Part 18 The Original 1st Draft

• Part 1 by JesterJarHead
I sat in the dimly lit room watching the mice scurrying around in the corner of the room nibbling the pile of corn fallen from the hole in the dusty hessian sack.

The Horses are unsettled with the rain hammering down on the corrigated tin roof and flash of lightening followed very closely by a heavy clap of thunder, the storm is not far the wind is gathering strength... I hope I am safe here hidden in the shaddows...........

• Insert by emrldpeeps found in jesterjarheads comments...
Listening to the sound of the rain on my roof top it takes on a life of it's own a rhythm that slowly builds as the thunder breaks the air above.

• Part 2 by luckypickle
But the storm outside was nothing compared to what I was feeling inside. I closed my eyes for a while and let the scene replay again and again. How could I have been so stupid to forget the note? The look on his face when he saw the note. How can I face the outside world again?

All I wanted was to be free from the constraints of this life. Of this house. Of this family. I never meant to hurt anyone. I never wanted to make mama cry. I never wanted to make my daddy mad. Just a breath of freedom...

• Part 3 by Arorin
But maybe part of me did want to hurt them. Maybe they shouldn't have raised me in such isolation as they did. The storm outside is eventually going to settle but will the storm inside ever rest? Do I have to walk this earth wearing this face forever?

• Part 4 by StarWolf77
I was there. The Pain was running through my fains popping out of those fruity juice. But I couldn't resist to stop because squirting you with joy and Faith all over you little birdies Feeding twittering in your Nest...

• Part 5 by smyliebean
WHOAH!!!
That last CLAP!!! of Thunder reverberated through my skull and greymatter so intensely... I was seeing little birdies flying round my head like Tweetybird around Sylvester in Loony Tunes.
" Oh Gawd" I groaned to myself "I hate thunderstorms" ,
The next flash of lightening coincided with another BOOM... I ducked my head into my shoulders hoping to make myself as tiny as those mice , by the corn bag. One horse gave a snort of fright, tossing his head in frustration at being closed inside with the rain drumming on the tin. With my own fear beating in my chest, I would be a complete numpty at calming this beast down at the moment. I covered my ears with my hands and waited for the thunder to lessen....

• Part 6 by Dragon0228
Suddenly, there was a brilliant flash of light as lighting streaked through the air, cracked and sizzled striking a nearby tree. The mice scattered, and the shack shook as the howling winds begin to pick up. I shuddered, because along with the winds... another sound seemed to carry in the night, blending with the rising winds, barely heard as if off in the distance. A sound that is far more menacing this night as it draws nearer like some thing that rides the back of angry growing winds, bounding and echoing in the distance. It grows louder and more distinct as if whatever was making it was coming closer. It did not take long for me to realize it wasn't just the wind that was howling! Those were wolf cries that I heard in the distance... and they were definitely moving closer!

• Part 7 by Floydess
I must find safety elsewhere.
Far from here.
Away from the minacious howls, away from the petrified screams, away from the dreadful memories. I close my eyes and lay my head on my knees as I hug my legs closely. The echoes of the unnerved little girl haunt me. I no longer wish for that faerie-tale ending. There is no such thing for me.

• Part 8 by masterzune
The howls come closer i can hear them just outside the door. Their raspy breathing, the click clack as their claws fall upon the wooden floor
my heart hammers as loud as the thunder outside as i push the shutters aside and lower myself to the ground with fear and courage i never knew I had. I make my way to the dark woods stopping every now and then to listen for signs that they pursue me...

• Part 9 by avalonleppard
Their blood boiling howls made me aware of their proximity, and how close that was, my chest heaved in attempt to desperately drag the much needed oxygen into my failing lungs....Is this it?
My head thumped, and circled, and twisted in a way I never thought it could.....How long till they catch me?
I could almost hear the sounds of them tearing at my flesh, I only hoped I would die before it got that far. How morbid my mind became, wishing for a quick death.....yet my legs were moving, images of the dampened wood were passing my eyes as I sped up....branches hitting my face..where was I going?

• Part 10 by jesterjarhead
I just run as fast as possible my leg's are just a blur.. still hearing the howls and pus........... THUD...
I fall my head bleeding I can feel the track's of the warm blood trickling and dripping from my brow cooling before meeting my skin once more....
I feel dizzy I can't see so goo........
I wake to feel a big wet tongue licking me... taking the blood from my face, I feel the cold nose sniffing scanning, I can't look i'm too scared, but wait those licks are familier I slowly open one eye to see the big black nose of a Labrador I reach out to him but he hear's his masters voice and he is gone.

I raise myself to my feet..... I am so lost... What's this. Something shining, glinting from the sunlight caught on a metal surface....

