On unrelated news since I'm not sure whether or not I'll make another post today, it's the first day of spring. I'm getting another snowstorm where I am. No school again tomorrow (ikr this is ridiculous, so many snow days, shortened spring break, ugh ugh).
I feel better now than a week ago. I don't feel like I'm on the verge of tears and that my heart feels heavy yet also empty. Not today at least, so that's good.
Monday and Tuesday were better school days than last Thursday and Friday.
So without further ado, the story! ^-^"
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From the window, the sky looked dark and cloudy. Rain poured down, and it looked like it wouldn’t stop soon. A boy was looking out of the window, dreading the fact that he would have to walk home in the rain. With the ringing of the bell for school dismissal, the students gathered their belongings and left the classroom.
In the hallway leading to the school doors, the boy felt a tap on his shoulder. Sighing, he turned around to see his friend, Jack.
“Alex,” he started to say before getting interrupted.
Turning around to face Jack, Alex simply replied, “Looks like we have to walk home in the rain,” before pushing the school doors open and heading out into the rain.
Saying his friend’s name with more urgency, Jack ran out of the school after Alex. Just moments after stepping out in the rain, the boys got soaked. They were about to turn a corner and cross the street, but they hesitated when they heard another voice right behind them.
A boy with navy blue hair and bright turquoise eyes ran up to them. Alex looked at him suspiciously. However, Jack had a different opinion about him.
“Hey, aren’t you that new kid? What’s up?” Jack asked in an attempt to start a friendly conversation.
Alex was tired and wasn’t in the mood to talk to anyone, never mind a stranger. Stepping in the rain puddles that covered the sidewalk, Alex walked on ahead. He shook his head in disagreement as he heard Jack continuing to talk to the blue-haired boy.
“People call me Cyril,” he finally said. “Can you help me find my home?” He stared intently up at Jack.
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Alex was tired and wasn’t in the mood to talk to anyone, never mind a stranger. Stepping in the rain puddles that covered the sidewalk, Alex walked on ahead. He shook his head in disagreement as he heard Jack continuing to talk to the blue-haired boy.
“People call me Cyril,” he finally said. “Can you help me find my home?” He stared intently up at Jack.
Alex groaned when he heard Jack say, “Sure, I’ll help you. What’s the address?”
“Have fun with your new friend,” Alex said to Jack. “I’m going home now.” Raising the hood of his jacket, he crossed the street.
Sounding like a child hearing a word for the first time, Cyril turned from looking at Jack to watching Alex’s back now on the other side of the street. “Friend?”
***
That night, Alex had trouble sleeping. He couldn’t pinpoint the reason why.
Thunderstorms in the middle of the night were a regular occurrence, so he doubted that it was the storm keeping him awake.
Alex had a bad feeling about Cyril. Sure, he was acting strangely around them, but why did the mere thought of Cyril bring him such an intense feeling of dread? Alex grabbed his phone on his nightstand. He could swear he saw a notification that said, “Beware the blue. Don’t let him return,” for a few seconds before it disappeared to the plain black screen. He held his phone for a minute or two, staring at the plain black screen of it.
Rubbing his eyes, Alex sighed, “I’ll take care of it tomorrow. At least it’s Friday,” before tossing his phone aside and drifting off to sleep.
***
The following morning, Alex decided to visit Jack. He couldn’t put into words the fear he felt for his friend. When he left his house, he glanced up at the sky. It looked like a sky on any other sunny day except the blue looked much darker. It was no longer raining and it would be the afternoon in an hour, so he was confused on why the sky looked so dark.
That only made Alex feel more concerned about Jack. Without a second thought, he ran the way to Jack’s house.
Alex was about to turn the corner to go on the road that Jack’s house was on when he saw him and Cyril walking together out of the corner of his eye. He turned around and ran up to the two of them.
Cyril sounded much more confident than the day before. “Does that mean you’re my friend?” he asked Jack, unaware that Alex was approaching them from behind.
“Yes, of course it does,” Jack replied, looking cheerfully at Cyril. Alex almost wanted to separate him from Cyril and ask him why he thought he could become friends with someone that they didn’t even know for a day yet, but the words caught in his throat when Cyril spoke.
“Thank you, Jack. I need someone to be on my side,” Cyril grinned and grabbed Jack’s hand.
Alex stood in silence, watching Cyril lead Jack to a nearby alley. After realizing he was just standing there, he shook his head.
“What side?” He then ran in the direction they were going.
Hiding behind a dumpster, Alex eavesdropped on what Cyril is saying. Hearing his voice sent chills running down his spine.
“I like this concept of friends. You seem like a good one,” Cyril said to Jack. “By any chance, will you help me with something?”
Jack cleared his throat. “What do you need help with?”
Hearing Jack’s response made Alex roll his eyes. Why did Cyril always need help with something, and why was Jack always agreeing to help him?
Suddenly, Alex heard a loud bang. He looked in the direction of the noise while he continued to hide behind the dumpster. Cyril shoved Jack into a wall and stood right in front of him. Jack tried to step away from him, but Cyril had a tight grip on his wrists.
