The name of the character is at the top, if third person, it will say ---{~}--- (only third person) change of focus ___[~~]___ (only first person) Same thing but from a different person sight -__{~}__- Noticible time change ---[~]--- (only third person) change of focus and same thing ~~{-}~~ new chapter _-_-_ Change from third to first and first to third The sword fell, the cold metal hit the hard smooth rock and bounced up then fell to a stop. His hand was covered in sticky red blood, it almost made a half glove over his hand, the blood dripped slowly off the hand. It splattered the pebbles a shade of crimson, as it hit the metal of the sword the earth shook. A single tear dragged it's way down the expressionless face, slowly pulling it's way down from the eye, next to the nose and rolled off the cheek, it smashed againist the ground. The sword slipped off the cliff, it seemed to fall in slow motion as it hit the rock over and over again. The cold eyes stared at forest of the land of Retvex not down at the diamond encrusted hilt sword. The forest spread over about fifty square miles, divied by a flowing river that continued for about another mile. Retvex was split into squares by small towns and villages, but the face never turned to look at the many homes, they were fixed on a single clearing in the woods. Two big oak trees parted to reveal a small lake, around lake was fresh green grass which many deer of the forest eat daily. But in the centre of the lake was a shining beacon of light, from a island, seemingly bare. But it held so many secrets, some which could save the fate of Retvex. ---[~]--- A cloaked figure walked up to the man at the top, in his sleeves he hid a small knife that slid into his middle finger. His belt was full of weapons of all sorts, hunting knifives, a sword, throwing knifives. On his back he weilded a halberd, a mix of a axe an a spear, used for hacking and stabbing. But this man was going to use his hidden blade, he was intent in assassinating the man, he was going to be paid loads if he could do a good job of killing him and making it look like suicide. He slowly crept up to man, careful to make sure not to be noticed. He slowly breathed in and out, focusing on his victim. One step… two steps… Just three more steps and he will be in killing distance. Three steps… Just two more steps… Fourth step… One more step… His eyes popped out of his head. His vision went red, his hands went sweaty, a pain shot through his body. He looked down and nearly vomited, a piece of metal and an arrow shaft had ripped through the assassin's armorless body. Carefully placed between his rib bones, and pierced his heart. He had slipped his hidden knife againist his hand and speared his hand. It had daggered it's self through the centre of his hand, his finger pinned to his hand. The assassin tried to stop himself from screaming in pain, his puffed out his cheeks. Blood poured out in a steady flow, he felt faint. And finally he fell on the floor… Dead… ---[~]--- A man stood there, staring at the man on the cliff, he couldn't get in the way of the plans. If he killed the cliff walker, most of Retvex would collapse. If the assassin killed him… Well, he would be a corpse. A long bow, a single arrow, one shot. He slowed his breathing to match his heartbeat, his eyes stung, his legs hurt. He pulled back on the string as the assassin took his third step. Fourth step, the arrow went in. Fifth step, the assassin stopped, he let go, the arrow flew through the air. Silent as a owl flying, it shot in the air towards the assassin. It had struck his heart, and went half way out of his body. His legs buckled, his body flopped. He was dead…
~~{-}~~ Bradley A roar split my ears, howls echoed in the forest, the wolves had awoken. Alex made a signal to move in, he eyes showed fear yet not openly scared, like he always is. Edgy, always alert of danger. I held a crossbow, and a hunting knife in my belt, I slowly closed in on the wolves. Slowly closing in on the kill, careful not to snap an of the dry sticks that littered the floor. I looked to see the stars of the gods, but I could not see them, the dense amount of branches and leaves thickened the sky, stopping anyone or thing from seeing the moon or the stars. This made the wolves edgy, no moon meant a lot to them, they hopped from one area to the next. I then realised I could use the trees as a advanage, a quickly climbed the great trees and saw something that made my jaw drop. The wolves crowded around a broken piece of metal. But this wasn't an piece of metal, it was a sword, with a diamond covered hilt, a wickedly sharp blade and a golden scabbard. But on the cracked half sword was a piece of writing it said ΤΗΣ DΣΔΜΘΝζ ΘF ΤΗΣ GΓΔVΣ ΗΔVΣ ΑΨΟΚΣΝ… "Don't think my warth is over... a voice echoed in my skull "The cliff walkers shall rise" the same wispy, yet hard voice.
