Deadly Wishes
Nov 7, 2013 12:22:03 GMT -12
Post by wildpelt on Nov 7, 2013 12:22:03 GMT -12
(I wrote this for School hope you like!)
The night was dark. The cold air bit into the landscape like the talons of a hawk. The icy air blew around, surrounding the small village in its embrace. The only sign of life was the small torches lit in the center, which gave it an eerie, deserted feeling. Cheers and yells rose up in chorus with music played by small drums and strings, adding to the scene. The people in the village were unaware to the outside world as they celebrated their dead. The time wasn’t right yet for them to stop. Perhaps if they had, none of the rest would have happened.
A small boy, no older than twelve, dashed silently away from the village. The lights around him faded as his feet his foliage and not dirt. The trees whipped past as his feet carried him northbound. The moonlight cast a light glow onto his features, illuminating them. The boy smiled; he had never felt so alive. He sat down, panting after his forced run. So intent was he in resting he was oblivious to the girl behind him until she grabbed onto his shoulder.
“Boo!” The girl whispered. The boy shot up, screaming. This sent the girl into hysterics.
“Jacylin! How many times do I have to tell you not to do that for Lord’s sake!” Mordan, the boy, yelled. He was nervous about the village hearing them.
“Ah, but that one was good!” She beamed at herself.
“Whatever.” He started to slid into the tree line, just as she gripped his shirt.
“Care to explain where you’re going?” She demanded quietly. He sighed, but stayed silent.
“Come one, tell me or I’ll let the village know!” She demanded. He had a brief moment of fear, then snarled at her.
“None of any of your business!” He yelled. She smiled and launched herself in front of him.
“Oh?”
“Yes, now out of my way!” He tried to move aside, but she was stronger than she looked.
“Now!” She demanded. He sighed and fumed.
“The old house I found!” He ran off, hearing her follow him. He cursed at his own carelessness of telling her. As he heard her pursue him, he turned north towards his house. Well, it wasn’t HIS house, but it was what he found. Unfortunately, the logs were thick here, and by extension the roots. He was too intent on getting away to stop himself. She caught up, smiling, chuckling.
“I’m coming!” She demanded. He felt her press a foot on him. The fourteen year old grunted and gave in.
“Fine! You can come you beast!” He felt her lift her foot. As he sat up, she handed him a towel.
“Thought you would sneak off.” She handed him the towel, beaming. As he took it, she took off towards the house. He angrily followed her, muttering about her. When he shot out of the dense foliage, the house loomed in front of them. The house was old, two-stories high, and falling apart. The once proud brown was now a faded grey, with the remaining paint peeling off. In the surrounding wall, a hole had been torn into the side. It seemed whatever took care of the house was a bad caretaker. Yet, despite all of it, the house was enticing, as if the broken down building was a lure. Of course, if he had taken time to peer closely, he would’ve seen the small strands surrounding the windows.
“Alright, let’s go.” He declared. She obediently followed him. Although she was a year younger, she was a fighting spirit. She had seen him sneak off and grabbed a towel and a small knife. She noted how he looked like he was in paradise. He didn’t explore much, she noted. She, however, was well versed in this sort of thing. Many waking hours had been spent in the woods or ravines.
It was about two yards away from the house she felt something brush her ear. Disgusted, she brushed it, only to feel it stick to her hand. Moving into the moonlight, she saw what appeared to be a large spiderweb. The beautiful strands glowered in the moonlight. She saw how the strands had a liquid on them, adding to the appearance. She was going to mention it when she heard a satisfying squeal of hinges. Rubbing it off on a bit of rock, she entered. Had she stayed there another moment, she might of picked up on the silent hisses that protruded from the surrounding woods.
“Incredible!” She picked up. Upon entering, she saw he was correct. The house was old-fashioned, with large red rugs and soldiers and everything an old house should have. Two proud knights stood on guard by the stairwell, the swords radiating an eerie glow. They appeared to be in a living room, with the ceiling up higher to allow for a second floor. The roof had two large holes large enough for a hut, allowing moonlight into the damp space. She breathed as a single bat flew up.
“Wow. I’m glad I stopped you!” Jacylin announced. Mordan turned and snorted. He was still upset for bringing her along. It wasn’t that he wanted to leave her alone, but he didn’t want to be responsible for her should something happen. Suddenly, he got an idea.
“We should explore the top level!” He shot up the stairs, leaving her to scramble up the velvet stairs. She felt the wood groan as it supported weight for what had obviously been too long. When they ascended, they were facing what was not much wider than a catwalk. From what she could tell, it appeared that part of the walkway had been ripped away. Her eyes, however, were drawled to something hanging on the ceiling. The moonlight was hitting the wall just fine, but it felt…off. After laying outside for years, she could tell something was diluting it, making it duller. She was going to point it out to Mordan, but a cry made her jump. She pulled the knife out, still on guard.
