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Postby Klyptomaniac » Sat May 27, 2006 4:26 pm

This is the original. The current story starts at Chapter 1: Birth! Read that, please!

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1: STAG…

“Hey, idiot!” a raspy voice yelled out. “Get me my dog!” A boy of 14 years of age emerged from a dark room. By demand of the man he lived with, he did not show himself to the man, for the reason of ghis appearance.

“I don’t know where the fucking dog is.” The boy had a very harsh tone.

“What did you say?” The man finally stood up from the chair, his gut drooping under his shirt, and spoke with a drunken slur, “The dog’s in the dog house! Are you retarded or somethin’?” The boy’s face bore a very mean visage as he treaded outside.

The late sun revealed his form: he had white eyes, as in his irises were completely pale, bearing a demonic stare that the weak of heart would soon to be afraid of. He had dirty brown hair that reached down to the back of his knees, and was bundled up under his violet jersey and dark jeans, all covered by a green and muddy coat way too big for him. What really made him look the part of a demon was what was piercing his green hat. A pair of antlers, adding about half of his entire body height to him, making his height now seven and a half feet tall, was protruding from his head.

The boy, after fifteen minutes of falling in mud to catch the giant rotweiler and being bitten many times, brought the dog to the man, who was on the black leather recliner.

The boy dropped the dog on the kitchen floor. “Here’s the bitch.”

“You must be fucking retarded! Froth’s a boy! Do you know anything?” the man wobbled to the boy, knocking over a chair in doing so. “You dropped him. I don’t want him hurt, dumb ass. You demon, wasting your pitiful life living! If I could, I’d kill you and the woman who gave you those filthy clothes!” The boy’s eyes widened out, anger flowing threw his eyes into the man’s mind.

“SHUT THE FUCK UP!” The boy screamed. He then ran in to the living room, and pulled out a nail next to the leather chair. “Say anything to me again, and you can sit on the floor!” He proceeded to make a huge tear in the expensive chair.

“Hey, Demon!” The man yelled running to the boy and punched him in the face. The boy just stepped back, and opened his eyes wide again, but they were glowing.

The boy’s eyes grew brighter and brighter, until he screamed, “My name’s STAG!” There was a giant flash, blinding the man and then a great pain. Stag had shot out his terrible power at him: his electric eye beams. The next thing any of them knew, the man was on the ground, his face stuck in a scared gesture, and was now given a deep gash in his left shoulder. Most of the blood was dried instantly, but more blood still dripped from the injury, with the often electric-bolt springing forth.

“My name is Stag, and I’m not demon… YOU are.”

2: Noel…

A girl sits in a room, alone. Pictures hang on the walls of her fifteen-foot room. They show a life she once cherished, her and a man on the beach at Egg Harbor, New Jersey, climbing the stairs of the Statue of Liberty, and the numerous photos of her in the man’s blue truck. The man was her father.
She was once happy, until the night when her father and her mother had a fight. It did not seem so significant. Unfortunately, this was to be the last she would ever see her magnificent father, for he packed his bags and left. Just left. The girl was crushed. How could he have left? He was her father. They loved each other so much, not even a fight could separate them, but it did. This thought tore her to pieces, each bit falling on her mother’s shoulders.
Another night, three years later, she ran. She could not live there anymore. Since her father left, her mother started binge drinking. A good day would end with a slur of abuse, verbal, emotional, and physical at times. She wanders the streets, sleeping at a friend’s house or at a stranger’s, dreaming of the day she would meet her father. The girl had so many questions, and wanted answers. She dreamed of walking to a house in a cluster of others, entering the house, and scream and cry at the same time, saying, “Do you remember me, Daddy? It’s me, NOEL! Why did you leave me? Don’t you love me? Answer me!!!”
But this was a dream, nothing more. Noel was nothing but shattered glass, the reflection broken into many fragments of her soul. She felt a tremendous feeling in her backbone, whether from pain, literal or not, or from anxiousness. This awful feeling was finally embraced on one awful night.
Noel was staying the night at her friend Katie’s cousin George’s apartment in Atlantic City, New Jersey. She was just about to set up the bed she was to sleep in when George snuck up behind Noel and put his arms around her. “Hey, how ya doin’?”
Noel had no idea what he was doing. “I’m tired. Let me go to sleep,” She said slowly from fatigue. “Why?”
“Oh, no reason,” he answered, embracing her even tighter. “Hey… you know what we can do for fun?” Katie was always telling farfetched tales of her perverted cousin, but Noel never believed her. Now she kind of did.
“Please, leave me alone.” She struggled to get free, but he finally she slipped out of his grasp and faced him angrily. “Please, just let me sleep!” George did not look happy at the statement.
“Wait! Just let me…” But Noel already started to back away.
“Don’t touch me,” she started, “Leave me alone!”
George was right at her back when Noel started to turn around to the door. “Oh no you don’t!”
All the feelings she had; the pain, the literal pain, the anguish; all at their biggest height right then. All of a sudden, a sharp pain escaped from her mouth as something started to protrude from her back. She screamed and tears filled her eyes when an unexpected manna happened to this poor girl. A feathered wing, but only one wing, tore threw Noel’s flesh and clothes, pushing George into the opposite wall with a horrible bang. Noel was crying out in pain from the bloody mess the wing made of her.
“Don’t you fucking touch me!” she screamed in a horrid voice.

3: They Meet…

It’s Christmas time in Atlantic Front. It is a wonderful time of the year, of course, but not in this city. This is an awful place outside the six-mile radius of the Troy casinos. Drugs, alcohol, and thieves play host in this corner of the world. You would not expect it, maybe, but this is where the actual tale of souls commences.

A woman in a red trench coat was walking from her job at the bakery when she sees a young girl on a bench at the bus stop. The girl looked very sad, since she was still crying from whatever happened. The woman couldn’t help but sit next to her. “Hey, are you alright?” she said in a British accent.

The girl stopped sobbing for a moment to see who was talking. She then removed the blue hood of her blue snow coat from her head, to reveal medium-long brown hair that curled in the front or her face. Her eyes were completely soaked from crying, but the blue eyes still had shown. “No, I’m not,” she said as her voice quivered.

The women felt very sorry for this poor girl, and said “Oh, that’s to bad. Say, what’s your name? Mine’s Danielle.”

“I’m N-Noel.” Noel was still very upset. She did not want to talk. Her life was miserable already.

