I decided to re-post my stories cuz i stopped for awhile. I have more time now a days so please look forward to reading more.
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A dark figure stood on a rooftop and stared down at the city as if they were keeping watch on someone or something. The figure suddenly turned, alert. You could see her face in the moonlight. Her skin was like melting caramel in the moonlight. The moon reflected off of her icy-blue eyes like a crystal lake. And her long hair flowing in the wind, as black as the night sky hung around her round face. Something emerged from the darkness with glowing red eyes as it lunged out at her. She quickly dodged it as she moved to her right and spun around bringing up her right foot landing a blow to its head. The creature stumbled back just a little and regained itself. Big black wings emerged from its back as he flew into the air. They looked just like bat wings. The creature swooped down towards her with its claws reaching out towards her. Black wings sprung from her back as well, but they looked more like angel wings. She took to the sky as icy breath flowed from her mouth surrounding the creature with the blistering cold ice. Its wings stopped flapping as they froze sending it crashing to the ground; the ice, not even shattering, stayed on its wings. She gracefully flew down landing on the ground gently next to the creature. Her wings folded on her back as she crouched down looking at the creature. She grabbed the creature by its throat. Its red eyes widened as it stared at her gasping for breath...
Chapter 1- Nikta
A dark figure stood on a rooftop and stared down at the city as if they were keeping watch on someone or something. The figure suddenly turned, alert. You could see her face in the moonlight. Her skin was like melting caramel in the moonlight. The moon reflected off of her icy-blue eyes like a crystal lake. And her long hair flowing in the wind, as black as the night sky hung around her round face. Something emerged from the darkness with glowing red eyes as it lunged out at her. She quickly dodged it as she moved to her right and spun around bringing up her right foot landing a blow to its head. The creature stumbled back just a little and regained itself. Big black wings emerged from its back as he flew into the air. They looked just like bat wings. The creature swooped down towards her with its claws reaching out towards her. Black wings sprung from her back as well, but they looked more like angel wings. She took to the sky as icy breath flowed from her mouth surrounding the creature with the blistering cold ice. Its wings stopped flapping as they froze sending it crashing to the ground; the ice, not even shattering, stayed on its wings. She gracefully flew down landing on the ground gently next to the creature. Her wings folded on her back as she crouched down looking at the creature. She grabbed the creature by its throat. Its red eyes widened as it stared at her gasping for breath.
“Are you a Demon?” she asked it with a cold tone.
The demon nodded still gasping for breath. “Y-Yes…”
Her grip on the demon’s throat tightened a little. “What is your name Demon? Who sent you here?” she said as her cold eyes seemed to stare into his soul.
“A-Artemis…I-I was…s-sent by…H-Hayde…”he said still gasping for air. He felt as if he were going to die at that moment, but she let go of his throat as he began coughing, trying to catch his breath.
“Hayde…” she paused for a moment as she stared into space and then stood as she turned her back to Artemis. “Well, Artemis, tell Hayde that Nikta will be coming for him next time he sends one of you after me again…you got it?”
Artemis nodded at her.
She turned towards him looking down at him as she sucked in her breath. The icy frost disappeared from his bat like wings. “Go!” she shouted at him as he jumped and stumbled getting up, scared out of his mind. He took off not looking back. She watched him fly away until she couldn’t see him anymore. She looked down at her torn jacket and shook her head. “Great job Nikta. Another jacket ruined.” she muttered to herself. Her wings sprung from her back again as she flew from the rooftop into the moonlight.
Chapter 2- Mason
A scruffy looking boy walked down the street in the dark of the night as he always did. The beanie he wore covered most of his hair but you could tell by the curling ends of his hair he had curly hair, his bangs partially covered his emerald green eyes. He had snake bite piercing with rings and his ear had two different earrings on them; two studs and a ring. His jeans were torn at the knees like they’d been worn out over the years and he wore a black sweatshirt with worn out black converse. He shuffled his feet on the sidewalk with his hands stuffed into his pockets as he kept walking. He then made a turn into a dark alley which he called his ‘short-cut.’ He jumped up onto a ladder then climbed up the wall jumping to the roof and landed with a thud. You could tell by the way he moved and what he did that he was no ordinary guy. He slowly got up and ran from rooftop to rooftop until he reached the one near his house. He jumped off the side of the roof sliding down the narrow, faded, red brick walls and opened a door walking into his house. A hand suddenly came across his face leaving a red hand print. He slowly looked to see his mom fuming mad.
