glare.
    "Weapon delivery," I said simply. She eyed the spear that leaned on my shoulder and it seemed like she understood.
    "For the young master?" She asked which received a nod from me. "Alright, I'll call on someone then". At that she turned her back to me and walked up to the giant gate.
    "Open up!" She yelled at the metal and soon enough a loud clatter could be heard as the gate slowly opened. It did not open all the way though, only enough for a older man to stick out his head. The two seemed to discuss something before the gate opened some more to let the other one out. The man in question was short, which meant that he was as tall as me, had a long braided, dark beard and clothes that probably costed more than all the food I had consumed last year. They were blue and had some golden details on the chest, shoulders and probably the back. But I did not care how expensive they were, I still thought they looked ridiculous.
    "Finally, the young master has been waiting for you!" He said as he walked up to me. It was probably my fault that he had been kept waiting but I did not want to mention that to the man in front of me, so I only forced a polite smile.
    "I'm sorry, I've never been in this part of Shaynite before" I lied. It seemed like he believed me but did not look much happier about my late delivery.
   "Then maybe you should get someone who actually knows where to go." He grumbled and I started to feel impatient. Could this man stop complaining already so I could get back to the forge?
    "Should you really keep the young master waiting longer than necessary?" At that he only glared at me, but at least the complaining stopped.
    When I handed him the spear he snatched it from my grip as if he thought it would run away. The urge to roll my eyes was really strong, but I was able to resist it and just focused on keeping my polite smile intact. The last thing I needed today were some angry rich snobs wanting to kick my ass.
A loud roar could suddenly be heard through the gate and I instinctively flinched away from the sound.
   "Was that-" I did not get to finish my sentence before the woman cut me off.
"He sounds angry." She noted and I decided that it was better to just leave. Ignore the first thing I said, a angry dragon was the last thing I needed today.

*

It did not take me long before I once again opened the door to the forge. I was instantly met with the thick smell of sweat and fire as I stepped in and let my bag slip to the ground. It was nice to be back, away from the rich snobs and their dragons.
     As usual I reclaimed my place behind the counter and leaned lazily on my elbows. My eyes followed the lines on the wooden door as they always did.
"It must be pretty small,"I said thoughtfully. Slate, who had been hammering away on a sword the last hour, wiped the sweat off of his face with a dirty cloth and looked questioning at me.
    "What did you say?"
"The dragon. They keep it in the mansion. It must be pretty small."
   "Well not all dragons are giants you know." He rolled his eyes and threw the sword back into the fire.
"Of course, I know that. I just thought that since they act so stuck up all the time they would have a big and really strong one, you know?"
   "A dragon's strength is not determined by its size. Have you never heard about the lightning dragons? Or the air ones?" I shivered at the thought of meeting one of those. Especially the lightning ones. I had heard that they were frightening fast and could summon deadly storms. Well I had never actually seen a storm before but I did not like the thought of leaving my fate to nature like that.
   "Yeah but metal dragons are stronger if they're bigger right?"
"Well...it also depends on the rider..."
    "Can't one of you just admit defeat already?" None of us had neither seen nor heard the woman when she had entered the shop, and both of us immediately straightened our backs. She was big, even bigger than Slate, but not by much. Her brown short hair was as messy as her son's, her leather clothes were tattered from all the days in the forge and her big blue eyes were shining with amusement as she watched us.
    "So I assume that the Ofirs have gotten their spear?" I nodded but she only raised an eyebrow. "I can't hear you boy..."
   "Yes ma'am, the spear has been delivered earlier this morning" I said and made sure that I did not mumble the words.
   "Was there any problems?" There was something in her tone that made me believe she was on about something, but I did not know what so I decided that it only was my imagination.
   "No problems ma'am" I lied with a smile. Thankfully Slate did not comment on it, but it seemed like the gods had once again decided to abandon me. Or maybe they were playing tricks with me and laughing at my failures. Either way the owner now raised her eyebrow again.
    "Is that so? Then would you care to explain why a Ofir boy stood outside my door just a minute ago, going on about how his master was pissed about the late delivery?" I could feel how my body instantly tensed up and my smile got wiped off my face. Of course did the Ofir snobs just have to send a messenger to the owner. I even was polite when I was there, so did they really have to be so pissed about it?
    "I um...Had a problem down in the cellar and didn't get going as early as I thought I would".
"What was the problem?" I had really hoped that she would not ask about that part, but like I said, the gods hated me.
    "Well I...two stalls fell over and I had to clean it up. But it only took a couple of minutes I swear!" There was no point in lying anymore. All I could do was pray that she would not get too angry with me.
   "Did anything get hurt?" She now looked very concerned as she held my anxious gaze.
"No ma'am. The weapons are fine".
   "Well that's good, but that's not what I asked." My anxiousness got replaced by a confused look, but only for a moment because I suddenly remembered that we had had conversations like this multiple times before. Will I ever learn?
   "Nothing got hurt. I wasn't standing in front of it when it fell, don't worry". She smiled at that and it made me relax a bit. She was not angry, just worried.
   "Glad to hear it boy. I'm so relieved that you're not working in the mines," she chuckled as she messed up my hair even more with her hand. Behind me I could hear Slate snort at her comment.
   "Yeah he would have been at the bottom of a darkhole by now". I shot a glare over my shoulder but it did not have any effect on the giant. He only chuckled just like his mother, and it was at times like this that I realized how similar they were. Even their laugh sounded pretty much the same.
 I was able to shake the hand off of my head and the two giants eventually got back to work.
    "Uhm, miss Gina. I'm sorry about the delivery..." I knew that she was not angry at me but I still felt bad. It was not me who had been blamed by the Ofir family, it was her.
     She only smiled at me, and in the light from the fire beside her I could get a clear look of her. The many scars that covered her arms and the one on her round cheek really stood out when she was near a light source. Usually we could not see things like that because of the darkness we lived in. Scars were a faint thing and we would easily miss them if we did not know where to look. I knew that Slate had similar scars on his body, but he was not standing close to a fire at the moment so I could barely see them where he stood at a rock table in the corner. I looked down at my own hands and followed the vague lines with my eyes. They ran all over the back and then went on climbing up my arms. I think they ended somewhere around my shoulders, but I was not sure as I could not see that far up my own body. I sighed and reclaimed the position I had had earlier. An elbow on the wood before me and my head resting in my hand as my eyes were fixated on the door. Soon the forge was once again filled with the sound of hammering and the steaming sound when the hot metal met cold water. 