“That’s a cute name. I’m sorry, but do you need a hug?” the woman said as she tried to put her arms around Noel. When she did, she felt something on Noel’s back. Something firm and soft at the same time, like a wing.

“AAHHH!” Noel screamed in pain as the woman squeezed at the wing. She was starting to tear again when she broke away from the hug and ran down the street. It was as if she was trying to run from the pain, like there was nothing else she felt was possible to do, while a small trail of blood stained the snow behind her as she started to slow down, crying more than before. The crowd of people littered the sidewalk, Christmas shopping most likely, getting in Noel’s way. She tried to dodge the people, but her crying kept her from seeing everyone. A big man was walking right towards her, but he didn’t bother turning. He slammed straight into the hopeless girl, gasping in shock as she fell.

The man was shocked himself. “Oh, I’m sorry. Are you okay?”

“LEAVE ME ALONE!” Noel yelled on the ground. The man just kept walking, murmuring something foul under his breath about her. Noel stayed on the ground with her tears starting to melt the snow under her. She must have cried for maybe fifteen minutes, until she felt someone tap her soldier with a firm touch. “HEY, I SAID-” but it wasn’t the man. It was the boy without a family, without love, and with the strangest eyes and antlers. It was Stag.
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Postby dark psyghost » Sat May 27, 2006 4:44 pm

nice story a bit confusing but good
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Re: Klyptomaniac's Story

Postby Klyptomaniac » Sat May 27, 2006 8:06 pm

Thank you. ^_^

It may seem under-done and short, but I was just starting out. :unsure:
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: Nowhere To Go…

“Said what?” The boy spoke, giving a feeling of darkness in his voice.

“Who a-are y-y-you?” Noel asked.

The boy just looked at her on the ground and replied, “Nobody, but Stag is fine.” Noel had no clue what to do. She just wanted to be left alone, but this boy was trying to talk to her, and she was still on the cold ground. “You need help, I guess…” Stag said as he pulled Noel up off the ground with a firm tug.

She tried jerked her arm away. “Just leave me alone.” She stated, but Stag kept a sorry yet unsympathetic glance at her and a hold on her arm.

“What were you doing on the ground?” Stag asked, now a bit aggravated by her sadness. “Just talk to me, got it?” Noel couldn’t believe it. She was miserable, and Stag was bothering her with questions.

“My life is miserable already! Why do you need to know anything?”

“All I did was ask a fricking question. I would like to know why your life is so miserable, that you have to fall on the ground and cry!” he yelled in angry sympathy. “Mine is just as bad, or worse, and you don’t see me crying!” His grip on her arm was getting tighter every sentence, as his own hands started to quiver.

“I, I,” she started, but Noel was dumbfounded. She started to cry again when Stag let her go and started to walk. --I have nowhere else to go…-- she whispered to herself. Where would she go? No one knew her, but Stag sounded like he understood, like he wanted to help, but she wouldn’t let him. “Stag! I’ve nowhere to go!” Noel screamed at the antlered boy.

“Nowhere?” the aggravated Stag asked.

Noel couldn’t help it, “Nowhere…”

“Me neither.” Stag replied.

~~Chapter 5: Tag Along…

Noel had caught up to Stag on the sidewalk. He looked mean at everyone, even to some of the kids, frightening them with his demonic pale-white eyes and antlers most thought were being worn to dress up as a reindeer. However, he did not look mean when he looked at Noel as they were walking. This made her feel uncomfortable; yet, wanting to keep walking for some reason she couldn’t put her finger on. “Why are you following me?” Stag rasped at Noel.

“Like I said, I have nowhere to go. You’re the only person who actually tried to help me.” Noel said to him. “Where are you going?”

Stag kept facing his front when saying, “Somewhere to sleep. I can’t find a safe spot,” he added.

“Well, I’ve been in this city for about a month. I think I know where one is. We need to hurry, though, before it gets too cold.” Noel stated as she grabbed Stag’s hand and started to run down the street.

“HEY!” he yelled, but Noel just kept running, Stag tumbling behind. They ran for five minutes when a gasping Noel suddenly stopped, making a running Stag slam right into her back., making a horrid crack sound.

“AHH!” Noel screamed, the searing pain in her back causing more tears to develop in her eyes. A small pool of blood ran down her coat onto the stained snow.

What did he just do? “What happened?” He saw the blood stain her coat. “How the hell?”

Noel was still on her hands and knees in agony, trying to stay conscious. “Stag…I…” She had trouble speaking, but Stag had to see what he did, so he took her coat from her. What he saw nearly made him trip backwards: one crumpled, blood-stained wing.

“What is this?” Stag said in confusion.

“I don’t know.” Noel finally stuttered. “Please, just go away.”

“But you just said…” Stag was getting angry again, since she just was walking with him, now wanting to be left alone. “I’ll be in here.” He angrily stated as he walked into the warehouse they stopped at.

~~Chapter 6: Rude Awakening…

Stag had almost fallen to sleep on a few cardboard boxes in a corner when he heard the warehouse door loudly slide open. A shadowed figure at the door was hanging its head down, revealing its wing, and shaking mildly from the cold outside when it spoke. “I’m sorry, Stag.” It was obviously Noel when the moonlight had shown her face as she walked towards him.

“Sorry about what?” Stag yelled from anger since he was just woken up. “You’re the one who got hurt.”

“No,” Noel replied, “I’m sorry for making you angry. I just can’t take it anymore! …Neither can you.” Stag stood up at this statement. He couldn’t take it: the pain, the abuse, and the death. But he became as ice, cold and hard, yet could melt if hot enough. Stag’s broken mind absorbed the heat into a black hole.

“Fine. Is it alright if I SLEEP NOW?”

“Alright, but thanks for accepting my apology, and my name’s Noel.”

“Whatever, Noel,” he said as he fell asleep again. Noel sat in the corner, watching Stag as he fell asleep. She was careful to keep her painful wing from being crushed again, because it was so new and fragile. Noel also started to examine Stag’s antlers.

~Antlers. How weird… ~ Noel thought to herself as she fell asleep. She felt something about Stag, something that seemed like they were going to have a road of troubles ahead.

BANG!

