Post by Follow on Feb 20, 2013 23:14:49 GMT -5
Critique Is NICE!
-<3
Chapter One; Shadows?
The time had come, that is to say, time for the sun to set, and so it did. With quite a dramatic show of lights, the sun moved below the surface of the earth allowing the moon to take it's place as current leader of the world. With the sun gone, darkness crept across the land, heading towards the towering buildings of Vegas. It continued travel and spread fear into the hearts of the citizens, only they didn't quite know what this fear was, but none the less they feared it. It smashed into the city, stopped only by the many bright lights that cut through the night.
Slowly kicking the blankets off of him, a man stood up and stretched. He was in his mid thirties and fully prepared to do anything that was set upon him. He was well built for his age, not a towering mass of muscles to say, but a definite amount of strength lay under the rippling age. His crew cut brown hair, glistened in the lights coming through the window and as he stared out of it, his light blue eyes seemed to absorb the light and only become brighter. They were harsh, that was to say his eyes, but when his wife announced it was dinner, they softened and he hastily pulled on some clothes. He loved his family, more then what was considered usual for the standards of love, but heck, who knows what love is anymore.
A noise sounded off below him, and although he was positive it was nothing to worry about, he ran downstairs, pausing only to grab the nearest umbrella and prepare to stop the nonsense, whatever it might be. When he got there, a sight met his eyes, it seemed like a nightmare had manifested in front of him, threatening to end him here. His family lay dead in front of him in a bloody misshaped heap, but the real terror was the thing floating only a few inches above the scene of the murder. Some might say it was a skeleton, others might say it was the grim reaper, but he knew different. What lay before him was night itself. Night had manifested before him and seemed to be trying to tell him something, what it was wasn't clear but as he leaned forward he heard three simple words fall out of the dry and brittle mouth. "Seven Trials Await..." The room exploded into a vibrant of colors before it all faded away, he held his chest and backed against the wall, he knew that something had happened but what it was exactly, he didn't quite know. You see Christopher Night was only thirty-eight when this happened, but even at thirty-eight with three kids he hadn't seen enough of the world to know what to do next
He shook his head and dismissed the scene, not even bothering to consider it being the truth. He decided with a curt nod that he had watched a little too much horror flicks, and with that being done he walked to the kitchen smelling the sharp aroma of food. His wife and children were sitting at the table awaiting his arrival and as he sat down himself his wife sprang up with a deep worry in those brown eyes of hers. She placed a hand on his shoulder and with it resting there she spoke in a soft voice, "You alright..." she started before stumbling over her words, not quite sure what to say. He nodded again and pulled her into a deep loving embrace.
That embrace had been enough words between the two, and as he broke the embrace he felt calmer. Forks clacked, and plates shifted as the family erupted into conversation, the kids were happy enough to launch into discussions about the shows on the television, and many other things, but a nagging feeling had latched itself to Mr. Night, and he wasn't quite sure why.
//End of chapter One
-<3
Chapter One; Shadows?
The time had come, that is to say, time for the sun to set, and so it did. With quite a dramatic show of lights, the sun moved below the surface of the earth allowing the moon to take it's place as current leader of the world. With the sun gone, darkness crept across the land, heading towards the towering buildings of Vegas. It continued travel and spread fear into the hearts of the citizens, only they didn't quite know what this fear was, but none the less they feared it. It smashed into the city, stopped only by the many bright lights that cut through the night.
Slowly kicking the blankets off of him, a man stood up and stretched. He was in his mid thirties and fully prepared to do anything that was set upon him. He was well built for his age, not a towering mass of muscles to say, but a definite amount of strength lay under the rippling age. His crew cut brown hair, glistened in the lights coming through the window and as he stared out of it, his light blue eyes seemed to absorb the light and only become brighter. They were harsh, that was to say his eyes, but when his wife announced it was dinner, they softened and he hastily pulled on some clothes. He loved his family, more then what was considered usual for the standards of love, but heck, who knows what love is anymore.
A noise sounded off below him, and although he was positive it was nothing to worry about, he ran downstairs, pausing only to grab the nearest umbrella and prepare to stop the nonsense, whatever it might be. When he got there, a sight met his eyes, it seemed like a nightmare had manifested in front of him, threatening to end him here. His family lay dead in front of him in a bloody misshaped heap, but the real terror was the thing floating only a few inches above the scene of the murder. Some might say it was a skeleton, others might say it was the grim reaper, but he knew different. What lay before him was night itself. Night had manifested before him and seemed to be trying to tell him something, what it was wasn't clear but as he leaned forward he heard three simple words fall out of the dry and brittle mouth. "Seven Trials Await..." The room exploded into a vibrant of colors before it all faded away, he held his chest and backed against the wall, he knew that something had happened but what it was exactly, he didn't quite know. You see Christopher Night was only thirty-eight when this happened, but even at thirty-eight with three kids he hadn't seen enough of the world to know what to do next
He shook his head and dismissed the scene, not even bothering to consider it being the truth. He decided with a curt nod that he had watched a little too much horror flicks, and with that being done he walked to the kitchen smelling the sharp aroma of food. His wife and children were sitting at the table awaiting his arrival and as he sat down himself his wife sprang up with a deep worry in those brown eyes of hers. She placed a hand on his shoulder and with it resting there she spoke in a soft voice, "You alright..." she started before stumbling over her words, not quite sure what to say. He nodded again and pulled her into a deep loving embrace.
That embrace had been enough words between the two, and as he broke the embrace he felt calmer. Forks clacked, and plates shifted as the family erupted into conversation, the kids were happy enough to launch into discussions about the shows on the television, and many other things, but a nagging feeling had latched itself to Mr. Night, and he wasn't quite sure why.
//End of chapter One
