“I told you, NO.” was the reply of the old man, looking like something that had lived its whole life in the dark and gloomy alleyway. “But-” replied the girl, her long and mousy brown braid bobbing with her frantic gestures. She was desperate. But why? Then she turned around and all flickered away to black.
Keri’s dream faded. She shot straight up in bed, pressed her sweaty hands together, then leaned slowly back against her pillow. She breathed a huge sigh of relief. It was clear that something had scared her.
If things persist this way, my hair is going to turn white… oh my god, Keri, stop being morbid. The super paranoid person that I’m sure I secretly am moved to the mirror. No white, just boring light brown… Yeah, you could say that the girl in my dreams looks a lot like me, but the same creepy intuition that tells me the dreams are real tells me she’s something else. I don’t know what, but somehow I hope I never find out. Seriously, what kind of person dresses in complete black? A freaking spy?
Anyways, these dreams are totally creeping me out. Every night, the same old braided ninja argues with that decrepit old man. It’s always somewhere different, somewhere creepy, somewhere with the dim yellow light of the midnight hour. An old storeroom, the boxes and crates covered with dust and yearning for some sunlight. Stair steps covered in rain, shoved into the corners where we never go, because we don’t want to end up sleeping there. The images flicker on and off like a black and white movie. It claws away at the fragile cobwebs of my sanity. I know that it’s real. I know that their arguing holds somebody’s life in the balance. And I have a bad feeling it’s mine, hers… or ours. I’ve got to do something about this.
“Stop the car.” ordered the girl in black. The old man stubbornly continued. The girl put her gun to his head. The man sighed. “You aren’t possibly serious about this…” “I am.” she replied. “More serious than I’ve ever been about anything else in my life.” In a quick, fluid movement, she leapt out of the moving car and ran like the wind into the cold, harsh, rain. He sighed again. “I think I’ve trained her too well…”
The rain stung my eyes, numbed my skin and seemed to sap the very soul out of my body. But I continued, on through the winds that swept me back, clouded my vision and seemed to moan the pure hopelessness of what I was undertaking. I held firm, because although I have not known it this is my destiny, and it’s only just beginning.
Keri DeVeaux was on her way to do something about it when a sudden, inexplicable instinct told her to look out the window. Through the curtain of rain, she could make out a solitary figure, clothed completely in black. Keri stood frozen in shock as the girl sprinted towards her. The glass was not very thick, but through the rain and the window she was only able to make out snatches of words. What she did hear would haunt her for the rest of her life. Stolen… chosen… coming… save… destiny… die… Then the girl disappeared. The raindrops blurred her for a moment and when they cleared she was simply gone. It seemed as though she had been washed away.
A good example of my creative writing- I don't even know where I got the idea for this. :)