The load noise ran through the warehouse, causing Noel to spring up, but Stag stayed in his sleep. A huge hole was made in the sliding door, probably from an explosive, hence the small fire. Two men and a woman in red trench coats were on the other side of the hole. They were wearing white headbands with their respective initials: AZ and BZ for the two men, CZ for the woman. The woman was the lady with the British accent who tried to ‘hug’ Noel at the bench. “That’s her, Daddy!” CZ called out with her finger pointed out at Noel.

~~Chapter 7: The One-Winged Angel…

“Excellent, the One-Winged Angel. Good job, Carrin!” proclaimed the muscular man with the initials Az. Carrin smiled and hugged her daddy, AZ.

“Thank you, Daddy.” She said.

The other man, not as muscular, but still tall, said, “Hey, what about me? I found her!”

“Your right, Bryce. Good job.” Az spoke to his son, Bz. They didn’t seem to notice Stag starting to wake up in his box.

Noel yelled, “Who are you!” Carrin broke her hug from her father to look at Noel.

“We’re the ZacMarlin Family!” she excitedly said. “…And I’m sorry to say, but we’re here to KILL YOU!” She had lunged forward by the time she ended her sentence, seemingly floating in the air. Carrin held her arms out and collided with Noel’s body, sending her to spin into the near wall with a bump, and slide into a group of boxes. “Don’t struggle.” Cz added with a horrid smile, “or it’ll hurt even more.”

Noel tried to get up, but she had hit her head when she was thrown into the wall, and was very dizzy. “B-but you w-were sitting with m-me,” Noel tried to say.

Carrin was unfazed by this. “I have a duty to my family.”

“I’m sorry, too…” yelled out Bryce. His hands started to glow green. “…But we can’t take any chances, Carrin.” A green colored fire appeared in his fist.

Noel needed help, “Stag!”

A large humming sound and a faint light was coming from the boxes where Stag was sleeping. “Get away from her!” Stag yelled.

“Oh? How are you going to stop us?” asked Carrin and Bryce ZacMarlin. Bryce’s fire had grown to his front of his arm, and Carrin was ready to lunge forward again.

“Like this.” Stag merely stated as the light grew brighter from he pale eyes until he let out a painful scream. Suddenly, a horrid sounding screech cam from him, but not by his voice, when two parallel beams of lightning shot out from his eye sockets.

Carrin was hit in the stomach, sending her to the other side of the room where her father was. She managed to get to her knees, with a shocked look on her face. “Did you see that! What the hell is…!”?

“Calm down, honey,” said the giant Az; “he may have hit you, but your still alive! Kill him!”

~~Chapter 8: The Fight Continues…

“Don’t worry, I will!” Carrin ZacMarlin pronounced as she lunged forward towards Stag. The light coming from Stag’s eyes had stated to fade away, but he stayed in his spot.

“Stag!” Noel screamed out, but the injury to her head kept her from saying anything else.

It took Carrin only seconds to seemingly hover to Stag’s position. She held her arms out again, and slammed her fists into his stomach, making him take three steps back and crouch on the ground. He breathed loudly as blood started to slowly drip from his mouth and fall on the stone ground. Carrin smiled evilly again and laughed, saying, “He he… it seems this boy isn’t as troublesome as I thought!” Bryce and his father Az looked on at her painful achievement while Noel finally stood up and saw the boy on the ground.

“Oh my god,” Noel uttered to herself. She started to run towards where Stag and Carrin were when Bryce held his hand towards her direction.

“I suggest you stop,” Bryce remarked, “or you’ll be given an even more painful death.” He held his hand in front of him as it started to glow green with a burning fire. Noel was stuck. She couldn’t help Stag at all, whether she was being threatened or not, and was becoming very scared as Carrin picked up Stag’s body by his throat and squeezing it tight.

“You know what’s making me confused?” Carrin started to say, “Why did you just stand there while I attack you? Did you think you were tough when you landed a hit? I’m sorry to say, but your not that tough. You’re just a little cretin.” Stag tried to talk, but the hold on his throat kept him from that ability. “You’re trying to say something, right? Fine. Let’s see what you have to say!” Carrin let go of his throat, but instead grabbed his arms and slammed him into the wall. “Well?”

Stag struggled with his words, but managed to utter, “Do y-you think th-that I would have l-let you hit me? I become blind for a second when I attack. You just got luck-AAHH!” Stag screamed when Carrin drove her head into his abdomen.

Bryce was laughing at his sister’s strike. “Good job!”

Noel was watching as Carrin was beating Stag to a mess. She was getting very angry. Noel didn’t even notice that her wing was starting to move rapidly. Suddenly, the wing swept a big gust of air behind her body, sending her forward faster than Carrin had ever gone, while her wing flared in all directions like a small flame. “Let him go!” she yelled, rocketing towards Carrin at fast speeds, until they met contact. Stag’s unconscious body fell to the ground when she let go. Noel held on to Carrin’s waste while making a sharp turn upwards at he ceiling. Noel threw her into the ceiling with a terrible crash, sending her straight through it.

“Carrin!” Bryce called out. “You’re going to pay for that!” Noel dropped right to the ground after her attack and fell to her knees, wincing in pain from her wing.

~~Chapter 9: Stuck…

It’s a very gloomy day in the Fromager Forest outside the gloomy city of Atlantic Front. Fog sleeps on hills and the ocean that borders the east side, seemingly trapping the citizens in the city. No one had no idea what trouble the misty water vapor resting on its borders, the demon that hid in it, and two young adults would cause that day.

A boy with antlers was sleeping in a warehouse, where apparently chaos ensued. A broken door, singed boxes, and a hole in the ceiling are the evidence of his little fight just the night before. His life almost ended, if it wasn’t for the girl next to him. Though she had many burns, she was still alive. Her wing laid on top of her and the boy, still trying to protect him. As the damped light shown through the hole in the ceiling that the girl had thrown a women through to make it, his eyes slowly opened, revealing two completely white eyes. He sat up and grunted in pain as he lifted his shirts to see a bruised and almost bleeding torso, paying no mind to the wing draped over him. The girl awoke as well feeling her wing move, her blue eyes looking into the floor. She finally rose onto her knees and shook her head. The injury she took to her head was giving her a brutal headache, though she didn’t mind when she saw the boy leaning against the wall, struggling to get to his feet. “Are you alright, Stag?” she asked.

Stag let out a moan, pulling his head back. He did not want to talk, but spat out, “Noel, I’m fine.” He was still trying to get to his feet, but he just sank back down after rising a few inches. Noel got up and helped Stag get up as well, though he did not want to be helped. “That looks really bad,” she wearily stated, eyeing at the bruising on his stomach, since his shirts were still up. Stag slowly put them back down.