~~{-}~~ Chris A dog of shadows, glowing red demonic eyes boring down on me, huge teeth, dirty talons clattering againist the gravel, rippling leg muscles. This was a hell hound if I know one, the mutt of Satan. I gulped as it slowly stepped forwards, I gripped my sword tightly. Tap tap tap, tap tap tap… It opened it's mouth, a crimson tongue and a roar, terror filled my body. It ready itself for the pounce, and a burst of flames, a dark bird covered in symbols spread it's wings wide out and flames licked off the feathers on it's wings. A wing span of 3 metres, a phoenix, the bird of fire but not a common phoenix, this was death phoenix, made for the skies of hell. Somehow the hound and the phoenix had escaped from their cages in the underworld and they now roamed the surface. The phoenix screeched and I cowered in fear as it shot down from the sky and into the mountain place…
~~{-}~~ Bradley A leap, a rush of air, a thump as I plant my feet on a wolf, I flick a piece of folded metal out into a knife. I pushed it into the jugular vein, blood spewed out… an instant kill. Howls echoed in the forest, waking animals and sending them into a fury. A run, up a tree, leap, thump… On a alpha male, wolves rushed at me from all angles, protecting the alpha male from death and death of the pack. I draw my crossbow and fire into the male's head, the whole body jerked and calmed down. Alex had his sword out and was covered in mud and blood, he was surrounded by animals but not worried. I jump and shove my bone hunting knife through the back of it's head, a little point broke free in it's fore head. I tugged to pull it out but it was stiff, it was stuck. Alex threw me a short sword to use, it had a silver hilt and a fat blade, the metal shone has beams of light slammed againist the blade. The metal went into a wolf, came out and straight into the next. We finally defeated them, tired, bloody, muddy… We looked like defeated soldiers. But we weren't defeated, no, this was the dawn of a new day for us… "Well done, but I have more for you... Much more..." --------- Please post on feedback thread
~~{-}~~ Chris A dark road lit only by small lanterns, nothing is heard… The lanterns suddenly flare up, then calm down. In the rush I saw a cloaked figure and three creatures. Again, the same thing and creatures. In the silence I could hear the claws rapping againist the gravel on the road. The air was stale and a cold feel was around, the twinkling lanterns emitted no heat at all. Flash, in the man's hand was a scythe, then I noticed the creatures were dogs, but not DOGS there was one body. It was Cerberus, the dog of death. The man was death… I shuddered "This is all fake, this is not real, fake…" I kept muttering to myself as they slowly plodded towards me. The lights flared at a steady rate, but then he stopped. "Why was the hound loose?" I shouted at Death "This will all be discovered," "Tell me now!" He was silent, then suddenly a burst of pure white light. The whole thing started to seem very real, a huge skull was staring at me, hollow eyes, but yet they seemed to be full of blazing fire. "My time is coming, shadow knight…" Shadow knight… These words rang in my head, and they continued to haunt me, to my never last day. "What do you mean?" I asked the floating skull "The Sun sets on every field, the moon always rises but with moon comes the Sun…" "Stop with the hiding!" I shouted at the skeleton with all my might but it stayed still, the temperature dropped, my breath clouded "The days of the moon are up, the coming of newer fuller moon is dawning, my end is nigh," The words 'nigh' echoed across the plain land, somehow finding something to bounce on. "The man's coat is the boy's jacket, my time of handing the coat is soon…" A tear of boiling water struck the dry bone of Death, it glistened burned and transformed into a flame, the fire left a mark on his right cheek, a black pheonix with curling wings and claws that could rip your skin wide open. The pheonix of Death, the canary for Satan, the vulture of dead men's flesh. My eyes widened, the blacky 'ink' spread across his expressionless face, it ate away at bone revaling the inside of his face. The fires dimmed and changed from their formers flaring blue flames to dirty orange fire. The shadows started burning, spitting flecks of black oil and grit at me, his body seemingly disappeared into an inferno. "It's alive!" These were my first thoughts when it stuck to my hand and grow and pulsed. Thriving of my life it started forming a cloak of shadows, long sheets of black fabic furled from the bottom and the arms, soft silk formed in the inside but the outside shell was rough sandpaper like material. My sweaty hands felt something… A wicked scythe lay in my hands, a hard wooden staff topped with a curved metal blade. Intertwined with the wood was two metal serpents, glowing ruby eyes stared emptyly at the sence. I looked down to see that my hands had rotted and been eaten to the skeletal bones. My legs buckled and bent, pain pinged in my heart. Death had quit… I was the new reaper of lives… ---------------- Sorry for the lateness of the story, I lost my iPod
