Well, my first story posting here. I'm nervous...>.> <.< Ugh, I hate her, Nova!†A kid complained to his friend at the lunch table. “Don’t do anything stupid, James.†She warned him between bites of the apple she was eating. “Like that time when you put that pig in the sub’s purse. Genius, but it got you detention, which in turn left me all alone…†“But it was fun!†James retaliated. “I like how you’re wearing your hair today….†He muttered, trying to change the subject. Nova’s hair was bright red, and pulled back in a complicated knot. One chopstick miraculously held it all together. Nova didn’t wear make-up, as her bright blue eyes didn’t need any more encouragement. Her dark red t-shirt fit perfectly, and her jeans reached down halfway her shin. She also wore heavy black boots. ‘All the better to kick your ass with.’ She’d always say. James, on the other hand, had dark brown eyes, with reddish brown hair, sprawled about like a mop on his head. He wore a blue-t-shirt, with an interesting Vans design along the front. His dark jeans easily reached down to the floor, but that only happened if they went too far down his waist. He wore grey tennis shoes. Like Nova, James was thin, and had olive skin. “Doesn’t help, James.†Nova said angrily. “Oh, whatever. We have our next classes together, then, the sweet weekend.†“Oh, thank God! Only two more classe-“ BRRRING! “Darn it!†James muttered to himself. James walked down the hallway with Nova, keeping his mouth shut as she pushed through the crowds of people. “Outta my way!†Nova yelled angrily as she slammed a kid into a locker. She opened the door to the classroom, pulling James in. “Must you really injure kids every time you change classes?†“Would you rather me use you as a battering ram?†“No.†“Then shut up and sit down.†James and Nova took their seats as their English class began. Nova drew out a piece of paper, scrawling a few words on it. She passed it over to James. ‘I’m soooo bored!’ ‘It’s been five minutes!’ ‘So?’ ‘Oh, Jesus. Look at our homework.’ ‘Are you kidding me! Four chapters!?’ ‘It’s not that bad…’ ‘I can’t do that…’ ‘You have a week…’ ‘I can’t do that in a month!’ ‘Stop whining!’ ‘You wanna die?’ ‘Not yet…’ ‘Then shut up!’ ‘We’re writing a note….’ ‘…….’ ‘I’ll be quiet now.’ Bri-Bri-Bri! “Stupid broken bell…..†Nova muttered angrily. James hopped out of the classroom and into the adjacent class. “Thank God we don’t have to go across the school, else people would be dead.†“Again, do you want to be one of them?†“No….†“Hello, class. I’m your sub, Mrs. Potter.†Mrs. Potter had a grey-ish granny afro, with a shawl and tight-fitting pants. She wore stilettos, with a chain-link belt. “Class, today we are going to watch a news reel, then you will write a one-page essay in-class about it.†Mrs. Potter clicked on the TV, rewinding three hours. “And a new development! Apparently, the renegade group harbored in Alaska has many more nuclear missiles in their silo. We don’t know how they managed to launch, but Russia is now almost all destroyed. Lucky, no more have seemed to have been fired. Pictures began passing across the screen as Mrs. Potter answered a phone call from the school receiver. The pictures captured the class, videos of fleeting figures and horrific sights. BBRRING! “Sorry, class! That paper is now homework!†Half the class moaned, including Nova. “Students, after you put up your chairs, you may leave the classroom.†James placed his chair on the table and left the schoolroom with Nova, stepping into the hot Arizona sun. “Bah! I hate walking home!†James muttered as he walked through the marsh of tumbleweeds that covered the road to his house. “You gonna stay, Nova?†“I guess.†“How long?†“Hopefully, for the night.†The two trudged up the steps to James’s front door, and he quickly unlocked it. “Go ahead.†Nova stepped in, immediately kicking off her boots. “I’ll play you at Halo!†She yelled, running and turning on James’s dusty X-Box. “Fine.†He muttered. He hated playing Nova, she always won. End Chap/1 After many sleepless nights....: James smiled as he picked up a rocket launcher. "Noova.." He said happily. "Yes?" "Guess what I have?" James looked around as he heard a soft mechanical whirring. "I said, guess what I ha-" A loud bang almost busted his speakers. "I think you have a face full of laser." "You cannot comprehend how much I hate you right now." James picked up an energy sword, spying Nova with her back turned. HE ran forwards, and pressed the button to swing. A loud bang again sounded. James’s character flew back, dead. “The hell?