Mordan was beckoning to her from the other room. He had wrenched open an old door adjacent to the stairwell. He smashed his weight against it to open up a gap. When that was done, he looked inside. While the room was dark, he managed to find a bit of wood. Opening up his flint he carried, he successfully lit the end on fire. Holding his new torch up, he looked inside again and screamed.
“What?” The girl was at his side in an instant. She nearly gasped too when she saw inside.
The room was obviously a study, but it no longer looked that way. The walls had holes in them to allow access to other rooms. The room would never have looked odd if it wasn’t for the fact that the room was covered in webs large enough to ensnare a human. The webs were about an inch think with each thread, but the webs looked the same across the room. They conformed to form a pit in the center of the room. There, a large white sack rested in the center, suspended by a single thread. The sack withered and moved as if alive!
“What is this?” She finally gasped to him. The boy backed out of the room, afraid. He was terrified not of the sack, but of what may have made the web. As he backed up, he felt a single rope push onto him. He turned to brush it off, but the rope stuck to his hand. Now nervous, he saw he had backed into a large web! He yelped as he floundered foolishly, only managing to tangle himself more. He screamed and twisted his head to look at the girl.
“Jacylin!” He cried, terrified now.
The girl ran over to cut him loose, just as a slithering began. The sound was horrid, like the sound of a knife being dragged over rock. She turned, only to see nothing. Confused, she turned again, only to be met with the same result. Vexed, she was going to cut her friend loose when she decided to look up. She had to cover her mouth as a large spider pulled itself up to the web.
The spider was dressed like she, for it was a female, was a black widow. The lines of red and white sliced down her body, accenting the black abdomen and plump rear end. Unlike a normal spider, however, she was huge. She was easily about times larger than the two children combined, and her face was about half of Jacylin’s height. The eight eyes and two malevolent pincers were thick with a red substance she could only place as blood. It was now that she realized what was blocking the light. She looked up, finally making out a complex net of webs. The huge beast must have climbed up the side of the house!
“Jacylin!” Mordan had now seen the spider. The spider moved her front legs together, moving them in a way that was strikingly similar to how a human would rub hands. The beast stretched itself up, while moving the plump end underneath her. Protruding from the end was a fleshy, dripping and blood-encrusted stinger. Jacylin felt pure fear roll through her as the horrid creature started to inch closer to inject him. When she was close, the girl broke out of her trance. Adrenaline made her scream.
“Hey nasty!” Was that all she could say? The beast turned anger in her eyes. The spider screamed at her, venom spraying over the walls. Those made her flinch, badly. The green substance melted whatever it touched. Maybe that explained the walkway. The beast retracted the stinger, now hissing in rage. Then the beast leapt, sailing over the web. The mighty leap put her less than a meter in front of the girl. Startled, she flung down the knife, letting it slide towards the boy as she turned and ran for her life.
She pounded about the house, terrified. The spider was faster than her, but the narrow size meant that she could stay ahead while the spider had to stop to climb. She constantly weaved across gaps in the floor, heart pounding. The fear of being caught was real, not something to be made fun of. It scared her enough to where tears were flying from her face. The sound of the creature made her almost fly across the floor, too nervous to speak.
The spider finally realized after a few minutes she wasn’t going to catch up on foot. The spider then shot a single web across the house, latching to the ceiling about a hundred meters in front of her. The creature connected up one end than started to crawl. The arachnid speed across the sticky surface, sliding more than crawling. Jacylin was looking behind her, looking for the spider. She was stunned more than hurt when a hairy leg knocked over, sending her about a meter backwards. Winded, she was unable to stand up. The spider placed an appendage against her chest, pinning her. She screamed as the stinger tail came out.
The arachnid reared back, ready to stab her. In the creature’s mind, she was no more than a small meal to satisfy her for an hour. In fact, he bones had almost no meat. The spider hesitated, thinking of how much meat she may have. The problem danced in her monster brain, allowing for Mordan to stab the foot holding his friend down.
The creature screamed in fury and pain. Mordan was covered in web, but it was easy to tell where the knife fell. The boy grabbed her, pulling her roughly to her feet. From experience of hunting, the boy knew what wounded prey was: dangerous. As he predicted, the spider recovered just as he pulled them away.
“Make for the door!” He shrieked at her. She didn’t hear him, but was already halfway down the stairs when she had the urge to stop. The pounding of his feet had ended. She looked up and screamed. He had placed himself between her and the spider.