A highly decorative tin wow, this must be worth a shilling or two....

As I open the tin to peer inside I find within a key, made for a gate or door, perhaps a large travelling trunk or even a chest...

• Part 11 by womaninbliss
sit crouched low, my back pressed against the wall, my palm open the key glinting, tempting me ... what is it for ... what will it open?

I look around me, the howling wind has died down, I am alone. Around me the dark forest has been illuminated now by the sun, just rising beyond in the distance. I blink and stare, trying to focus. My head is filled with wool, confused unable to think.

As I stare, I see something metallic about ten feet away from me. A handle, some sort of door into the ground. I approach, the key in my hand, trembling now... unsure, nervous ... my hand shakes as I look for a lock in which to insert it.

Clearing some leaves I find what I'm looking for, the key turns easily and I take the handle and turn it. I lift the door and am looking down now. A staircase which yawns before me into a cavernous space below. I step cautiously onto the stairs and begin to walk down, down into the depths of this unknown place. Not knowing what awaits me. I flinch as the door closes behind me, I don't know how and I don't stop to question. This is dreamlike, I don't understand. The winding staircase is gaslit, flickering almost uncertain, but beckons me forward.

At the foot of the stairs I am in an open space, octagonal and in the centre of the room is an altar ... as I approach I am aware I am suddenly not alone. I am being watched.

Draped across the altar is a robe, dark green, velvet. I touch it and am immediately drawn to its softness, sensuous, cool and inviting me to wear it. From behind me I am aware that someone is there and I turn to see a figure, draped in the same dark green. He approaches and begins to help me remove my clothing and, once naked, drapes the robe around my shoulders, drawing me close.

The cool of the dark velvet robe is in sharp contrast to the warmth of his body as he holds me and I feel his breath against my cheek.

• Part 12 by pamster369
His breath sweet, like wine, had my sense whirling. This stranger holding me made me feel safer than I had ever felt in my life. How could this be? I looked up, my gaze meeting his eyes, they were as green as the velvet robes. He was watching me with a familiarity that was unsettling. It was all too much. The memories of the past several hours came crashing in my mind like waves against the rocks. I felt my legs go weak and was helpless to stand. His arms deftly caught me, but my body turned and what I glimpsed in the dark recesses of the room made my blood run cold.

• Part 13 by koyptakh
In the dark recesses of the room was a spider. It was not particularly large but ever since the incident on the web I have had arachnophobia. I scanned the room for a jar or something to contain it but there was nothing. The stranger sensed my alarm and saw the spider too. His green eyes widened and plainly he had arachnophobia too. It is more common than people think. Luckily the stranger had been drinking wine and so I used the empty bottle to contain the spider safely and put the cork in for good measure. I said I would release it later outside as rationally I know spiders are harmless. Relief washed through me and then suddenly I knew where I had met the stranger before......

• Part14 by Vignette
he spider no longer a threat, I noticed the stranger approaching me. His dark green robe swaying and dusting the wood planked floor as he glided toward me with stealth. He watched me with a hunger. My eyes were locked on his, my feet frozen in place, my heart racing. I wanted to run, but could not. His eyes held me captive. I suddenly remembered this feeling from long ago. In the deep recesses of my mind a memory started to come to the surface – a memory of him. But how could that be when we have never met before?

• Part 15 by Coyotegray
he had come to him again! The Acolyte! He had not believed his eyes when he saw her descend the stairs. He had dreamed of her return - offered flesh to the Goddess. Now here she was. The rites could continue; the offerings of pain and devotion; her blood and her cries would cleanse this space. He would know the bliss of communion with the goddess he served.

He slipped across the room, the noosed velvet cord in his hand - first he must secure her; then....

• Part 16 by Dragoncat0228
"You should have known hunters would be sent to retrieve you."he said, menace dripping from his every word. "You were a most promising Acolyte. A true daughter of the goddess. Those in the inner circle whispered at your potential." Leaning in close, he inhaled deeply, taking in her scent, letting it set fire to his senses."And you should have known that it would be me who would find you! We could not let you go --- you are far too sweet and know far too much."

He moved to bind her wrists, looked deeply into her eyes... and stopped! There was fear there, that was unmistakable, but at that instant something else looked back at him as well. Her eyes changed, briefly flashing, reflecting the thoughts of an ancient soul...a newborn knowledge that ran so deep it had shocked itself, causing this young woman to curl up in an attempt to escape the new found sense of self that was the true nature of her being.

She changed right there in front of him, relaxing, no longer straining in his grip she looked defiantly into his eyes and that ancient "thing" that peered out from behind the windows of her soul, shifted, reached out, and took hold of him...

