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The Adventures of Reality II |
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"...with evil dreams, and growing love alike..."
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Kylee sat down in the library for study hall. She placed herself close to the back, next to the warmth of a window, and avoided any suspicious eyes. She rarely went to the back, if she went to the back at all! But Kylee didn't care. She had to look at her notebooks.
Speaking of her notebooks, four of the characters were in that very library with her, all three of the main characters, exclude one, who was one of the baddies turned good. But they were seated in alphabetical order, and they were spread out evenly. The only way to talk was to send note cross-library; getting caught was high. The teacher who watched over them, Mr. Golgy, was known for being really keen at that type of thing.
Curse you! Kylee often barked. But she knew what was doing. She was the, "all-bark-no-bite," girl. But hell, when she barked, it was a pretty loud bark. Or at least she thought so.
Anyhow, Kylee dove into her bag, and as she had guessed, the notebooks were trying to burn her hand off. Too bad Kylee was stubborn when it came to her literature workings, and would get them out either way.
She torn them out, and slammed them onto the desk in a noisy fashion. She gave apologetic looks to the glares she got. Honestly, she didn't care, but it was only polite.
The girl then proceeded to glare at her notebooks. The worn out cover gleamed up at her in a tired way, and she wondered if it would be better to type her story. It would take another year since she was so lazy, but she could probably pull it off. But that's way off topic.
Her hand touched the cover carefully. Nothing happened. She touched the cover once more to test it. Still nothing. Taking a deep breath, scared a bit, Kylee peeled the cover to the side.
"What the-!" The Asian then held back a shriek. Kylee was suddenly engulfed in a series of flashing lights rolling along the sentences of her written words.
The lights grew stronger as they turned the pages at a shocking rate; the notebooks looked like a hurricane was going through it, and turning the pages. Kylee squinted her eyes a portion enough to get a peek at something horrific:
Her words. The sentences were lifting off the pages and were turning into pictures before her eyes.
The first time Ashley got her orb, and fingered it with interest.
The flickering fires Rafael gave birth to in his large palm.
The raw determination in Michelle's black eyes for strength.
The battles they fought, the losses they had to cope with. The pain, the laughter, and how their ties loosened and tightened over and over again.
The scenes played out exactly like she wanted them to. Every single thing she had envisioned -had imagined- for the story over the past two years came to life at speeds so fast that she could barely keep up.
The pages of her notebooks turned faster, finishing the first volume, then diving into the second. Even more things exploded into life, with frightening details that even she had not written, but had thought of without knowing how to explain it with words. Like the color of Vladimir's, the loyal ogre with a human form who served Ashley, the main character and one of her close friends in real life, and protected her throughout the story until his death in the beginning of the third volume, blue eyes, or the sight of magic being shot from one's heart, but is channeled through an orb.
And within seconds, the story took a turn towards the third volume. And with it, were the deaths of many members of the organizations she had made up, the evil OCA, and the good OS, the war they raged for the power of the orbs. Rafael's choice between his fear, or those he loved. A love, Michelle's love, that lasted through death, but was almost cut at a harsh betrayal. Calm Ashley, who faced her own best friend at one of the final showdowns, lose it to the point where only she could bring herself out. Then herself: lost at the death of her great grandmother, she said yes to an ultimatum that almost made her ally with the enemy for love.
Kylee had to blink several times, and her eyes were watering greatly. Kylee was scared. This couldn't be happening, it had to be some sort of dream! She was going to have pinch herself after this. Kylee squeezed her eyes shut for a second, then opened them. Nope, the light was still there. She continued to watch, in fear, as the magic of the orbs she had came up with reached her, and as the deaths she had created came true.
Soon, the visions slowed, and the light began to fade. But with one final strike, the light's sharpness flared, taking all the light with it, and imploding like a bomb. The force blew papers, hair, personal objects, and other implements across the library as the now purple ball of light escaped through the window it opened.
With the light gone, Kylee opened her eyes fully. People were staring at her again, and she could tell Michelle and Ashley were worried about her. Kylee waved at all of them, and then looked at the window next her weirdly. She then shrugged.
No one gave her a second thought, except for her friends, who had mouthed, "You okay?" Kylee, shaken but alive, nodded with a flap of the hand. "I'm fine," she said. But Kylee was not okay.
Was she the only one who saw the freaking light? Was she going crazy because she had finished the dumba$$ thing?
"Don't worry, it was just the wind," the voice of a teacher said. Kylee gave him a look -Thank you!- and was about to ask of she could close the window, when she stopped.
"Oh God," slipped from her lips.
There, standing in the back entrance of the library, the entrance closest to the window she was at, was the perfect match of whom she had called, "Vladimir". It was hard to find a man with the same moustache, the same blue eyes she couldn't describe with words, the same way he would stand because his knees naturally bent to much since he was actually a two ton orge, the khaki shorts, the tourist sandals, the same, exact Hawaiian print shirt.
And because she was the only one who could see his profile, the first thing that caught her brown eyes were the purple lines forming Vladimir's butt. The same color as the light that had just come out of her notebook.
Oh God.
 Ukeire · Sat Mar 28, 2009 @ 01:22am · 0 Comments |
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