Silverwing aka DarkAngel's blog: "Should I rebirth this storyline?"

Made different is a series I've thought about, and that has held a few different names. It is based loosely on my own past, and the shared experiences of me and my friends as I've grown and learned.

I also embellished and created some completely fictional storyline to work alongside the facts. So while it is based in fact, it is still a work of fantasy and fiction.

This is the basic beginning (Prologue) that I have for this story right now, written when I was 20, before I learned much in how to write and properly portray emotions and flow in storylines:

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…Pain surged through his shoulder, ripping memories of failure from the deepest recesses of Ley’s mind, forcing them to seek refuge in anyplace they might find, yet serving no other purpose than to enrage him all-the-more. With an animalistic rage, his blood pumped through his shaking body, as heat radiated from him, burning hotter and stronger, until he was engulfed in a black aura, like the birth of a hidden nova radiating its fury as he focused his tear-filled eyes on the being that no other could see.

With a nearly inaudible voice, his throat whispered the promise, “Not this time, Olutuk…” His eyes focused through the tears, and took on a slight glow from the nearby light, no… it wasn’t from the light; it was from within him. His body trembled slightly as he stood defiantly before this creature that only he could see. His breathing seemed irregular, and sweat glistened along his body. “These scars are from your kind…” He motioned to his arms, covered in scars of varying shapes and sizes, “Some from me pulling them out, others from them trying to defeat me.”

Suddenly, Ley went flying through the air, like a child had heard enough from its mind’s voice, and punished its rag doll for such needless words. He flew from the balcony, and plummeted to the ground seven stories below. The other teenagers rushed to the balcony looking over, only to see him crash hard to the concrete boardwalk below. The collective gasped and cringed as they heard the sickening thud.

        Unbelievably, within an instant, Ley stood back up, brushed himself off, and walked away only holding his lower back as though it was tender. The teenagers looked back and forth to themselves wondering if what they had just seen could have been real, after all, Ley was only a reject that didn’t fit in around school. They hardly could begin to stir before hearing a soft knock at their Schooner-rented hotel door again.

        One of the blond teens opened the door, and went ghostly white at the sight.

“I believe I left my jacket.” Ley didn’t hold any emotion in his voice, simply made the statement. When the boy didn’t respond, he walked past him into the room, and picked up his jean jacket. Then with lightning-quick reflexes, he spun and crashed into a mirror, shattering it, and spun back with a shard in his hand stopping to a gross liquid-squish sound.

        Within seconds, the form of a creature appeared, for all to see just before turning to ash and collapsing on itself.

“Have a good party.” Ley excused himself, and walked away into the crisp night air of Virginia Beach...

The teacher read the piece from a student she had always considered a prize writer and reporter, shaking her head. “What sort of nonsense is this?”

          Cathy was quick to respond, “I have eye-witnesses!”

          “They were obviously drunk to claim any credence to this babbling!” With long, lean fingers, she combed through her hair. “Cathy, I’ve never turned down your work. You are a great reporter and very good writer. But this is like something of a fictional story… and how did you know how he felt? It’s like you were inside his mind or something, I mean really, Cathy!

“Bring me something worth-while again. Don’t write these fantastical stories for the school paper, please. Bring me something about the sport teams, or about the class elections. Give me those great pieces that you have given me in the past. Anything; but… THIS.” Her face conveyed a horror at the Enquirer-like piece sitting in front of her.

          Cathy cringed; sinking inside from the feeling she had listening to her teacher’s reprimanding of her reporting, no matter how much she might have also praised her for her other pieces. Ley was her friend, and shouldn’t people know about the pocket bible cutting into the Ouija board at the illegal party, and how if it wouldn’t have been for her friend that many other teens might have been hurt from those things that they let loose in their “teenage angst-inspired party” at the Schooner hotel?

          “Yes ma’am. I will have another story for you by morning. I’m sorry.” Cathy bit back the tears that threatened her eyes at her apology for telling the truth. “I will find something… more pertinent.”

          “Good.” The teacher’s face revealed a few lines that hardly diminished her hushed beauty as she smiled to her prize reporter. “I know that we can trust you to bring out something good for us to read, Cathy!”

          With the genuine encouragement for a better piece, but still some part of her aching for not being able to have the story of this student stopping something others couldn’t see, Cathy stood and silently walked out of the room deep in thought – which the teacher most likely passed off as being dedicated to a new story. What was that thing that Ley killed, and how did a book actually cut into wood like it was a hot knife sinking into a bar of butter? Things didn’t add up… in any form at all…

          “Cathy!”

          She sat up in bed, having heard Ley’s voice clearly. “What? How did you get in my room?” She looked around frantic, pulling her covers up over her, and determining she would skin her friend alive if he had seen anything more than her lying under the covers.