“Where have you been Mason?! I’ve been worried sick!!” she shouted at him with tears running down her face. He just stared down at her--considering he was taller than her--and then walked past her going upstairs as he ignored her yelling at him. He walked into his room kicking off his worn out converse and took off his beanie throwing it to the floor and plopping on his bed, he stared at the ceiling. His hair was naturally curly and brown but he made it straight and dyed it black because it reminded him of his father and it pissed off his mother.
“Why does she always gotta’ be so dramatic when I’m out late? I come home every time, don’t I?” he said muttering to himself. He sat up as he sighed and then looked at his door like he was waiting for something. A moment later his mother came bursting through his door shouting at him again.
“Mason…” she shouted but he blocked out the rest of it because he heard her give him the same lecture all the time. He stared at her blankly not really listening. She went on and on for another 10 minutes or so till she finally finished. “..and that’s why you should stop staying out so late!” she shouted pointing her finger in his face. He lied back on his bed and waved her off.
“Yeah yeah, I get it. So get out and go look for a job in the newspaper instead of worrying about me. I’m tired of giving you money for food and then see you come home with nothing but drugs…” he said as he rolled over on his side pretending like he was falling asleep.
“You…you…” she started to tear up again. “You ungrateful child! Don’t talk to me like that! I am your mother!” she shouted one last time and then stormed out of his room slamming the door behind her. He sighed and then leaned over the side of his bed reaching under it and pulled out a black notebook. He opened it and started flipping through pages. A picture flew out of it landing on the floor. He leaned down picking it up and stared at it intently.
“Dad…I wish you were here. Mom needs you, but I guess you can’t really do anything considering you’re dead. Please just watch over her though because I’m worried for her and I don’t want to lose her too…” he said as a tear rolled down his cheek. He quickly wiped it and put the picture back into the notebook and slid it under his bed. He stared at the ceiling again until he drifted off to sleep.
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A few hours later he woke up to hear a loud noise down stairs. He sat up slowly and rubbed the sleep out of his eyes as he headed down stairs shuffling his feet.
“Mom...what are you doing down here...? It’s 5 o'clock in the morning.” he said sleepily.
He walked through the dark guiding himself by sliding his hand along the wall and once in the kitchen he fumbled around and turned on the lights to see his mother collapsed on the floor with slashes across her and arms and legs. Tiny little scratches covered her face. His eyes widened and he quickly knelt down next to her and scooped her up into his arms holding her close to his chest as he ran out the door to take her to the hospital for immediate care. A strange figure emerged from the darkness out of thin air and stared at him from the doorway with an evil grin on his face as his eyes glowed changing colors.
“You will soon join me…once your mother is gone…” he said as he slipped back into the darkness.
Chapter 3- Hospital
Mason had been pacing around the waiting room for a few hours now as he waited for the doctor to come and bring him some good news; hopefully. He turned upon hearing his name from the doctor who had just came out.
“So, how is she? Is she going to be alright?” he asked anxiously awaited the doctor’s response.
The doctor gently placed a hand on the boy’s shoulder to calm him down a bit and be a bit more reassuring.
“The lacerations on her arms and legs were pretty deep and she lost a lot of blood. But we’ve managed to patch her up and give her some blood transfusions, so she’s going to be just fine.”
Mason let out a sigh of relief as he relaxed a bit.
“ So when can she come back home?” he asked, eager to see his mother and take her back home with him.
“Well, as I said earlier, she was cut pretty deep and had lost lots of blood. So, we’ll have to keep her here for awhile until we are sure she’s able to move around well enough.”
He sighed a bit, though it might be for the best considering she could be attacked again at home.