~~{-}~~ Hydrdel "From the depths of hell, into the heart of darkness…" The Master chanted this over and over again "Man of shadows, thane of night…" The rest replied to him, the skull in the centre of the circle shone and wisps of smoky shadows curled off the hollow eyes. "Dragon of Death battled Phoenix of Light, their hearts joining and splitting…" The Master screamed at the crowd, his eyes wide, arms spread out. The people gasped in shock but I stood my ground and just stared at him. "Hearts coming live, light and dark together, the ultimate rivals, or maybe the ultimate alliance," I whispered continueing the chant "Him…" The Lord said, a shaking finger and curved black nail pointing towards me, "The prophet" I said nothing to respond to his chat. My eyes stared at him. I was in a open garden with a giant skull scorched into the earth, a circle of about fourty surrounding it, in front of every man was a hollow skull with a black candle into the hole on top of it. The Master stood in the centre of the 'Lord's heart' as they called it, shadows erupted from his feet. I stood outside the the circle, watching the summoning of the Dragon. My black cloak covered my face like the rest of the people's but I took the extra step of wearing the mask of Otreigh, the masked messanger of the night. "Your aura is one of mystery, your hand mark is of the Getanee region, you are of high level… Destiny licks your soul…" The Master said still trying to solve a puzzle. "I am the son of Getage of Night, my father was the man that founded the Baliskgorg forge'" The crowd gasped and hushed as the Master spoke "I am the son of the Grendelsov, and the brother of Bregrovtang. I am the Grand Master of the Retvex Samracains." As if on cue, as the crowd chanted as Master spoke shadows furled around him like two coils trapping him in a cage of shadows. Dark fire span around in a tornado, night sparks flicked off the cage. The shell was coated with a thick blanket of storm clouds that spat acid at me. Metalov "This is the birth of a new body…" I whisper as the shadows rip my body apart "My blissing Metalov…" A voice echoed in my head, "my time is up, but this is my last actions…" The flames flared and span, a arc of lightning shot from the clouds and hit me, the electricity shot through my body and engerised and tired me out at the same time. It ate at my pale skin, replacing it with thick black flesh, my small muscles were replaced with rippling ones. My body started growing, it pained me greatly, salty tears poured from my eyes. The flesh on my face started rotting and blistered it ate and ate, the feeling went under my eyes… My vision blurred, switching from focused to unfocused and superfocus. And then it happened… I went blind I screamed, my body was torn apart, I couldn't see, it was torture… Light! Blinding lights! Pin points of lights shone like lighthouses in my eyes. My protective shell had broken apart and I was exposed to the world, people stared at me. I howled in pain as a man shouted at me, I was a supreme being, why are they torturing me? I have super vision, hearing, was super strong, I was atuned to nature. The messiah, and yet they hurt me like a rag doll. _-_-_ Third person Metalov was a beast, he was nine foot, had massive rippling muscles, talons that daggered into the ground, his skin was rotten, moldy and slimy. His hair was burnt off and his clothes discarded, the only thing left was half a mask that covered half his face, like the phatom of the opera. Men drew swords, mages prepared spells, jinxs and curses. The Master moaned in pain as men shouted at him, no one reconised him as who he was, just a creature. A man with a halberd edged towards him and stabbed him with the tip of spike, the Master howled in pain. A giant sweeping claws smashed into his waist, the man's eyes widen as wide as a full moon, blood leaked out like a tap, the crimson liquid painted the earth a deep red. This skin went white, his bones stuck out, a single man screamed. This tore the final thread for Metalov, he was mad, he rampaged ——— End of part one of the chapter…