          When no response came, she looked around again. Reaching over and expecting to see Ley standing there at the sound of the click, she turned on her bed light: Nothing. Her eyes scanned slowly around her familiar bedroom, but she couldn’t find anything out of place. She looked to her window; perhaps it was the culprit that had allowed him to disturb her sleep.

          Ley wasn’t there either, and the windows was shut and locked firmly in place. Military housing might have had some strange quirks, but hearing a friend from school’s voice that lived a couple streets over wasn’t one of them. Cathy got up and pulled on her clothes. She would get to the bottom of this one way or another.

          Within minutes, she had gotten her Clothes pulled on, complete with a jacket to confront the cold night’s air. She approached her front door and heard her name again, but from a female’s voice this time. She looked around confused, “Amy?”

          Again, she stopped, and looked around her house, trying to find how she was hearing her friend’s voices. “This is a dream… this is a dream…” Her soft chant seemed to quicken slightly as she found all facets of her house were as they should be and she was securely locked within. She turned and walked to the door, determined, yet confused, to get to the bottom of this mystery.

          She closed the door and locked it with a key her dad had given her.

          “Cathy!”

          “Jason?” Cathy spun around to an empty street. She looked through the dark, and shined a flashlight beam around trying to find any trace of someone else having been there. Again, she found nothing.

           A soft chant came wafting through the air. It sounded almost like it was in a foreign language, but it was oddly soothing and melodic. Cathy followed it as she moved closer to her friend’s houses a couple streets over. Ley and Amy lived close enough, but Jason lived across town. It didn’t make sense.

          She mulled the facts over, as she crossed the street blindly, not bothering to look either way as she was deep in thought. She arrived to the soft chanting, and suddenly realized she was walking in the air, causing her to collapse to the ground within the six-foot chain link fence that surrounded the old burial ground.

          She looked up, and saw Amy, Ley, Jason, and Scott on the four sides chanting softly, and then watched as just in front of her an Indian ghost-form raised from the ground near the headstone, looking very kind and innocent as a little girl, but in an instant its flesh turned inside out on the small girl’s body. Without thought, Cathy raked at the ground, and kicked with her feet trying to distance herself from the manifestation, before passing out.

          How did she fly up there?....

          What was she doing?....

Did someone tell her about tonight?....

          She was at the problem at the Schooner the other night too…....

          The four couldn’t seem to get themselves in sync as easily as normal, as they watched over Cathy, waiting for her to awaken once more. The dew had moistened their skins and clothing, but there were no marks on Cathy’s clothes like she had been lifted out as she opened her eyes, and looked around, taking in the scene. “What? What happened?” Her clouded mind was still trying to focus and remember everything.

          The four looked back and forth without a word, yet their facial expressions changed as though they were carrying on a full conversation. They seemed to be almost arguing until Cathy grew frustrated and shouted, “Hey guys, I’m right here!”

          “Of course you are.” Ley looked down to her and offered her his hand.

          “But why did you come?” Amy’s voice echoed quickly.

          “Who called you?” Scott asked accusingly.

          Jason and Ley looked at each other when Cathy rose to her feet again without any aid. “You two can stop talking over me now,” Cathy shot to the two boys, “It’s not like I’m not right here!”

          You can hear us? Jason looked baffled.

          “Of course I can, do you think I’m deaf!”

          “But; I didn’t say a word, Cathy.” Jason looked back to her. Are you certain, you can hear us?....

          Cathy sighed. “What game are you all playing? Yes, I can hear you!”

          You’re… one of us? Amy smiled; I’m not the only girl anymore!

          Of course, leave it to you, Amy! Ley smirked at the comment.....

          Hey, she’s my girlfriend, Ley… get your own! Jason laughed at the new expression as Cathy looked back and forth thinking they were all insane.

          Cathy, take my hand. Ley offered her his hand, and the others joined in a circle, all holding hands as well. We are talking in our minds, and you hear us. It was then that Cathy realized she hadn’t been watching, but their mouths were not moving.

          “Look down, Cathy.” Scott chuckled.

          Cathy did as she was told, and saw they were floating a good three stories off the ground. “What is this, are you some cult or something?” Cathy began as though she would freak out, but these were her friends, and the look changed from fear to concern quickly.

          “No, we are the Roras… just as you seem to be…” Jason smiled to Amy, who nodded in return and glanced back to Cathy.

          “What are Roras?” Cathy’s brow furrowed as she looked between them all.

          We are special. We live beyond dimensional boundaries, time being a dimension we can control. We wanted to see the past, so we bent the dimensions, and we saw what happened to this girl… and why people claim this burial ground is haunted. If only we could understand the girl too… Ley sighed.

Any input or thoughts are appreciated. Thank you all.