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Well that was the first chapter from Malacinn's point of view. I hope it wasn't too bad... I promise stuff will actually happen later.
Also: I will use some words from a shitty made up language, but not too often since the people in the story doesn't use it as much anymore. It will mostly be used for short phrases or sayings, and sometimes as warnings. Some characters will use it more than others but I promise that it won't be too confusing...I hope... An example in this chapter would be "Shaynite" which literally means "Kingdom of Metal". So "Shay" means "Kingdom" and "Nite" means "Metal"...the more you know...

 Anywaaaay, leave a comment if you feel like it or rate the chapter. It would be nice if you did!
Have a nice day!
 //Boris (σ゚∀゚)σ

Welcome (Info and stuff)

Welcome humans, this will just be a short infodump about how this will work.
So Pierre and I (Boris) will write a story together where we have our own character. These characters will have their own chapters. Which means it will be like following the same story but from two different perspectives. Of course we won't rewrite the same scenes where the characters meet or anything (if it's not important to the plot).
 I will write about Malacinn (will also be called Cinna sometimes), so if you see his name in the title it means it's my chapter.
I should also probably warn you about my English. It's not my first language and this is the first time I actually try and use it for a story. I've written a lot in Swedish (which is my first language) so I'm used to writing in general, but let's hope that my English won't be too bad. Pierre however has written some in English before so she'll be better than me. xD
Also please ignore the Swedish stuff under this. It's an old story we wrote before and it's not good. Trust me just...ignore it.
 Anyway that's everything I want to say at least. I hope you'll like our story!
Pierre is there anything you want to say before we begin?
//Boris

BRU BRU BRU this will be amaze and also forgive for english and also bad updating, I suck at updating.
Also we both like to draw so expect some shitty-ass drawings in the future on my part. Also both Boris and I are cis women so please ignore the random names.
Anyway have fun bitches!!!
//Pierre