“W-where are we?” he asked. He became unconscious after a final blow to the stomach that was meant to kill him.

“We’re still at the warehouse,” Noel answered, “Those people, the ZacMarlin family, they,”

“Tried to kill us, I know,” Stag coldly stuttered out. He coughed and covered his mouth with his hand, showing a small spot of blood on his palm. “W-we sh-should probably l-l-leave.” He had trouble saying this with the head butt he had gained to his rib cage.

Noel understood, saying “I agree.” She held Stag up by his arm as they tiredly walked out of the blasted down door and into the fog that enveloped the entire of Atlantic Front. Noel had trouble breathing in the fog, yet Stag was already having problems, as were many of the other city folks. As the two walked across town, people were too busy on their lung capacity to notice the antlers and the wing right in front of them. They were planning to travel through the five-mile forest on the west side of the city, but that was a long ways away on foot, and since they had no money to buy food or take the bus, they were stuck in Atlantic Front, without any energy to travel half a mile.

They were sitting on a park bench, Stag’s head unwillingly pressed against Noel’s shoulders, when this fact finally sunk into her bones. “Stag, WHAT ARE WE GOING TO DO?” she finally shouted, “we don’t have any money, and we don’t have enough energy to take us anywhere. We’re stuck…” Stag moaned in cold agreement.

~~Chapter 10: Mist Curse…

As the fog around the city thickened, the citizens of Atlantic Front were having difficulties with their breathing. For two young adults sitting at a park bench, however, were getting the full effect.

Stag was doubled over in his seat, trying to sit up straight again and again. The pain to his torso, especially to his lungs, kept him from it. Noel’s head was hanging from the back of the bench. She breathed deeply, trying to get in any air that could be left in the immense water vapor. Stag was trying to think about what the fog was doing, and what would cause it, though his mind came up blank. Noel was doing the same, but also could not think of a solution.

Suddenly, a driver of a bright blue car fell asleep, causing the car to drive into the building opposite Stag and Noel. A loud laugh was heard above that same building, almost squealing in excitement. Noel looked up (Stag still doubled over) to see a small man. The man had a large hat on his head, and a white headband that had the initials Dz on it in gigantic, blue letters. He jumped off the building, landing right in front of them without any noise. They could finally see his clothes, which was a black tuxedo that had a white flower on it. He had a huge grin on his face when he said, “Hello, kiddies!” Noel just looked at him, trying to get a breath in. “Having trouble breathing?” he asked, “Congrats, you are now dying of the mist curse!” Stag looked up in anger.

“What is this!” he managed to yell at him.

“Glad you asked,” Dz answered, now sounding tired, “You see, I have this nifty ability to replace all the oxygen in the air with water vapor! That way, you die slowly of oxygen deprivation. However, it isn’t painful, which sucks for me. Oh! What is this?” he asked as he looked at Stag, whose eyes were glowing white.

Though Noel was getting the full effect of the fog, she asked, “Why are you alive, then?”

“I live off of the oxygen in water, or H2O. You can’t do that! Haha!” Dz jokingly stated with a bubbly laugh. Stag eyes glowed even more intense, the small humming sound returning. “What are you going to do?”

Stag let out a loud grunt as his eyes released the lightning beams he had used before. The force hit the Dz in milliseconds, sending him into the car that crashed into the building with a whistling sound. The park bench was driven back a little>

~~Chapter 11: The Battle in the Mist…

Dz, after a few seconds, emerged from the car and jumped into the street. “You’re going to pay for that!” he declared as he raised his hands. The fog that enveloped the city started to gather in his hands, turning into an enormous sphere of water. The sphere started to lift in the air, and as Dz brought his fists into the ground, an invisible force shot the water towards Stag. Noel stood up, now seemingly able to breathe. She faced the water ball, and held her arms out, knowing that Stag was blind for about a minute after shooting, and guarded him as the ball struck her palms. “What do you think you’re doing?” Dz confusingly asked. Noel’s wing started to flap again, flailing in all directions like a candle flame. Her feet were lifting off the ground, and a gust of wind was stirring the water vapor under and behind her. Soon, she was three feet off the ground, moaning as the wing was using up her energy.

“Why won’t anyone leave us alone!” she screamed. Noel charged her right fist back and smashed it forward. The impact to the sphere caused it to shatter across the wide of the street, dousing Dz as well. The mist looked as if it was starting to dissipate letting Stag breathe more clearly. He stood up from the bench, like Noel, and stared at Dz with anger in his white, demonic eyes.

“What are you doing here?” Stag demanded.

“You have no idea, do you?” asked Dz in return. “To put it simply, the forces I work for want you dead. You both are living contradictions that threaten their work!” He was sounding a bit scared as he told Stag and Noel his information. “That’s what I, and twenty-five others, are for!”

Noel was baffled. “Twenty-five!”

“Yep, twenty-five, one for each letter of the alphabet. The closer your letter is to Z, the stronger you are. The five vowels are the main elementals! You’ll probably meet Ez, Fz, and Gz next, if you survive today!”

At that, the man took his hat and placed it on the ground in front of him. He raised his hand above the hat and started to twirl it In the air. Noel flapped her wing again, and she was off in a straight line at Dz, but he had already created a whirlwind of water around him. The current in the air knocked Noel off course and caused her to fly into a lamp post. Stag’s eyes were glowing again, but instead let off a smaller beam. The beam touched the above-ground whirlpool and broke through it, though it missed its mark by a foot. Dz started to walk, the whirlpool traveling with him.

Stag tried to run to the side, but the steadily increasing water sucked him in. Stag’s over sized jacket was torn away from him as he was thrown from one side to the other of the whirlpool. His eyes were shining again, trying to get a fix on Dz. Noel had risen into the air again, her wing lashing about behind her, though she was still trying to keep her air balance. Seeing the jacket caught in the water, Dz stuck his hand out into the water and pulled it out. “Is this yours? I don’t like it, so let’s tear it apart!” Dz declared with the jacket in his hands. He started to pull on the seems that held the sleeves together, and was unfortunately succeeding. Stag’s eyes were getting so bright that the water seemed to glow itself, his face showing nothing but fury. He yelled out as he fired his beam, the lightning tearing a hole in the whirlpool, and since Dz was too busy with tearing his jacket, it collapsed. Like rain, it fell on the three fighters as Stag loudly fell to the ground on his feet.