†James said angrily. “Radar….and gravity hammer.†“My volume of hate for you has grown tremendously. James, still fuming, picked up a laser. He spied Nova far away. He began charging. The familiar mechanical whirring happened, except it was him this time. As he was about to shoot, there was a small ‘Tink!’ sound. His person fell down, dead. “NOVA!†“I’m good with snipers!†“You’re good with everything.†“I know!†“I quit. Let’s go to bed.†“Whatever. You’re just jealous of my totally mad gaming skills.†“Nuh uh!†“It was 47 to -1.†“Shut up!†James, lying on the floor of his room, wondered about the news. Nova moved around in his bed, distracting him for a second. What were those fleeting figures? Could those things have been people? They looked do deformed…it must be horrible to have that happen to you. He leaned back against the floor, trying to coax sleep into his restless mind. He pounded the pillow, then fluffed it up only to pound it again. What was keeping him awake? If felt like there was something…just…wrong. Eventually, the night prevailed and James fell into a light, dreamless sleep filled with images of deformed people and nuclear bombs. “James! James!†A voice called out. He tried to ignore it and keep sleeping. “JAMES!†It was Nova’s voice….wait….wait, what? He ignored Nova? Three hard kicks to his ribs woke him up roughly. “Okay! Damn, I’m getting up! Wait a sec, will ya?†He said while yawning. “NOW!†James awoke to Nova hiding on the bed, head buried in her hands. “They’re everywhere, James! A loud crash, then the tinkle of glass. “They’re coming in through the windows!†Vicious growling came from beyond his door. He locked it quickly, grabbing Nova’s arm. “What about my parents?†James ran up the stairs, slowly pushing open the door to his parent’s room. He closed it again, running back down. “What was that?†He said, scared. His parents…they were..all that blood….that white thing… “J-James?†Nova stuttered. “Yes?†“Are your windows barred?†“No.†A resounding crash sent broken glass flying everywhere. A brown shape grabbed nova, busting out the other window and flying away. “Nova!†“Help! James…please help!†Her cries grew fainter with distance. An eagle sound echoed about the house, and the brown shape slammed down in front of him. “You’re next!†It looked like an overgrown bat! Huge wings tipped with a claw, and paws with wickedly curved claws. It’s snout was filled with sharp teeth, and had two large canine fangs. The brown fur that covered it’s body ruffled in the breeze that came in through the broken window. “And there is nothing you can do about it!†“Wanna bet?†He yelled angrily, throwing a lamp at the thing. It smashed against it’s shoulder, and the creature hissed. James leapt out the window, and the bat screamed angrily. It couldn’t get through without momentum. “I. Will. Kill you.†It said in a deadly voice. “Go ahead and try!†James ran to the parking lot, fishing the keys to a motorcycle out from under a pot. IT was his dad’s…but… James blinked back tears. He heard a crash has the bet got through the window. He revved up the motcle, slamming it into third gear and taking off. He barely managed to hold on to the handlebars as the wind howled in his ears to fall. ‘Where can I go…Where can I go?’ As he calmed down, reasoning set in. ‘What were those things? Are there more?’ AS if on cure, a green flash ran past him, and he swerved to avoid it. A monstrous human-shaped praying mantis stared at him, licking it’s lips. “AAAH!†James yelled, trying to go faster. But….the thing didn’t follow him. IT looked…sad. ‘What’s happening here?’ James though, utterly confused. ‘I’m sure the other creatures won’t be as kind….I gotta find some place to hide!’ What’s the best weapon to kill something? A rocket launcher. ‘But a gun is close enough…’ he thought, taking a sharp left. Gerald’s Gun Store! He parked, jumping off and running toward the shop. He opened the door, looking around at all the guns. “Jackpot!†James eyed and odd un on the table. “The hell?†It was huge, and looked like a cross between a shotgun and a hunting rifle. He picked it up, then his eyes widened. He felt the muzzle of a gun pressed to the back of his head. “And who are you, love?†A British accent whispered in his ear. End/Chap 2
((AHA! YES! FINALLY! After many pens that have exploded with anger, and me drilling through writers blocks...HERE IT IS! CHAPTER THREE! *no audience* T^T I'm posting it right now....))