This story is meant to be twisted and dark, if you dislike pain, blood etc. don't read this chapter in detail Third person "NOW!" a rain of small packets full of gunpowder showered the Master in a coat of dancing flames. The fire blistered his slimy gooey skin making him moan in pain. The same man screamed "FIRE!" and a cloud of wooden shafts with metal spikes was flung from a crowd of men rained onto Metalov. The arrows had ropes to pull him down, but half of them just pulled his skin, the hooks on the tip ripping his flesh, blood spilled out of the gashes, cause the faint hearted to retch. When his soft outer layer of skin was torn, it showed a tough crust of skin on his body, protecting the internal organs. "Are the mages ready?" the man shouted "READY!" came a chorus of voices "TAKE HIM DOWN!" he screamed as balls of crystal clear water were flung at him, the slammed into him sending him flying, one pegged his face and erupted into a fountain of boiling water. The hot liquid buried itself deep behind his eye, a thin stream of watery white liquid poured from the bottom. "THE ACID!" a single ball of murky boiling liquid formed in the ball of the staff of the leader if Magi Destrucacus. This stern face was screwing in pain as the ball grew and throbbed, it split once, twice, thrice and many times intill it was scattered into lots of little blobs of acid. The man's breathing slowed, his hand curled and uncurled. Suddenly it straightend in to a flat palm, it point towards the bloody mutant Metalov. His staff was aimed at his face, the acid flew… The acid first ate at his chin, the liquid slowly burnt at the flesh as a combination of blood and the watery liquid burst in short burst out of his boney chin. His facal flesh didn't have the tough layer, just a soft skin. The greeny silver skin bubbled as the acid ate at his flesh, the acid then focused on his cheeks, the bubbles flared even more. His lips puffed up and suddenly burst. An watery, murky, thin liquid dribbled down his body, leaving a trail of slime. The acid munched at his bones and once it was finished it infused with his blood causing him to jitter. His teeth were visible and his rotten tongue was squirming. The bronze mask he wore has peppered with holes and bits of blood. The third row set on his eyes, the acid ate at Metalov's eyes, causing a gooey liquid to replace his eyes. His moans increased as his eyes bubbled and blistered, around his eyes went red and scabbed. Under them it disappeared to the bone, and they had started to buckle. The goo burnt his skin at the snap of a finger, it entered the holes in his cheek and grew new gaps over his body. Behind where his eyes should be was covered in a crusty powder that glistened in in fire light. A few drops of acid spat that this and the powder started hissing, and suddenly steam shot out from his skull. His started to rumble, the bubbly skin started boiling. And then it exploded, bits of blood, watery liquid, sticky blobs and acid shot it all directions. _-_-_ Hydrdel A shooting pain went through the body, the words "Clockwork Angel" shot infront of my eyes. All in gothic style, sometimes just the work "clockwork" or "clock" would be there. The pain was insensitive, then the voice spoke "Clockwork angel… Do you want it to stop? Do you?" the voice boomed in my head making me feel weak. My legs started to buckle, my skull felt like it was compressing, I fell to my knees. My whole body felt tired, ridden with pain I fell onto the floor. My vision blurred, my hearing went sharp then was blocked with a fuzzy noise. Clockwork angel was the only thing I could think… ———— As I said this is a dark gothic story. I'd like to thank Cheesemuffin for inspiring me to have a hidden tormenter. Please post feedback on the feedback thread.
~~{-}~~ Bradley "I have got to get to Terrageti falls! I have to!" "Bradley! That's the Worlds Thread! You can't go!" "ALEX! I need to visit the Space Time Shaft! My fate is there!" "Destiny searching is only for the trained!" "Steam demon" a voice spoke in my head. I let out a cry of pain and collipsed, a shocking burst of engery and felt me surprisingly weak. Alex rushed to my aid swamping me in a rush of questions. My head ached like hell and the rest of my body went limp , I had an tugging feeling to fall asleep, my eye lids felt like lead weights, my whole body was dragging along. I finally fell asleep… Hydrdel "Dragon… Heed Clockwork Angel, Dragon of Death…" A man is standing in front of me, he has big wings made of gears, pieces of metal and springs, as they slowly flap the gears turn as if to make them flap, the giant springs at the bottom strech and shrink. He wore a blue black suit with medals on it, it had golden cuffs with a streak of silver down the middle. His slick, black hair was carefully combed back. If you looked into his eyes, you could see turning gears behind them. His hands were a netting of springs, wires and gears. The man was completely clockwork. His neck creaked as he turned it, and his lips opened saying the three words "Demons are coming"