Something was different, as that he could see only after a second. “Give me the coat back,” he demanded in restraint, “or I’ll KILL you.” His face was dead serious as his demonic eyes stared into Dz’s eyes.

~~Chapter 12: Threats and Realities…

Noel watched as Stag lunged toward the Dz. Stag grasped Dz’s arm, spun around, and threw him into the bench he just sat at. Stag then ran to him and kneed him in his face. He attacked him with a great speed, as Noel got ready to help. But no help could stop Stag from his onslaught. The beating continued, until Dz dodged a hook shot for Stag’s right arm and pushed him away with a mild jet of steam. Stag finally took a small rest, his head drooping and his breathing heavy. Dz coughed, wiped some blood off of his chin, and said, “Jeez your—cough—mad! I should—cough—never have touched your belongings, —cough—should’ve I?”

“You have no idea.” Stag replied with an evil stare.

“Stag, stop!” Noel yelled out. She noticed his eyes shining again. Dz held his arms out in a circular water shield to defend him self as a voice yelled out, the lightning striking the shield. Though Dz stood his ground, the electricity was conducted by the water and ran through his body, locking his legs in place. He was stuck there for a minute when he was shot backwards into the alley that was behind him. A shocked Noel quickly ran to where Dz landed. A horrid look formed on her face when she realized that he was dead. “He’s dead…” Stag had fallen onto his back and his white eyes were open wide.
He realized what he had done.

~~

“Damn,” a voice calmly stated. The voice belonged to a massive man. His form was in shadow, but the light given off by an orb that laid on the table his elbows rested revealed his strong, blue skinned hands. He was trying to keep his temper down, most likely, since his nails were drawing blood from his skin. The man had a wristband on his left arm that held his supposed name; Zechariah Zinc. The orb Mr. Zinc was staring at held the image of two people in an apartment. The boy with antlers looked out the window where the people of the city were trying to remove the man out of the crashed car. The girl, on the other hand, was resting on the one bed with her covers over her. As she was still breathing heavily from some ordeal, the boy slowly etched his head in her direction.

“More are coming,” he stated, “…It’s time we take the offensive.” The man watching laughed evilly uncontrollably as the orb’s light slowly faded away.

THE END
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Re: Klyptomaniac's Story

Postby Cadaverous » Fri Jun 02, 2006 4:05 pm

YAY, stag, good thing I found it before it drowned.
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Re: Klyptomaniac's Story

Postby Klyptomaniac » Fri Jun 02, 2006 5:38 pm

Thank you for resurfacing this thread! Realy. ^_^

I am stuck, though. I'm still unsure how to write what I want to write. Maybe I could give you the basic timeline, and help me detail it out?
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Postby dark psyghost » Fri Jun 02, 2006 6:31 pm

great story
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Postby Klyptomaniac » Sat Jun 03, 2006 11:44 am

dark psyghost wrote:great story


Thank you, too.
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Re: STAG: Eclipse-Part 1, Updated 6-4-06 by Klyptomaniac

Postby Klyptomaniac » Sun Jun 04, 2006 6:45 pm

[center]Chapter 1:Birth[/center]

“Is Beau home?” a girl asks a woman in the doorway.

The woman gave her a smile and replied, “Yes, I think he is. Would you wait here for a minute?” The girl nodded with a sound for Yes and sat down on the steps. It was a beautiful place, with the houses spread throughout the small village, allowing for the view of the darkened trees and to capture her senses.

“I never realized how lucky he is to live here,” she whispered to herself, “to bad he can’t see that.” She knew of Beau’s condition. She was still confused why, though. All this beautiful land and the wondrous opportunities that the future had to offer. But, all he saw was pain and missed chances to be happy. She could not see why he persecuted himself for these wrong doings. She tried to make it clear to herself that it wasn’t his fault he was like this, but still, it was heart breaking too see this friend suffer. That’s why he is going, or at least being dragged, to their schools spring dance. Beau was a kind kid, who helped others like it was an impulse. It was as if he spent too much care on others to save some for him. His deepest sadness is the thought that he has done so much for them, but they never return the favor. “Selfish,” she whispered.

“Honey, your friend Noel’s here!” the mother called to her son’s room. Her son heard, but was busy on his computer. It wasn’t working at all, and he had been frustrated ever since he had gotten home from school. He was almost done with his short story. It was about a man who had dreamt of this wonderful lady who was his soul mate. Beau was almost done when his computer when a blue screen came up with, “THERE HAS BEEN AN ERROR WITH MICROSOFT WORD. A FULL SHUTDOWN HAS BEEN INITIATED.”

“Hey!” he yelled out, “What did I do, you stupid computer?” He tapped the side of the computer screen with his palm, eventually punching the glass with his hands. He recoiled his hand and held it as his knuckles throbbed. Curses wordlessly escaped when he turned off the computer.

“Did you hear me?”

“Yes!” He tied on his shoes and went into the kitchen where the door was. “Umm, uh, hey, uh, Noel,” he said in a different tone than with his mother.

“Beau!” Noel answered while standing up, “You look, well, I don’t know, handsome.” He was, for once. His mound of hair was still combed and gelled into flat layers like always, but his blue shirt and khakis made him look approachable. Noel was pretty as well, with her blue dress and jacket. Her usual ribbon curled hair was now straight, and her beret was at home. “Remember, though, it’s not,” she repeated, “Not a date. You just need some fresh air, you stubborn mule!” Beau knew she was joking around, but just shrugged his shoulders.

“Okay kids, I’ll take you to the middle school now,” his mother said. “Get in Dad’s car!” And so, the two kids and mother entered the car, Noel in the front seat.



It was dark outside the school when they opened the doors three hours later. Everybody was happy at that night; the slow dances, the interaction, and even a few kisses. However, Beau was not around. He was behind the school. Tonight wasn’t at all as happy for him, well, at least not the last half-hour.

The time was nine o’clock. Students were dancing in the middle school gymnasium, while others played games like dodge ball or volleyball in the bigger high school gymnasium. Beau was in the middle school, listening to the music that the others danced by. He didn’t care for the dance, but the music, sometimes upbeat and sometimes slow and calm, seemed to sooth him. That’s all he really came here for.

Then, a few girls came up to him from the blinking lights and lasers and asked him for a dance, to which he kindly replied, “No, thank you.” The girls just giggled menacingly and went away. Beau didn’t find it awkward at all.

