I am doing this because I enjoy writing, if you enjoy what I write then awesome, if not then that is cool. Anyway gonna try write weekly. Current story doesn’t have a name as I’ve only just started it. Please ask me before re-posting, whether it be tumblr or anywhere else.I’ve rewritten the start of my previous story so little bits here and there have changed. Hope you enjoy and if you have any questions or suggestions I’m all ears.
Warning before reading there is violence (fighting/gore/etc.) and possibly strong language (in future).
A whisper, silent and quick, the breeze blowing, blissful in the steaming heat of the city. As the breeze rushed past him the stench of sewage became entwined with the image of the dancing dust, rising and falling with the air that carried it. His feet were sodden, muddy water was seeping in through the holes in his boots. Leaning against the wall of the tavern, a run-down yet jolly joint, small and made of rickety old wood, green with rot and a small steam of water falling from the earthy sky down the titled roof. A small smile spread over his face as two, rugged, drunk men leaning on each other sang their way down the street. The cheerful glow of the tavern far behind them. The rain the only thing dampening the cheers of the merry folk. The streets where bare, dark and foreboding, the only light, the green lanterns dotted throughout the city.
The lanterns were dim, the street cold. Pulling his hood lower he shifted himself further into the shadows. He could sense something drawing in. His hands slowly reaching towards his scabbards hidden within his cloak. As he unsheathed his blades, he moved slowly best to muffle the sound of scraping metal as he withdrew them. Small blue fire flies seemed to illuminate the runes written along the left blade, tracing from hilt to tip, running down the centre of its curved edge. The runes brought a mystical life, made of obsidian, the runes seemed to glow all that much brighter.
In his other hand a crimson blade, it looked to be made of glass. Crouching low shadows, like a statue he waited, It was drawing nearer, it had to be using the shadows much like he was himself. He waited, his heart beating faster, mind racing. A flash of movement, a glint of light. Sweat dripping, shiver spreading up his spine. He could sense it drawing closure, hear its feet scuttling along the titles. It could smell him, the fear radiating from each droplet of sweat the beaded on his body. The creature was playing with him jumping from building to building, shadow to shadow.
She was the night, the stalker, the hunter, this man in the darkness, shivering, was her pray. Yet… Something about his stance the unnatural stillness… Sneaking, stalking the supposed hunter, he had the nerve, the gull to believe that he could defeat her. But she knew better, new the tricks his people used. It is all a game to her, but she saw something in him, something interesting but she did not know what it was or why.
It was drawing closer. He’d got the creatures attention. Next was to draw them in. That was when he rolled into the ally way to his left, in and out quick as a flash. Whilst his illusion, his… ‘clone’ still crouched in the shadows of the taverns wall. The taverns lights went out, the windows shut and the last of the merry drunkards began their stumble home in the darkness.
Running down the alley he charged toward a building to his right, running up the wall and grabbing onto a window ledge, his body slamming into the side of the building having lost the momentum of the run. Climbing the building he began bending the shadows around him to his will, using his magic he bent the light away from him, making him invisible. Pulling himself onto the roof he made his way toward the creature. Loose tiles were his downfall, one false step and he would be dead, his magic saved him from the eyes or others, but not their ears. His mind raced faster and faster the closer to the creature he got. He was so close he could smell the stench of it rotting flesh, could see it peeling away from its deformed body.
Raising his swords, he jumped, spinning toward the creature. His blades hit nothing, thrown off balance, he hits the floor. A husk of a human, glowing yellow eyes that pierced his mind. Long talons for fingers, shining in the dim lantern light. It was that moment that it decided to strike.
It landed on top of him, his blades the only thing keeping the creature from ripping him apart. The creature screeched in his face, gloopy saliva splattering his face, accompanied by the stench of rotting flesh. Its thin, cheeks shallow, the skin on its arms seemed to mould itself around human like bones.
“Pretty pretty pretty…” It squealed in twisted delight, “You’ll be like me one day. Although you don’t even know what I am do you?” It’s high pitched laugh echoed around the street. Quickly withdrawing, it then turns and rushes in, one of its long hands gripping his neck and slamming him down on the roof. The creature moved its head over his, its free hand pulling his hood away from his face. Panic streaming through his mind, this was it he was done. It laughed hysterically as it began stroking his face gently with one of its claws.
“Do you? Know what I am?” It paused to laugh once again. Although as they say…” It leaned in closer, and whispers in his ear. “Experience is the best teacher I find.” With one hand the creature began forming a ball of lumina, a vortex of blood red spider webs, spinning faster and faster, the evil intent seeped out the magic like venom. The bloody webs pulled at his eyes, forcing them open, forcing him to look at them.
With its other hand, the creature held his face, using the claw of what resembled a thumb it cut his arm. The cut drawing a trickle of blood, trailing down his arm and slowly dripping, drop by drop onto the floor. Licking the claw clean, it then cut itself in return, except this time dripping its blood into the ball of webs. The webs seemed to react to its blood, glowing like a small red beacon in the night.
“Open wide and say ahh.” It said playfully, laughing once more as the pulsating, red webs few into his mouth, eyes and ears. The whole world becoming black, silent, as if everything had just vanished except pain. He could feel his muscles tightening, he was paralysed, unable to move as the pain over took his mind and he lost all consciousness.