“You’ll be my sacrifice, so I can return home,” Cyril said, sounding vaguely like a hissing snake.
After Cyril said that, his body started to change. His fingers that were still wrapped around Jack’s wrists grew longer and thinner, and his fingernails turned into long, curved claws. His grip on Jack’s wrists tightened even more.
“What is going on?” Alex gasped, trying to stay quiet enough so that Cyril couldn’t hear him.
Alex looked in horror as he saw Cyril turn his head fully around, still holding on to Jack’s wrists. Humans, they don’t work that way.
His eyes were shining that bright turquoise color, but the pupils changed to look like those of a cat’s. His skin turned to a dull blue color, and it looked like there were scales from a reptile covering his neck and forearms. Cyril also had large feathery wings growing out from his back, and they were emitting pale blue and white flames.
Alex didn’t even see the blue, curved horns coming out of two sides of Cyril’s head when he ran out in the open, revealing himself. Cyril stared at Alex’s eyes, but Alex shifted his eyes to focus on his claws that were about to dig into Jack’s skin.
Alex didn’t know why he was here, and why he was interfering. He could’ve left and not put his own life in danger. For the first time in his life, he was putting someone else’s life above his own.
“Get away from my friend, you demon!” Alex screamed, running into Cyril’s body. He tried to pull Cyril’s hands away from Jack, but he struggled to do so. His grip was just too strong.
Jack looked as if he wanted to apologize, but he could only weakly say, “Alex? What are you doing here?”
Alex was thinking of what to say, that he was here to rescue him, that he wasn’t going to just watch Cyril kill him as a sacrifice for whatever reason; he didn’t have enough time to say any of his thoughts out loud. Cyril struck the back of Alex’s head with one of his flame-covered wings, which resulted in him falling on the asphalt with a loud thud.
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The next thing that Alex could remember was rubbing his eyes and waking up on a white bed in a white room. There were two people, a man and a woman, standing in front of the bed, looking at Alex, who lifted his head. Were they from the police or the hospital? From what their uniforms looked like, Alex couldn’t really tell.
“We’re sorry you had to meet Cyril in person,”the woman said. “We didn’t expect him to come to our town, nevertheless under the disguise of having the appearance of a fifteen-year-old boy just like yourselves.”
Alex sat up in bed and glanced over to the side of the room. Jack was siting in a plastic chair, and his parents stood on each side of it. Alex felt relieved that he, nor himself, suffered from any major injuries.
Then the man in the uniform explained, “Cyril is from the Demon Realm, and he has crossed into our world thirteen years ago in 2050. He has been moving locations and changing his appearances ever since then. The only way for him to go back is if he forms a bond with a human, but he has to kill the said person in order to gain access to the Demon Realm.”
The man faced Jack. “You told him you were his friend, and yet he didn’t immediately turn you into his sacrifice. Cyril could have easily killed you in a matter of seconds, but he held back. Why is that?”
“I ... I don’t know,” Jack stammered, avoiding eye contact with the man.
Jack’s mother frowned at the people in the uniforms. “Did you catch that Cyril demon? Where is he now?”
The man looked at them. “We lost communication with his exact location,” he told her, and then faced Alex. The look on his face suddenly changed to morbid curiosity as he stared only at the boy sitting in bed. He grinned. “But maybe he can help us track down Cyril.”
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That's it. The end.
And here's my description for it that I wrote on dA:
A few weeks ago, I had to write a horror short story for a school assignment. It’s for my language arts (english) class, focusing on horror and monsters.
It was hard for me to copy and paste. It looks way longer when it was all double spaced. I was getting close to the maximum number of pages for the assignment, so I know it’s rushed. I also wrote the entire story while I was in school. And in another class.
Finally, a writing piece that isn’t from my main story universe that I swear I’m working on.
I haven’t written prose in so long. The writing in this one isn’t that great in quality, but oh well I’m still posting it. My original document of it got deleted, which made me sad. Well, it’s saved on here now.
Hope you enjoy, even though it’s not close to being my best work!
~ S.
PS: The ending is supposed to be confusing. What does the man mean? I had to have a monster character for the assignment. I was thinking of drawing the characters in this, so I might do that. Alex is my favorite, and Cyril is a close second. Jack is so sweet. These poor, poor boys...
It was hard for me to copy and paste. It looks way longer when it was all double spaced. I was getting close to the maximum number of pages for the assignment, so I know it’s rushed. I also wrote the entire story while I was in school. And in another class.
Finally, a writing piece that isn’t from my main story universe that I swear I’m working on.
I haven’t written prose in so long. The writing in this one isn’t that great in quality, but oh well I’m still posting it. My original document of it got deleted, which made me sad. Well, it’s saved on here now.
Hope you enjoy, even though it’s not close to being my best work!
~ S.
PS: The ending is supposed to be confusing. What does the man mean? I had to have a monster character for the assignment. I was thinking of drawing the characters in this, so I might do that. Alex is my favorite, and Cyril is a close second. Jack is so sweet. These poor, poor boys...
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Bye now. :)
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