Some ten minutes went by, and more music played. The DJ even played orchestra pieces a few times, which was his favorite, and he even smiled for a while. That is, until those same girls came with their dates to him. The boys were angry with him, claiming that he tried to take their girls away. Before Beau knew what to say, they pulled him off the bleachers and dragged him behind them through the blinding lights and laser performances that hid them. It wasn’t just the “date stealing” that made them so hurtful, but the fact that he was picked on all the time for his self-esteem issues and retard accusations. They and their girlfriends called him many names, like Goth-boy or slow-Beau, even though he was very intelligent and never wore black colors all that often. His spirit had broken, and al he could do was walk behind the school and sleep.
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“Where’s Beau?” his mother asked from the car.

“I can’t find him,” Noel replied, “I’ll look around the school.” The mother nodded and calmly waited. Noel walked around the entire perimeter of the school. She then noticed a figure moving around at the far back of the school. “Beau,” she whispered. She received no reply, now saying “Beau?” The clouds in the sky moved from in front of the full moon to reveal the boy’s face. “Beau,” Noel said softly, “I’ve been looking for you since the dance ended. What are you doing back here?” Beau’s face looked sad, confused, and angry at the same time. Now Noel was especially worried. “What happened…?”

Beau turned his head. His eyes met hers, and for a second, his eyes looked enraged, but quickly turned miserable again. “…No more,” he said quietly.

Noel was puzzled, “What does that mean?”

He shook his head and repeated, “…No more.”



Noel’s views on Beau changed the next morning. Noel had just gotten off her bus, and her hair was back to their ribbon curls in the front and straight in the back. She had her books ready and was waiting for School to start in her homeroom when Beau came in with a bruise on his cheek. His eyes looked completely different. The once tired, nervous eyes had become angry and merciless seemingly overnight. He sat down a row behind her and stared at the window. Noel started to feel nervous, since she had never seen Beau look that way before.

Then, Beau’s usual bully came in. He instantly walked over to sit next to him and was about to pester him. “Hey, Beau, what happened there!” he laughed at the mark on his face. “Some one must have finally taught you a lesson.” He moved his books closer to Beau’s desk. “You deserve it.”

“Why?” Beau coldly retorted, “Because you’re so stupid as to blame me for what happens in this forsaken place, when all I do is sit here!?”

“You should know never to talk back to your superior…”

Suddenly, Beau slammed his hand into the boy’s books and threw them across the floor. Noel instantly turned behind her to see what she never thought she would see, Beau getting in a fight. The boy stood up, and so did Beau, but he stared right into the bully’s eyes. He was breathing heavily, and his face was of pure anger. The bully quickly sat back down.
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Re: STAG: Eclipse-Part 1, Updated 6-4-06 by Klyptomaniac

Postby Cadaverous » Sun Jun 04, 2006 8:02 pm

go beau go beau, show him whos boss ^_^
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Re: STAG: Eclipse-Part 1, Updated 6-4-06 by Klyptomaniac

Postby Klyptomaniac » Mon Jun 05, 2006 3:11 pm

'Don't know what to say to that. I'll try to update every few days.
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Re: STAG: Eclipse-Part 1, Updated 6-4-06 by Klyptomaniac

Postby Klyptomaniac » Tue Jun 06, 2006 6:29 pm

[center]Chapter 1:Birth, Part Two[/center]

‘Five days until summer,’ Beau thought to himself. Summer meant no more school for practically three months, so predictably the students were all very excited. However, for Beau, it just meant more tiresome days at home. His house was about fifteen minutes away from the school district, so he hardly found the energy to drag his parents down to the city with him.

Beau was especially fatigued the day after his frustration day at school. Never had he felt so hating or loathing in his life. ‘Well,’ he thought, ‘at least they’ll leave me alone.’ Beau was referring to the kids who now won’t even talk to him because of his mean streak. “So annoying!”

“What’s that?” the red-haired boy next to him said.

“What? Oh, nothing.”

“Ok.” That’s all they said for ten minutes. They were hanging out on the back steps of an old home that had been condemned. The red head, Peter, was playing around with his lighter that he bought just before, and Beau was daydreaming of the story he was writing. Peter then reached into his pocket and grabbed what looked like a piece of paper wrapped around it self.

“That thing?” Beau asked looking at the paper.

Peter gestured the roll at Beau and said, “Its just paper. Do you want some?”

“No. I don’t like smoke.” Peter lit the end of the paper with his lighter and let it burn for a second, then putting it out slightly. He then placed the other end in his mouth and breathed. “You know, even just paper can damage your lungs.”

“Whatever. I’m not in the mood to argue,” Peter said.

“Well I have to go, my mom will be at the store soon. Later,” said Beau as he went around the building.

It was about nine o’clock and the sun had set just half an hour ago. Beau’s mother was working later than usual, and they planned to have him dropped off at Peter’s house until nine o’clock. He was walking on the sidewalk towards Kendrick’s Drug Store when he remembered a short cut Peter told him. It went through a lot of alleyways, but they were small and he wanted to try and get there soon before his mother did. The first turn he tried to remember was either left or right, both having spaces in between buildings. He guessed left and continued on his way.

After thought out turns and passageways he guessed on, Beau realized he was completely lost. Only two years of coming to town was not enough to go through this maze of a living society. Beau was starting to get a massive headache after countless minutes blindly looking around. He only thought his headache was from frustration, but soon seemed to be much more. Only after realizing his pain did it grow bigger. He decided to rest in the alley he was essentially trapped in. Beau buried his head into his folded arms across his knees to try and wait for the pain to stop, but now even the light reflecting off the ground hurt his brain. It felt as if his eyes were going to bulge out of his skull did he start to worry.

“What’s going on…?” Beau wearily complained. He was now lying on his back. The sudden starlight didn’t help at all, only making him squeeze his eyes shut. Suddenly, he felt his whole body jolted in a muscle spasm, putting more pressure on his pain and forcing his eyes open. Then, Beau’s sight disappeared. He was getting very scared now, and was lowly yelling from it all. The darkness that now covered his eyes made him unaware of his surroundings or his body. He thought he could feel his eye muscles moving without him controlling it, and was afraid he was having a seizure or something of that accord.

