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Chapter one: Fallen visions.----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
The boy woke up with a wake from his diseased nightmare. His face was full of beads of sweat, his chocolate brown hair was damp and dark with this wet substance. His hair, once could tell, was originally spiky, by the way it stood it’s ground, though, it limped, see as gravity was stronger on it. Slowly, he wiped small strands of sweat off his face, though, the purpose was defeated as his hands were sweaty as well. He wore dark red gloves that seemed to be lighter from the moon outside his window.
He panted, gasping for air, great lungfuls entered his throat, he savoured the fresh coolness down his throat, before he’d take an empty breath without it, all this to keep up with his constant heart beat. His clothes were wrinkled in more than one place, as one could see, making him get a messy look to himself. Small areas of his shirt were very damp, and were darker in the moonlight, most of these spots were on his chest area. His breath finally started to calm down. A part of this was because of the humidity.
Looking at of his window, he stared awingly at the moon before him, small strands of hair sticked to his forehead from the sweat. Making him glisten a little. His dark blue cerulean eyes looked emptily towards the northern sky. His lips moved, though, they were too soft to be heard, removing strands of hair behind his ear, he whispered to himself,”I had that picture in my head again…”it refused to disappear.
It was like those times when something appeared to form in your mind without warning, something made out of the mixture of imagination of memories that would never be grasped. That could either be female or male, slowly, Sora edged to the end of his bed, the matris creaked under the release of pressures on springs, and added pressure to some. Making people think it was an old fashioned bed.
Slowly, he started to walk towards the window, it was a old fashioned window, the white paint started to wear off of the faded out wood, leaving cracks of brown, and white that could be peeled off. In one of the small compartments of the window, shattered glass was destroyed. It was evident that some sort of weapon or heavy object had been thrown through the window. Slowly, he started to open up the window, a for sure creaking sound came from it, proving it would probably break sooner or later from pressure of being dragged and moved. How it would break? Who knew of which piece would shatter and squirm. For specifics like that, it was almost impossible to predict perfectly, all anyone could know his specifics.
Sighing, he put one leg through the window, proving he was planning to go outside. Having one hand hold onto the edge of the window, he lowered his other leg upon the roof. The cool air was sucked into his hot sweat all over his body, leaving a cool fresh feeling, but not a clean one. Carefuly, watching his big feet, he sat upon the roof. The hinges were old and rusty, turning red with age, though, one could not tell it was rust, unless they looked closely at it. He looked down upon the beaches, hoping the nice scenery and change of weather would help him think more straight then living in that wretched small room of his.
Slowly, he stirred and squirmed to get into a sitting position comfortable enough for him. Slowly, he raised one leg to his chest, while his other dangled downward, sliding down on the rough surface of the roof. Though, he seemed to slide a little, his weight was stabled by his bended leg that was to his chest, for he had put grip into it. His back was bended in a downward direction, slowly tilting towards his back, small bits of sweat that had gathered went down his arms in a spiral pattern, which was odd since it moved at the same time.
Small strands of winds went against his face, shattering into thousands of pieces, leaving clear, calm air. The ocean sparkled with unspoken beauty underneath it’s dephs, the moon light shined with all it’s glory that the sun had given it, leaving sparkles of it gleaming against anything reflectable. He took a deep breath of hair, enjoying the scenery, he always did love this part of the night, though, it was amazing how his friends had taken this place’s wilderness for granted. Despite everywhere he had ever been, he loved Destiny Island’s best. After a moment or so, with lack of having his eyes moistured against the dry protection of the wind, he let out a small,”Aack…”that didn’t have enough emotion, probably because of the fact it was by muscle memory, technicly, anyway. The darkness collided as much as it could as his eyelids protected him against the beauty before him. Though, when he opened his eyes, it wasn’t what he expected.
Upon him, was a place distant, fields layed endlessly everywhere, filled a person’s eyes, only for a short while, though, the moon in it’s mystic sphere, changed into a… Heart?! Sora blinked, but then started to step behind him in surprise, little did he know of where he was. With a shattering fall, he watched as he did not fall from his roof but a… CLOCK TOWER?! The tower seemed to lean over him with each second as his body gained speed against the wind, shattering gravity, without meaning to. Water appeared to be over the hills he was looking at. He watched himself in horror, but there was nothing he could do, but accept his fate.