• Part 17 by Cici88
Her whole demeanour changed the second she heard his voice. That deep, low voice he'd infused with menace pierced through the fog. His was the voice that had haunted her dreams since she could remember, he would come to her whenever she was suffering or alone. She felt a link to him that she had not let herself feel with anyone else.

"Who are you?" She whispered, surprised at the slight crack in her voice. His hands squeezed her wrists and she looked down. His long fingers easily encircling them and keeping her prisoner. She knew she should be afraid, but she wasn't, she was intrigued. Why did he haunt her dreams?

• Part 18 by 8footdread
Suddenly a voice unlike any she had ever heard before came from...within like waterfalls spilling from the unfolding corners of ten thousand universes. 

“Child!!! Do not fear for we are the many who have been watching you - steel yourself now for we are here to take you from the clutches of this one for he is darkness beyond darkness and he must not have you for all shall be lost if you bear his nightmare...”. 

Arcayne stopped in his tracks searching for the source of power suddenly radiating from this frail girl no longer alone but emanating a menace he dare not meet...not now...not this soon...though he knew his art was made strong by the decades of disciplined arcane ritual this he knew was beyond even his might.

Scowling he backed away keeping his eyes on the girl putting away the cord of slaves and pulled from his tunic a new device of alien design. Whispering in the ancient tongue he pointed the device at the girl; suddenly the inner glow he had sensed rising from within the girl began to rise like a starburst; then she disappeared without a trace!

The last thing the girl remembered was the guttural screams of the stranger cursing as his devices powers fell impotently on the nothingness she had just left behind...and then she blacked out for what felt like an eternity of forevers.

“Wake up...wake up...hey boy wake up!”

Her head pounding like a hammer on an anvil she slowly came to. Out of the haze of her confusion people began to materialise out of the pain in her head.

“Wake up...hey boy wake up!”

“She groaned, “I’m awake, I’m awake...why are you calling me a boy?”

The three woman looked puzzled at each other.

“He must have cracked himself on the head sisters” said the eldest looking at the two nodding youngerlings."

“You must have fallen and hit your head on a rock boy...you were unconscious when we found you”

Groaning she said, “I’m not a boy I’m a girl my name is Jasmine”

The three sisters looked at each other frightened now and the eldest asked the boy sternly, “Boy what is the name of your home world?”

Jasmine answered painfully and a little annoyed, “I’m from New Zealand, you know, Lord of the Rings, Rugby and Kiwi fruit!”

The three sisters looked at each other strangely and the eldest sister demanded again, “Boy tell us now what do you call your world where you come from?”

“Earth, we call it Earth and I’m not a boy I’m a...”, it was then she felt the sensation for the first time. As if something was wrong and yet right. Jasmine reached down between her legs and found there something so unsuspected it just about made her scream...

The eldest sister backed away suddenly with an air of awe-filled knowing..."It is the one...the son of the Blue World...the foretold"...she gestured to the youngest acolyte...and began to incant the most ancient invocation of her order for protection.

The youngest of the sisters helped the confused boy weeping in her arms and softly explained...”Oh child you have come to us through the grace of the nameless ones. They have brought you here to our world – here we are known as the sisters of light, I am Serena of the order of indigo, that is Furuq of the order of crystal, and our oldest sister is Topal of the highest order of aurora – and you child are a son of the blue world, you are the first, the foretold, the one who ushers in the end and the beginning – we have been waiting for you to arrive since the beginning of time...you are the twice born who once vibrated as woman and now are reborn vibrationally as man – soon you shall change again and resonate with the soul of the All Light - when that happens son of the blue world...the universe as we know it...shall die...and be reborn again"

For the second time Jasmine faded into a coma where only the songs of angels sang and then there was ...nothing...as she fell into a death slumber her last thought was...”I’m a boy???”

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"Master?! Do we know where the girl went?" growled his hunting servants with gnashing wolven teeth still wet with the blood of their recent victims...

Long moments passed in silence and then as if awakening from a deep searching trance Arcayne the Dark spoke..."Yessssssss........prepare...we go to battle..."

Only the howling baying battle cry of his hunter servants marked their departure from this dimension...and as they crossed the ever-distance of time and space to the very center of the known-verse Arcayne's only thoughts burned him to the quick...'soon' he thought...'soon the girl shall be mine'...

8FOOTDREAD 8FOOTDREAD
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4 Responses Jul 23, 2010

wow :O fantastic twist ...*whistles and starts thinking * gotta make this good no?

Ok I contacted Drewberry and Bobfrost for the alternative branch<br />
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Here I think we need a truly twisted mind...<br />
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hhhhhmmmmmm we need....[8footdread is suddenly made silent by the morphing of his mouth into a solid holeless maw ...he screams silently trying to cry for help but all he see's appearing before him is...

Big twist!

Very, very cool....