Yet, another spasm occurred, only this time it was his neck muscles that pulled his head up. Needles were jabbing into his skull after that spasm and he was starting to yell louder. Beau felt like he wanted to fall asleep, but his body prevented that.

Suddenly, the pain shifted for his whole head to two spots on his upper skull. Beau grabbed his head at the spots and was trying to stand up. After struggling, he finally stated to walk, unable to see where he was. Beau leaned against a wall and tried to bear through the pain. Now the pain felt weird. He was shocked to feel something protruding through his head. It didn’t hurt, but the fact this was happening caused him to yell in fear.

The objects were slowly moving out, gaining speed as they did. Beau was absolutely terrified, but he felt a change inside his chest, too. It felt like he was leaving, but being cramped inside his very soul. Suddenly, the object instantly reached a couple feet into the air, but the now mindless Beau was at a loss of feeling. The narrow object look like horns, but changed into antlers when the branched off at their bases. The painless heap of a boy fell to the ground, unconscious.
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Re: "Stag" by Klyptomaniac (Eclipse:2) Updated 6-6

Postby Cadaverous » Tue Jun 06, 2006 7:00 pm

beau has the worst luck, trapped in an alleyway antlers growing out of his head and he's unconsous not a good combination, great update
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Re: "Stag" by Klyptomaniac (Eclipse:2) Updated 6-6

Postby Klyptomaniac » Tue Jun 06, 2006 7:58 pm

I know. Every few days! ^_^
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Re: "Stag" by Klyptomaniac (Eclipse:3, Updated 6-8

Postby Klyptomaniac » Thu Jun 08, 2006 5:37 pm

[center]Chapter 2:Eclipse[/center]

That Saturday morning…

Noel was in her room. She had just woken up, lying on her back and her hands on her head. “Yep,” she sighed, “Saturday.” Noel wanted to stay in bed all day, but she was going to go to the mall with her friends. She was thinking, ‘I’m expected to be there. They would think of me differently if I didn’t.’ She forced herself to sit up right with her legs hanging off the side, but she still stayed on her bed. The sun came from the window behind her, casting a shadow on the wall.

For a second, she thought she could see wings on her shadow, but they quickly went away. If they were ever there, that is.

Noel reached out and pulled out her dresser drawer, now on her feet. She went through the clothes, but not to choose any. She found the photo she was looking for and held it with both hands. It was of her father and his blue truck. They were once happy, she and her mom with this man, but he left them without a trace one day when she was at the unlucky age of 6. Now, almost eight years later, she still wants her “daddy” to come home. However, her mother has left him behind and is now dating another man. Noel does not like him at all, trying to take daddy’s place. She put the photograph back under her clothes and proceeded to pick the out.

Noel said goodbye to her mother and began her ride her bike to the mall, which wasn’t that far away, only a few miles. The trees were starting to sag over the sidewalk, creating a kind of arc for her to ride through. A fog had crept into the town. It made the town look endless as a maze, but Noel knew where to go.

Only after some quarter hour biking did Noel recognize a familiar face. She slowed down to make out whom exactly it was when she called out his name.

“Beau!” Noel waited for a reply, but he kept walking. She turned into the street and pedaled up next to him and staying his pace.

“Beau,” she said softly, “Why haven’t you talked to me? I don’t understand what made you so mad, but that was twenty-four hours ago. Please, talk to me.”

Beau didn’t say anything, only sighed and continued to walk forward. Noel forgot about the mall and was trying to get a response. She easily became upset or aggravated, and she was starting to feel left out.

She squeezed the front tire breaks really fast, coming to a screeching halt. She was close enough to see his eyes, as they were the day before: angry and merciless. “Please! I don’t understand. What did I do? J-just answer…”

Beau came to a stop and turned around, saying, “Just leave me alone. I’ve had it with you and the rest of your friends pushing me around!”

“But I’ve never done that!” Noel retaliated, “Your being unreasonable, like always! Please stop. I know it’s not your fault.”

“Do you?” is all he said before walking away again. Noel tried to say something else, but she was tying not to get upset over this stupid argument.

“Selfish!” she screamed at him with tears.



It has been an hour since sunset, and all Noel can think about is Beau and their fight. ‘He was not acting like he usually does,’ she thought, ‘what the hell is his problem!?’ She only kept herself from crying by listening to music on her mp3 player. She had different songs on it, from hip-hop to orchestra. She loved orchestra, the violin playing on her heart like it was the instrument’s strings. She began to calm down, and the ugly memories of today and days before it were fading away…

…That is, until a bolt of fierce lightning struck her window.
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Re: "Stag" by Klyptomaniac (Eclipse:3, Updated 6-8

Postby Cadaverous » Thu Jun 08, 2006 5:51 pm

Dundundun is beau angry...hmmm
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Re: "Stag" by Klyptomaniac (Eclipse:4, Updated 6-1

Postby Klyptomaniac » Mon Jun 12, 2006 4:45 pm

[center]Chapter 2:Eclipse, Part Two[/center]

The sky was dark, the stars hidden in the clouds. Lightning pierced the clouds and made ghastly clashes of thunder as it went. Beau was on his stomach in the dark alley he fell unconscious in. His face was painted with trickles of blood that ran from his eyes and scalp. The only lights that made it possible to see in the whole town was the immense lightning, which seemed to be concentrated in the sky over the alleyway.

Noel had literally jumped out of bed when the glass shattered. She screamed from the sudden impact and was trying to maintain calmness. Her mother quickly came up to Noel’s room to see what was the matter and opened the door. She found Noel in the corner with her blanket and proceeded to hug her, but Noel got up and walked past her to the wreckage of the window. Noel touched the glass, but burned he hand when she did. The sky was the darkest she had ever seen it.

“The lightning!” she remarked, “What is going on?”

“Honey, come away from the window,” her mother said. She listened, but took only a step away. Noel had never seen lightning gather in one location. No one has.

“I need to go!” Noel stated.

Her mother would not here of it. “No! Are you nuts? You might get hurt,” said her mother.

“How would I get hurt? Dad would let me go!” Noel ran out of the room and down the stairs. All her mother could do was sit on her daughter’s bed and bury her face in her hands.

The bicycle shook and bumped up on the sidewalk as Noel rode it down the street. She estimated she was about five blocks away. She made her first turn, and the lightning seemed to get fiercer and spread out farther. The second turn was made. Noel’s legs were becoming stiff from the hard pedaling, but she kept going so she could get the building out of the way of the sky. She did not know what she was doing as she passed two more blocks.

