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My name is Devinn. I'm 12 years old and 4'11". So far my life sucks. I have been adopted by horrible people because my parents are on the run. I'm not sure why though. I thought I heard a door being kicked open and my mother and father jumping out the bathroom window and around the back door. That was my last memory of my parents. So here I am. Stuck with guardians. "I'll just lay down on the porch for a little bit longer" I thought. A few minutes later I wake up some where else. It looked as if it were a graveyard inside an alleyway. I look around in a panic. "where... am I?" I thought. I saw some thing move in the shadows and i felt a sharp pain in my neck and passed out. I woke up on the porch again with a strange tingle in my neck. I felt something drip on my hands when I touched my neck. I looked at what was on my hand and realized it was blood. It wasn't normal though... it looked like melted silver and my head started throbbing. I heard a faint screaming in the distance. I'm guessing it was my step mom screaming at what was on my neck. She continued screaming until I told her to shut up. I got up went inside and dropped down on my bed like I wade like led. My body felt numb... I tried getting up but was forced back down by an invisible figure. I could see the out line but not the figure itself. This is how my life changed.
I woke the next morning feeling thirsty. I went into the kitchen and got a glass of water but still was thirsty. So I went back upstairs and started reading. When I as reading something grabbed my arm. It was that exact figure I saw before. It pulled me toward the window opened it and jumped out still holding on to me. I was brought down by this thing and with a loud thud, I landed safely on the ground. the figure finally came into focus as a man. "WHAT DO YOU THINK YOUR DOING?" I screamed but was muffled by his hand. He put his finger to his lips. "don't even think about it" he said in a whisper."about what?" I said in a strange squeaky voice that wasn't mine. "be quiet and follow me". The man had Grey hair and had really pale skin just like mine. When I looked into his eyes they seem to have a hint of sadness, joy, and hate. I also saw ahead was a strange looking dark circle on the ground. It looked as if it were a satanic star. Then my neck hurt again and I passed out. I woke later in a sleeping bag on a forest floor. There was a small fire nearby and the man was standing by it stirring something in a cauldron. He brought over a bowl of some foul smelling liquid and what looked like a spoon. "eat. it'll make the pain go away" as he was handing the bowl to me. I ate the soup or whatever it was. It actually tasted good and the pain stopped. I looked up at the man and it seemed he was drinking from something that looked like a medical blood packet.
I tried getting up but was forced down like before. I looked at the man that pulled me out of my window but he wasn't there. I looked back to the figure and the man was standing where it was. "what are you?" I said as he went into a crouch. He looked at me and started mouthing words. I felt like I was on fire. I tried pulling my arms up to get out of the sleeping bag but i couldn't move them. I looked over to my left hand and saw what i couldn't believe... there was chains up and down my arm and the sleeping bag was gone. I tried to scream but I couldn't speak... there was a hand over my mouth. I looked back at the man that stood over me before but he was gone and reappeared next to my head leaning over me. I looked at what was chaining me down again but this time there wasn't chains but hands. I lifted my head to see the owners of these hands and then I saw her face... she was a girl. The man next to my head bent over so his mouth was next to my ear. Then he said what I would never even think he would say. "welcome home my sweet son."
- by xOblivions_Rosex |
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- | Submitted on 01/19/2009 |
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- Title: Bloody Bones
- Artist: xOblivions_Rosex
- Description: A story of a boy who's parents ran away because the police found out they were vampires. He was sent to a foster house then adopted by a couple that said he was the one they wanted but they treated him like a rat. So this is the day of when something hes been hoping for years now to happen.
- Date: 01/19/2009
- Tags: bloody bones
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Comments (2 Comments)
- gabyhyuga - 05/29/2009
- i rate 5 stars on yours if u ppl give 5 stars on mine
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- Ray of Mel - 01/22/2009
- good idea but... is it possible to seperate it into paragraphs? (i have not posted writing as of yet) you should also work on description. the idea of silver color blood was neat but i thought it could have used so in depth description. ♫♪♫
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