“AAH!” Sora screamed from the midst of it all, his scream had a little echo effect, looking upon himself, he looked at his hands by instinct, though, there appeared to be not a problem. Looking over his shoulder, and infront of him, he decided to make sure where he was. He sighed, his clothes creased as he started to slump, he hated it when stuff like that happened, sure, someone may get the occasional De Ja vu or something, but… Not like this… He shook his head, spiky tendrils moving limply at his side.
“Not when it felt so real…”He muttered to himself, the mood broken for being outdoors, he reluctantly climed upon the roof, crawling so he wouldn’t fall and wouldn’t accidently LIVE that moment! That would suck! Slowly, he edged closer to his bedroom window, though, before he could reach for the window, his hand, helping keeping him stable underneath his weight, tumbled from being unstable and the lack of grip for wearing gloves. Thought it was short lives, the rusted shingles scraped against his skin, leaving a scratch on his wrist that looked like it was caused by sand paper,”FLIPPING HELL!”He screamed in surprise of those few seconds.
Quickly, he grasped the wound with his other hand, putting small bits of pressure on it so it would feel better, but all that came out was more pain, blood slimed out affectionately upon him, looking closely at the wound, he noticed that small bits of rust nudged it’s way upon his wound, kind of like splinters, except, more dangerous and painful.
“DANG ME AND MY CLUTZYNESS!>.<”He yelled, his serious, deep thought mode mostly shattered now. Along climbing the rest of the way up the roof, he started to grumble upon himself about various things, till he climbed in the window, closed it, and went to bed, though… He STILL grumbled all the way to sleep…xD Hopefuly, he’d remember he had school tomorrow!
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Yeah, I got a newspaper type of style stuck in my head, so yeah… Beside that, I know it’s probably rushed and stuff, so yeah… Critism ADORED! But… Try not to be too hard on me!
And yes, I noticed his sudden change of mood an’ stuff…xD Not sure where I’m going with this yet, I know he’ll go to school and stuff… Meh, I’ll think of a plot later on…xD
Chapter one: Fallen visions.
The boy woke up with a wake from his diseased nightmare. His face was full of beads of sweat, his chocolate brown hair was damp and dark with this wet substance. His hair, once could tell, was originally spiky, by the way it stood it’s ground, though, it limped, see as gravity was stronger on it. Slowly, he wiped small strands of sweat off his face, though, the purpose was defeated as his hands were sweaty as well. He wore dark red gloves that seemed to be lighter from the moon outside his window.
He panted, gasping for air, great lungfuls entered his throat, he savoured the fresh coolness down his throat, before he’d take an empty breath without it, all this to keep up with his constant heart beat. His clothes were wrinkled in more than one place, as one could see, making him get a messy look to himself. Small areas of his shirt were very damp, and were darker in the moonlight, most of these spots were on his chest area. His breath finally started to calm down. A part of this was because of the humidity.
Looking at of his window, he stared awingly at the moon before him, small strands of hair sticked to his forehead from the sweat. Making him glisten a little. His dark blue cerulean eyes looked emptily towards the northern sky. His lips moved, though, they were too soft to be heard, removing strands of hair behind his ear, he whispered to himself,”I had that picture in my head again…”it refused to disappear.
It was like those times when something appeared to form in your mind without warning, something made out of the mixture of imagination of memories that would never be grasped. That could either be female or male, slowly, Sora edged to the end of his bed, the matris creaked under the release of pressures on springs, and added pressure to some. Making people think it was an old fashioned bed.
Slowly, he started to walk towards the window, it was a old fashioned window, the white paint started to wear off of the faded out wood, leaving cracks of brown, and white that could be peeled off. In one of the small compartments of the window, shattered glass was destroyed. It was evident that some sort of weapon or heavy object had been thrown through the window. Slowly, he started to open up the window, a for sure creaking sound came from it, proving it would probably break sooner or later from pressure of being dragged and moved. How it would break? Who knew of which piece would shatter and squirm. For specifics like that, it was almost impossible to predict perfectly, all anyone could know his specifics.