Now Noel stopped. A bolt of lightning had struck a building not too far from her. She felt the shock wave of the bolt and almost staggered her step. Now she knew what could happen to her.

Suddenly, the sky seemed to take on a new brightness, a loud noise, and the smoking of the alleyway she was across from. She screamed and was taken off her feet from the impact. She did not go that far, but she landed on her back a few feet away.

Noel raised her bruised head to see just what happened only to find a figure on its knees. The figure had glowing eyes, and its antlers were webbed with electrical currents. Electricity was connecting the antlers to the ground, walls, and even the sky with narrow bands. Noel couldn’t help but see into the terrifying glow of its eyes without realizing it had gotten onto it’s feet and was walking toward her.

She tried to say something. Help, a yell, or any noise except a whimper was unbearably possible from her fear clenched throat. However, the eyes seemed to mellow down. It was now possible to see who the figure was. The hair was all wiry and un-kept, but the clothes seemed so familiar.

Another bolt of lightning ripped through the air, but instead of hitting a nearby building, it literally bent in midair and collided with the figure’s antlers. It went down on its knees again while making a loud yell of pain. Its voice was raspy and sick, but there was a similarity of that, too.

Another series of currents replaced the weakening ones, allowing the face to be fully viewed. Now Noel knew what this was.

“B-Beau!?”
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Re: "Stag" by Klyptomaniac (Eclipse:4, Updated 6-1

Postby Cadaverous » Mon Jun 12, 2006 5:10 pm

....shes crazy why would you go out in the middle of a storm that almost killed her :brickwall: !!!HMm you chagned beaus character a but I noticed that
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Postby Darkness_calls » Mon Jun 12, 2006 7:47 pm

She's crazy!
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Good work ^_^
I'll be looking forwards the next update :)
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Re: "Stag" by Klyptomaniac (Eclipse:4, Updated 6-1

Postby Klyptomaniac » Mon Jun 12, 2006 9:07 pm

Why, thank you! I look foward to your opinion! ^_^
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Re: "Stag" by Klyptomaniac (Lunar:1, Updated 6-14-

Postby Klyptomaniac » Wed Jun 14, 2006 9:24 pm

EDIT: Read Last post for Lunar!
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Postby Cadaverous » Thu Jun 15, 2006 4:42 pm

dundundun!!! What could beau be looking for
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Postby Klyptomaniac » Fri Jun 16, 2006 9:53 am

You'll see. ^_^
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Re: "Stag" by Klyp. (Chapter 3:Lunar, Updated 6-17

Postby Klyptomaniac » Sat Jun 17, 2006 10:27 pm

[center]Chapter 3:Lunar[/center]

‘What is this!? It can’t be him!’ Noel thought, for it was all she could manage at that moment. The figure, or Beau, was getting up again, but lost his balance and planted his hand on the wall. His breathing came in a sickly sounding tone. The bright eyes were again starting to mellow, but he still stared at Noel with a burning intensity.

Noel finally was on her knees in what seemed like forever. Now Beau was starting to walk, his gaze now fixated in a new direction. She had no idea where he was planning to go.

Of course she couldn’t help but ask in a stutter, “Where are... are you g-going?”

Beau paid no mind, but simply continued to balance himself on the building to wade forward like the living dead. The town’s electricity had been blown, so no one saw them without being next to them.

Now Noel was standing, but leaning against her respective wall. She was in a kind of shock. Confusion rattled her mind until she decided to follow him. Again, she hadn’t any idea on his destination, but she had an idea herself, ‘Maybe if I follow him, I’ll see if this is Beau or not.’ It was a foolish move, she knew, for she might get hurt, like her mother said…

Five blocks have been passed, but Beau seemed to be randomly lurking around. He did not need to support himself any longer. His step was normal, but he seemed like he was drawn to something, taking turns almost instantly and circling around ventured areas.

Noel had left her bicycle behind; knowing the noise it made might make her noticed. She was starting to get tired. Beau had gained more speed in his walking and Noel was trying hard to follow. Beau made another turn, this time almost running to it. Noel was at the turn, but quickly went up against the wall, almost walking in the open. She peered around the edge of what looked like the museum to see Beau crouching down. It looked like he was examining something. Noel wanted to see, but she couldn’t yet.

Trying to lean forward more, her foot accidentally kicked a rock. Beau instantly raised hi head in her direction, but Noel hid behind the edge. She didn’t dare to look, but she wouldn’t have to; Beau was out of the alleyway and next to her.

Noel gasped at his sudden appearance and stumbled backwards. Beau was looking very odd. His head was facing down and his back was slightly hunched over. Now on the ground, Noel felt odd having to look at him. He did not look good at all.

The moonlight was uncovered finally, but only to show Beau’s changed figure. Blood stained his checks from the eye sockets and his forehead. She could not believe he had antlers, but they looked so real and organic one could mistake him as an elk far away.

The right eye was completely white, but it was a little foggy where the iris and pupil should be. The left eye was the weirdest of all; having a silver-like iris and the pupil stretched horizontally so that it represented an elk’s eye. Those eyes seemed to penetrate her soul.

“What are you…?” Noel strained to ask.

Beau, or what ever he was, was trying to speak. The lips were curling and constructing silent words, like he had never talked before or at least a long time. However, he revealed his voice after a minute of struggling.

He spoke with a sick tone, but Noel heard what he said, “…a…cervus…” He suddenly let out a massive growl. The antlers, which seemed so organic, were now starting to take on a more fake look, like they were aging. Noel did not know what to do except to crawl backwards on the sidewalk. Beau was walking forward, and Noel was absolutely terrified.

‘What was he doing? What is in the alleyway?’ These and other formless questions sprang up in her mind. However, the boy turned around and entered the alley again. Noel had no intention of getting in his way again. So, she stood up with some effort and ran back to her bike without a second thought. She would not let her curiosity get hold of her again.
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Re: "Stag" by Klyp. (Chapter 3:Lunar, Updated 6-17

Postby Cadaverous » Sun Jun 18, 2006 6:56 am

....stag must be in a lot of pain, whats a cervus?
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Re: "Stag" by Klyp. (Chapter 3:Lunar, Updated 6-17

Postby Klyptomaniac » Sun Jun 18, 2006 11:01 am

It's latin, if that helps.

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It's latin, if that helps, but go to freedict.com to look.
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