Friday, May 3, 2013

Jag vill dö som en gamer- Kapitel 38

Chris

Jag visste inte hur, men jag skulle hämnas på något sätt. Varför hade han gjort så? Ännu viktigare, varför hade jag låtit honom göra så?
 Jag var på väg mot mitt rum, jag hade ingen lust alls att gå till tvillingarna just nu...fast jag ville fråga Andrew om han hade varit med på det. Han hade ju försökt varna mig, men gjorde han det för att verka oskyldig? Nej, han måste i alla fall ha varit allvarlig...hoppades jag. Jag ville ha en vän i alla fall.
 Plötsligt slocknade allt och allt jag kunde se var mörker. Hade jag svimmat? Nej...jag var vid medvetande. Strömmen hade gått.
Jag gick försiktigt framåt med händerna utsträckta för att kunna känna om det var något i vägen. Det här påminde mig läskigt mycket om labyrinten i spelet. Jag hatade den fortfarande, så det här gjorde mig inte precis på bra humör.
 Plötsligt gick någon in i mig och jag föll omkull.
- Shit förlåt, sa en bekant röst och jag ställde mig upp med en suck.
- Det gör inget Andrew, sa jag och jag kände en hand mot min axel.
- Chris? Vet du vad som händer? frågade han oroligt och jag skakade på huvudet, men så kom jag på att han inte kunde se det och sa:
 - Nej, det enda jag vet är att det är strömavbrott.
- Vi borde leta rätt på de andra.
 - Varför?
- Jag förklarar sen, kom nu, sa han och drog med mig vidare genom korridoren. Jag följde så klart efter, han höll hårt i min arm så jag hade inget annat val.
 Vi stannade efter ett tag och jag hörde att han knackade på en dörr. Hur hittade han hit?
- Anthony, kom ut, jag hittade Chris, sa han och dörren öppnades.
- Bra, har nån av er någon aning om vart de andra kan vara? frågade Anthony och jag kände mig plötsligt arg och sårad på samma gång, men jag ville inte bråka nu. Andrew hade något i kikaren, så det kändes som ett dåligt tillfälle att ta upp hans svek nu.
- Jag vet vart Crickets rum är, sa jag och lyckades gömma min ilska.
- Okej, visa vägen, sa Andrew jäktat och jag drog med honom, och han drog antagligen med sig Anthony.
Det var verkligen svårt att hitta i mörkret, jag fick verkligen lov att tänka mycket. Jag behövde föreställa mig korridorerna framför mig och tänka ut vilket håll jag skulle gå åt.
 Efter ett tag trodde jag att jag stod framför rätt dörr, så jag knackade...men fick inget svar.
- Är du säker på att det är rätt dörr? frågade Andrew och knackade på dörren igen, fast hårdare än mig.
- Det borde vara den här, hon gick nog ut hon också, sa jag och såg mig omkring i mörkret. Jag önskade verkligen att jag hade en karta över stället, en sådan som jag hade haft i labyrinten.
 Vi fick helt enkelt lov att försöka hitta henne. Hon kunde vara vart som helst.