“Well can I at least go and see her?”
The doctor nodded as he opened the doors that lead to the back rooms where all the patients were. He then led him down a few halls and Mason looked at some of the patients as he passed by their rooms. They were probably in worse condition than his own mother. Some of them he saw had broken bones or they were bandaged all up or they were too sickly to even have their door open or even be in the same room as another sick or injured person.
“Here’s your mother’s room” he said as they arrived came to a stop.
The plate next to the door said Room 621. The doctor gently opened the door, careful not to make any loud noises that would wake up his patient.
“Be careful not to wake her. She needs her rest.” the doctor said as he left the room quietly, leaving Mason and his mother alone in the dimmed room.
He made his way over to his mother’s bedside and quietly pulled up a chair next to her. He gently held her hand, careful not to cause her any pain or discomfort as he watched her sleep peacefully. He couldn’t bare to see his mother this way. She looked even more beat up and worn out than she usually did and it saddened him to see his mother this way. He rested his head on her bed as the tears began to flow from his eyes, soaking the sheets a little. He felt as if this were his fault that this happened to her.
“I’m so sorry mom...,” he whispered quietly, “I’m going to find who did this to you and make them pay...” he said as he slowly lifted his head. You could see the pain and anger in his face as he looked at the state his mother was in.
He kissed his mother’s forehead gently and got up leaving as he softly closed the door behind him. He quickly wiped away his tears as he headed down the halls of the hospital and out the front doors of the hospital with a look of intent to kill in his eyes. He was determined to find this shadow guy and make him squeal.
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Mason had arrived back at his house. As he walked into his house and ripped off the police tape blocking the doorway, he headed upstairs to his room. He crouched down under his bed and grabbed a duffle bag. He also grabbed his backpack and started to shove clothes into his duffle bag. Once he had gotten enough clothes he went into the bathroom and grabbed his toothbrush and other items he would need. During this whole process he kept mumbling things to himself with an angry expression on his face.
“Damn bastard is going to pay for what he did to mom. I promise I’ll make him pay.” he said as he looked at a picture of his dad and placed in his backpack.
He left the house after he had gotten some food packed a way for himself in his bag while he was gone. He put his headphones in as he walked down the street. He turned down an alley way and made his way up the firescape with both his bags. He climbed to the roof and threw his stuff up before pulling himself up.
He looked a bit confused hearing a voice. Once he pulled himself up completely, his eyes widened when he looked at the sight before him. It was a girl with large, black, and feathered wings coming out of her back. She glared at him angrily.
“What the hell are you?!” he asked completely shocked and surprised.
“I’m fallen angel who is still waiting for her apology.” she said as she turned, her arms folded across her chest as she waited for him to apologize.
“Angel? I’m sorry...” he said as he continued to stare at her wings.
In his eyes they were a bit odd but they also looked quite beautiful in the moonlight.
“How’d you get up here anyways?” she asked curiously. Mason stood and dusted himself off. He was at least a foot taller than her.
“I climbed like any normal person would.” he said with a shrug.
She shook her head at him, “No normal person could climb up here. And what are you doing with all this stuff?” she asked.
Mason’s brows furrowed a bit as he thought back to the evil shadow who attacked his mother and put her in the hospital.
“I’m looking for the evil shadow guy with the crazy color changing eyes. I’m going to make him pay for what he did.” he said.
“Hayde...” she said, her voice trailing off.
“Um...who’s Hayde?” he asked a bit confused by her one worded commented.
“He’s a very evil and powerful demon lord. But I’m curious as to how you met him and what he wanted with you...” she said as she stood there awaiting a response.
“He attacked my mother at my house and when I went to take her to the hospital he appeared in front of me saying something about me joining him once my mother is gone. “ he said in a slightly pained voice.
A small smirk appeared on her face as an idea came into her head.
“ Well it looks like we both hate the same person and it just so happens I’m also after him. So what do you say we team up...partner.” she said holding out her hand to him.
Mason took her hand, gripping it firmly, with a serious look. “I like the sound of that.” he said as a small smirk appeared on his face.