"I'm not stealing it, I sw-" "Shut up. I didn't ask what you were doing, did I? I asked who you were!" The voice said, irritated. "James. My name is James." "Do you have any open wounds, James?" "No...." "Then turn around and talk to me. It's impolite if you don't." James turned, seeing the weapon-wielding woman. She had blond hair, tied back in a ponytail. Extremely pale skin contrasted with her grey tank top and camouflage pants. Large, laced up boots went half way up her shin. A rather dangerous-looking Desert Rose magnum was clutched in her left hand, a very sharp dagger in her right. The woman towered over him at an amazing 6'1. "Can I know your name?" James questioned, relaxed a bit now that his brain was out of the path of a bullet. "My name is Emiline." James nodded, backing away from her slowly. "Stupid. I'm not going to hurt you. Are you hungry, boy?" She demanded. "I suppose." James said, smiling and sitting down. He hadn't eaten since yesterday's lunch. Emiline grabbed an instant-noodle packet from behind the counter, filling it up with a water bottle. "Isn't that that store's?" He asked. "I really don't think they'll mind." She said, lifting up a dead body by the collar. "AH! Where'd that come from? Did you kill him?" James asked, scuttling away. "Calm down, kid. He was like this when I got here." James nodded, slowly sitting down. A dull mechanical humming sounded as the store microwave turned on. Emiline sat down with a sigh. "I'm 23. How old are you? You know how to use a gun, kid?" She questioned, popping open the chamber of the Desert Eagle and counting the bullets inside. "I'm 14." James replied, looking at the floor. "Way to young for this kind of ****...." She muttered, tossing him the Desert Eagle. "Just point and pull the trigger. Don't get cocky and use one hand. That stuff has some serious recoil." She said, chucking. "It's got six bullets, here's twelve more." She tossed a box to him. "Use 'em wisely-it's a really strong gun." The microwave beeped, and Emiline rose. James placed the gun next to him, almost as if he was afraid to touch it. She placed a bowl of ramen in front of him, throwing a plastic fork in his direction. She swiped her own from the table, eating a mouthful. James took a small bite, realizing how hungry he was. James ate the food in silence with Emiline. As James dropped the forks in the trash, he heard some voices outside. "Who do you think they are?" He asked, moving in front of the window. "Dip****!" She whispered angrily, yanking him down by his hair. "It might be one of the hybrids!" Voices floated in through the window, reaching Emiline and James's ears. "I-I'm sorry! I didn't mean to let them get away!" A deep, gravelly voice said. "Sorry doesn't fix it!" A small, but still strong voice retorted. "But-But..." "Insolent fool!" A loud crack, then a thump that made the building shake reached the two eavesdroppers. "Next time you fail, you will die!" "Ye...Yes, Ophelia." The voice croaked, followed by a wet cough. James looked at Emiline, eyes wide. He felt a familiar tickle, then sneezed exceptionally loudly. "What was that?" The feminine voice yelled. Emiline slapped James, whispering in his ear. "We have to leave. Now." A light childish voice echoed creepily through the shop. "Found you, little mice." James scooped up the Desert Eagle and the box of bullets, an eerie silence suddenly draping over the area. Suddenly, a square foot of wall was disintegrated. A second later, a six foot by six foot piece of wall fell out. Emiline grabbed her gun from the counter. "Oh my god!" James yelled, running for the back door. "She punched through the wall!" Ophelia stepped through the makeshift doorway, the dust clearing to reveal her. "No way. This is Ophelia?" James giggled, doubling over in laughter. "James, shut up!" Emiline yelled, trying to open the door. "****! It's jammed!" James continued laughing, Ophelia glaring at him dangerously. Ophelia was about five feet tall, maybe less. Her brownish-black fair was pulled back into pigtails, and she had large brown eyes. She had knee-length black boots, but leather the slip on kind. Ophelia had fair skin, except for the few freckles on her cheeks. She had a small, snakeskin shirt that revealed a lot of her thighs. She had on an undershirt that was a deep purple edged with neon green. Over that, there was a black jacket with green lining, though not as bright as the color of her undershirt. A snake wound it's way around her neck and arms, flicking it's tongue out. It was striped colorfully with red, yellow and black. Grim black eyes stared at James. Ophelia smiling evilly, showing small fangs that were dripping a clear liquid-obviously not saliva. "Oh, crap." James began backing away. Without warning, the snake leapt from Ophelia's shoulders, directed at James. His eyes widened, and he ducked, the deadly snake flying over his head. He hid behind a table as another lunge was directed at him. "That's a good boy, Casp. If you kill this one, I’ll let you eat as much as you want!" "Wha?" James asked as the snake seemed to move with new vigor, leaping at him almost every other second. He spied a jar on the other side of the room, and began hatching a plan inside his brain. If I could just get it in a jar, I could fight off Ophelia. "How's that lock coming, Emiline?" He asked as he looked around. "Almost done...I think." "Who cares if you escape? I can always track you later. This one looks tasty. Or...maybe something more..." Ophelia said, raising a perfectly-formed eyebrow. "Of course, I can't use you for anything if you die from little Casp's venom." She said lightheartedly, playing with one of her pigtails. "This is fun, isn't it, Casp?" James dove to the side, grabbing the jar as the snake approached. Casp lunged again, but James did a somersault, and Casp hit the wall behind him. He slammed the jar down upon him, trapping him inside it. James laughed with triumph. "You seem to be forgetting about me." Opheila said. "That's not very nice." Ophelia rose, walking towards him. There was a small pop as Emiline unlocked the door. James shot Ophelia with the Desert Eagle, the recoil knocking him back a few steps. The bullet simply fell once it hit Ophelia's skin, doing no damage ast all. "That's not kind, either." Opheila said, shaking her head. James ran through the open door, running into Emiline who was waiting outside for him. "Why are you running?" Ophelia called our from inside the shop. "It's really not that bad...working for me..." She said. Emiline tossed him a set of keys. "Rev up my Jeep, will 'ya?" She asked. "I don't know how to drive!" James yelled. "**** it, follow directions. I said, rev it up." James ran to the parked Jeep, inserting the key in the ignition. He turned it right, the car giving a rumble. Emiline hopped in, pushing him out of the driver's seat. She pulled an egg-shaped object out of her bra. "What is that?" James asked. Emiline threw it at the building at the same time Ophelia emerged from it. Emiline slammed on the gas. "A hand grenade."
Wow... it got intense when the villain showed up. XD Though some parts seem a little fast pace, it was still an awesome chapter! :D