Cricket


Efter att ha fumlat runt i mörkret ett tag - jag kunde höra Chris' och tvillingarnas röster inte så långt bort - lyckades jag ta mig fram till det som jag trodde var Macs dörr. Om det inte var det så skulle jag i alla fall inte störa den som bodde där, för alla dörrar var tomma. Till min lycka öppnades dörren och blåaktigt ljus strömmade ut från rummet.
   - Nämen hej, sa Mac och hans svagt upplysta ansikte log. Kom in och gör mig sällskap, om du vill.
   - Nej tack, sa jag i slutgiltig ton. Har du någon ficklampa eller något?
   - Ja, det kanske jag har ...
   - Ja eller nej.
   - Jag har en, men vad ska du med den till? Sitt lugnt så kommer strömmen tillbaka.
Han var på väg att stänga dörren, men jag satte hastigt foten emellan och jag hörde Mac sucka.
   - Vi måste hitta dom andra. De irrar runt i mörkret också! utbrast jag.
   - Det är inte mitt problem, sa han surt men lät dörren stå öppen medan han sökte efter ficklampan.
Jag kikade försiktigt in i hans rum, som var precis likadant som mitt förutom att det var lite stökigare och datorn fungerade. Han var inne på den där fanfic-sidan.
   - Visst är det kul grejer som skriver om oss? frågade han över axeln som om han läste mina tankar, medan han rotade i en stor väska på golvet.
   - Vissa saker är rent av idiotiska, muttrade jag.
   - Man måste ge dem lite cred för att de har så ändlös fantasi. Här är den.
Mac slängde oväntat något avlångt mot mig och jag lyckades precis ta emot ficklampan innan den slog i golvet. Den var ganska stor och tung, jag förstod inte vad han skulle med en sådan till. Men jag ifrågasatte det inte och slog på den.
Den starka ljusstrålen lyste upp nästan hela Macs rum, och när jag riktade ljuset mot hans ansikte gav han ifrån sig ett fräsande ljud och skuggade ansiktet med handen.
   - Idiot, mumlade jag.
   - Jag älskar dig med.
   - Cricket?!
Jag backade två steg ut dörröppningen och riktade ljuset mot hållet där jag hade hört Chris' röst.
   - Aj, vad gör du! ropade Andrew.
   - Förlåt.
Jag sänkte ljusstrålen mot golvet och lät dem komma närmare. Andrew var den som började prata så fort de var tillräckligt nära.
   - Strömmen har gått, det här är vår chans.
   - Vår chans att vad? frågade jag förvirrat.
   - Att ta oss härifrån! Och jag tror jag vet vart de andra spelarna är! Vi borde skynda, tänk om de fixar elen!
   - Varför är mitt rum konferensrummet? muttrade Mac i bakgrunden.
   - Men är det inte för riskabelt? frågade jag. Strömmen kan ju vara tillbaka när som helst.
   - Precis, och därför får vi inte vänta mer! Komigen!
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Den här gången var det mitt fel att det dröjde xD
 Nu kommer det antagligen bara komma ett kapitel till, och en epilog...så det är snart över :/
Kommentera gärna vad ni tycker!!! :)
 Hare gött!!! xD
//Bokberoende ^^




Tuesday, April 2, 2013

Jag vill dö som en gamer- Kapitel 37

Chris



Jag lämnade Crickets rum, jag orkade inte prata med henne just nu. Jag var fortfarande chockad, men ändå lättad över att jag och Anthony var vänner igen. Jag hoppades att han inte skulle återgå till alla flörtförsök som fick mig att rodna och bara vilja springa därifrån så snabbt som möjligt. Det var bara irriterande, och pinsamt. För, ärligt talat, så var jag inte säker på varför jag lät honom göra så med mig. Varför skällde jag inte ut honom? Han kanske skulle ha slutat då, och varför gjorde han så mot mig?
 Trots att det irriterade mig så mycket, så gillade jag att faktiskt få uppmärksamhet för en gångs skull. Jag orkade inte bry mig om ifall han bara drev med mig eller inte, han verkade bry sig om mig i alla fall. Ingen har gjort det förut. Min bror verkade mest bry sig om mina spel, min mor frågade väl lite då och då om min dag, men hon verkade bara göra det för att mammor ska göra så.
 Jag hade varit ett enkelt mål....
Jag kom plötsligt att tänka på den gången då Andrew för första gången visade sin ilska.
 - Anthony kan du inte bara låta henne va? Man ska inte leka sådär med folk.
- Tror du att jag leker med henne? 
- Du sa samma sak om den förra och vad hände då? Du tappade intresset och krossade hennes hjärta.
Jag stannade med ett ryck. Betydde det som jag trodde att det betydde? Hade jag haft rätt från början?
 Jag kände mig som en idiot. Jag borde ha fattat vad Andrew menade, var jag frånvarande då eller? Var jag verkligen så korkad och dum i huvudet?
 Jag vände mig genast om och började gå tillbaka mot Anthonys rum. Jag tänkte tvinga honom att berätta det som Andrew ville att jag skulle veta, jag ville veta om det var det som jag hade kommit på nu.
 Det som jag trodde verkade faktiskt väldigt troligt. Jag var ett enkelt mål. Jag hade varit ensam i hela mitt liv, jag längtade efter någon som visade intresse nog att ens prata med mig utan att säga något elakt. Anthony gjorde det, han sa aldrig något elakt till mig. Det var inte så konstigt att han fick mig på fall så lätt...jag var ett vrak. Jag hade aldrig tänkt på det förut, men nu förstod jag det. Jag var verkligen ett vrak. Jag hade ignorerat det tills nu.
 Jag stannade igen framför Anthonys dörr med handen höjd för en knackning, men jag lät den falla till sidan.
Jag tänkte inte göra det så lätt för honom, om hade hade lekt med mig så ville jag att han skulle betala för det. Chris Smith skulle hämnas, för första gången i sitt liv.
 Anthony hade skämt ut mig i direktsänt tv, så då tänkte jag göra samma sak mot honom.