Sighing, he put one leg through the window, proving he was planning to go outside. Having one hand hold onto the edge of the window, he lowered his other leg upon the roof. The cool air was sucked into his hot sweat all over his body, leaving a cool fresh feeling, but not a clean one. Carefuly, watching his big feet, he sat upon the roof. The hinges were old and rusty, turning red with age, though, one could not tell it was rust, unless they looked closely at it. He looked down upon the beaches, hoping the nice scenery and change of weather would help him think more straight then living in that wretched small room of his.
Slowly, he stirred and squirmed to get into a sitting position comfortable enough for him. Slowly, he raised one leg to his chest, while his other dangled downward, sliding down on the rough surface of the roof. Though, he seemed to slide a little, his weight was stabled by his bended leg that was to his chest, for he had put grip into it. His back was bended in a downward direction, slowly tilting towards his back, small bits of sweat that had gathered went down his arms in a spiral pattern, which was odd since it moved at the same time.
Small strands of winds went against his face, shattering into thousands of pieces, leaving clear, calm air. The ocean sparkled with unspoken beauty underneath it’s dephs, the moon light shined with all it’s glory that the sun had given it, leaving sparkles of it gleaming against anything reflectable. He took a deep breath of hair, enjoying the scenery, he always did love this part of the night, though, it was amazing how his friends had taken this place’s wilderness for granted. Despite everywhere he had ever been, he loved Destiny Island’s best. After a moment or so, with lack of having his eyes moistured against the dry protection of the wind, he let out a small,”Aack…”that didn’t have enough emotion, probably because of the fact it was by muscle memory, technicly, anyway. The darkness collided as much as it could as his eyelids protected him against the beauty before him. Though, when he opened his eyes, it wasn’t what he expected.
Upon him, was a place distant, fields layed endlessly everywhere, filled a person’s eyes, only for a short while, though, the moon in it’s mystic sphere, changed into a… Heart?! Sora blinked, but then started to step behind him in surprise, little did he know of where he was. With a shattering fall, he watched as he did not fall from his roof but a… CLOCK TOWER?! The tower seemed to lean over him with each second as his body gained speed against the wind, shattering gravity, without meaning to. Water appeared to be over the hills he was looking at. He watched himself in horror, but there was nothing he could do, but accept his fate.
“AAH!” Sora screamed from the midst of it all, his scream had a little echo effect, looking upon himself, he looked at his hands by instinct, though, there appeared to be not a problem. Looking over his shoulder, and infront of him, he decided to make sure where he was. He sighed, his clothes creased as he started to slump, he hated it when stuff like that happened, sure, someone may get the occasional De Ja vu or something, but… Not like this… He shook his head, spiky tendrils moving limply at his side.
“Not when it felt so real…”He muttered to himself, the mood broken for being outdoors, he reluctantly climed upon the roof, crawling so he wouldn’t fall and wouldn’t accidently LIVE that moment! That would suck! Slowly, he edged closer to his bedroom window, though, before he could reach for the window, his hand, helping keeping him stable underneath his weight, tumbled from being unstable and the lack of grip for wearing gloves. Thought it was short lives, the rusted shingles scraped against his skin, leaving a scratch on his wrist that looked like it was caused by sand paper,”FLIPPING HELL!”He screamed in surprise of those few seconds.
Quickly, he grasped the wound with his other hand, putting small bits of pressure on it so it would feel better, but all that came out was more pain, blood slimed out affectionately upon him, looking closely at the wound, he noticed that small bits of rust nudged it’s way upon his wound, kind of like splinters, except, more dangerous and painful.
“DANG ME AND MY CLUTZYNESS!>.<”He yelled, his serious, deep thought mode mostly shattered now. Along climbing the rest of the way up the roof, he started to grumble upon himself about various things, till he climbed in the window, closed it, and went to bed, though… He STILL grumbled all the way to sleep…xD Hopefuly, he’d remember he had school tomorrow!
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Yeah, I got a newspaper type of style stuck in my head, so yeah… Beside that, I know it’s probably rushed and stuff, so yeah… Critism ADORED! But… Try not to be too hard on me!
And yes, I noticed his sudden change of mood an’ stuff…xD Not sure where I’m going with this yet, I know he’ll go to school and stuff… Meh, I’ll think of a plot later on…xD