Cricket

Jag hade ingenting att göra, ville inte prata med Mac och Chris verkade ha egna problem. Ibland önskade man faktiskt att man hade flera vänner här i livet, jag hade inte ens någon att ringa till.
Utom mamma och Aida förstås, men Aida var för liten för att få höra allt underligt skit som hade hänt här och mamma skulle nog bara bli orolig och försöka få mig ur det hela.
Men vänta. Egentligen så borde ju det fungera. Jag menar, de kunde inte hålla fast folk fullkomligt som de sa på deras hemsida, att man inte hade någon återvändo när man väl hade blivit utvald.
Det skulle bara bli misstänkt om man verkligen inte kunde dra sig ur oavsett vad, det borde visserligen vara svårt men inte omöjligt!
   Ja, jag borde nog ringa mamma och berätta hur det låg till. Kanske skulle hon kunna få ut oss alla härifrån?
Kalla mig feg, men jag ville inte riskera mitt liv för några tölpar jag inte ens kände. Jag hade absolut ingen skyldighet till det och hade full rätt att backa ur detta "heroiska" och något dumma uppdrag. Mamma jobbade nu, och brukade oftast sluta vid åtta eller nio. Jag fick vänta tills dess.

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Jag loggade in på Skype och insåg lyckligt att min mamma var online, och jag ringde direkt. Underligt nog svarade hon inte först. Konstigt, man skulle väl tro att hon ville svara så fort som möjligt.
Men sedan kom jag på. Hon försökte väl få Aida att sova, något som hände ibland då Aida var extra sur på mamma för något som hon hade lovat Aida (som en ny leksak) och sedan inte hållit sitt löfte.
När mamma svarade till slut var hennes hår lite rufsigt och hon hade fortfarande på sig sin arbetsuniform.
   - Heej, älskling! sa hon glatt och log genom sin allmänt trötta uppsyn. Hur går det? Du kom med i finalen, grattis! Jag tvivlade aldrig på dig!
   - Tack, svarade jag och log tillbaka. Mamma, det är en sak du måste veta.
Hon märkte av den plötsligt vaksamma tonen i min röst och såg genast orolig ut. Precis när jag öppnade munnen började jag fundera på om jag verkligen borde berätta något.
Jag menar, hon såg så trött ut och jag skulle bara göra henne mer ängslig. Men å andra sidan så skulle det nog vara bättre att jag berättade och gjorde henne orolig nu än att sedan om jag råkade dö i spelet skulle försvinna helt och hållet.
   - Det händer jättekonstiga saker här. Du vet de andra deltagarna som har förlorat? Vi har inte sett dem mer, de bara förs- AH!
En explosion rätt framför mig fick mig att hoppa baklänges i sängen. De luktade plötsligt av bränt gummi och jag lutade mig fram mot den svarta datorskärmen som hade slocknat i samma sekund om explosionen hade skett. Vad i helvete?
   - Hallå? Mamma, hör du mig? ropade jag även fast jag var 95 procent säker på att datorn hade dött.
Jag såg mig omkring och upptäckte att lampan i rummet hade slocknat också. Var det någon sorts våldsam kortslutning?
Jag letade fram min mobil för att ringa mamma i min panik - för jag var säker på att det inte var en olyckshändelse - men mindes snart att det knappt fanns någon täckning här.
Jag svor högt för mig själv och gick ut för att kolla om det bara var mitt rum eller resten av byggnaden också.
Joda, den nästintill sterila vita korridoren var helt svart när jag kom ut.
Allas rum låg bort till höger, så jag lade handen mot väggen och begav mig mot de andras rum.
Den där mörkerseendes-monokeln hade nog varit lämplig just nu.

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Förlåt mig ... Förlåt mig så mycket :'( Det har varit en massa skit-prov i skolan och annat strunt som har gjort att jag helt glömt bort denna novell. Plus att jag inte hade någon aning om vad jag skulle skriva ...
Förlåt ...
//Fjompen:(