“Come down here you ass!” She screamed, but he was already facing down the spider. He wasn’t buying her time, but he had actually hurt his foot. If he ran, it could break. It wasn’t an act of selflessness, but of selfishness. The creature lunged down, shaking the ground. He wielded the knife, slashing up to put some distance between them. The beast hooked one of the pillars with her leg, breaking it. The dust made him cough, and he instantly regretted it. The spider took advantage of that. Quicker than anything he had ever seen, she lunged, knocking his legs out and leaving him helpless on the floor.
“Mordan!” Then she heard a sound. The stair shook, then collapsed! She yelped as gravity pulled her down into the gap. She expected to land on hard floor, but instead she hit web. The fluid instantly pulled her to the mesh. Unable to move, she now knew she was trapped. She screamed once more before debris fell over her.
The spider, knowing she was alive and trapped, hesitated in killing Mordan. The spider weighed the options, then gave the equivalent of a shrug. The monster then started stalking toward the hole she had created.
“MORDAN!” She screamed, seeing the beast appear over the hole. She withered, but couldn’t break free!
Mordan weighed his options. He looked at the knife, then the spider, then the knife again. He looked at her and started limping away.
“MORDAN! Please!” She screamed. The spider dropped onto the web.
Mordan wasn’t listening. Hardening his heart, he left the house just as her screams were put out with a sickening squelch.
The sun rose, casting the peaceful village into a maroon glow.
Mordon sat on the front porch of his cottage, pondering. The boy had slowly slipped into the village right before he was missed. No one had noticed yet that Jacylin was missing. Mordan had first felt nothing, only throbbing pain inside him from struggling in the web. It had been some hours before he slowly started to place what had happened. It dawned upon him a simple truth: he had left her to die. It was the ultimate act of selfishness. He had sacrificed her for him. The realization had sent him crying, but not in the view of anyone else. He just prayed no one noticed anything.
“Aye, you’re thinking of old Carmel,” A villager had relied upon probing, “She was a wee old spider when she stumbled into a witch’s room. The witch apparently decided to keep her and then did a few tests on her. The last thing she expected happened: she grew. She grew large enough to kill her and went on destroying the countryside. The beast was an unstoppable force, and the leaders were worried about having to move people away. Then the strangest thing happened: she just left. Gone overnight, into who knows where? It is just a legend, nothing more. You have nothing to fear.” The man then picked up his water buckets and left.
Except for now, the boy reminisced. The memory of what he had done was now going to haunt him. He had left her to Carmel, and she would never be getting up again. The very thought sent him into hysterics. All he had done was be selfish. He wished now that he could’ve turned back time to change his actions. He started crying as he heard a woman start calling Jacylin’s name.
Overlooking the village stood two spiders. Carmel looked down, sizing up the threat that they posed. She remembered the pain they caused, and what she could do in revenge. She recalled the witch, the one that gave her powers. The female despised her, so she killed her. Carmel knew she was a tasty morsel. Now that the boy was terrified, she knew no one else would rise to stop them. For now, sitting next to her, was a small female spider. Near where her heart was lie a small puncture wound.
The night was dark. The cold air bit into the landscape like the talons of a hawk. The icy air blew around, surrounding the small village in its embrace. The only sign of life was the small torches lit in the center, which gave it an eerie, deserted feeling. Cheers and yells rose up in chorus with music played by small drums and strings, adding to the scene. The people in the village were unaware to the outside world as they celebrated their dead. The time wasn’t right yet for them to stop. Perhaps if they had, none of the rest would have happened.
A small boy, no older than twelve, dashed silently away from the village. The lights around him faded as his feet his foliage and not dirt. The trees whipped past as his feet carried him northbound. The moonlight cast a light glow onto his features, illuminating them. The boy smiled; he had never felt so alive. He sat down, panting after his forced run. So intent was he in resting he was oblivious to the girl behind him until she grabbed onto his shoulder.
“Boo!” The girl whispered. The boy shot up, screaming. This sent the girl into hysterics.
“Jacylin! How many times do I have to tell you not to do that for Lord’s sake!” Mordan, the boy, yelled. He was nervous about the village hearing them.
“Ah, but that one was good!” She beamed at herself.
“Whatever.” He started to slid into the tree line, just as she gripped his shirt.
“Care to explain where you’re going?” She demanded quietly. He sighed, but stayed silent.
“Come one, tell me or I’ll let the village know!” She demanded. He had a brief moment of fear, then snarled at her.
“None of any of your business!” He yelled. She smiled and launched herself in front of him.
“Oh?”
“Yes, now out of my way!” He tried to move aside, but she was stronger than she looked.
“Now!” She demanded. He sighed and fumed.
“The old house I found!” He ran off, hearing her follow him. He cursed at his own carelessness of telling her. As he heard her pursue him, he turned north towards his house. Well, it wasn’t HIS house, but it was what he found. Unfortunately, the logs were thick here, and by extension the roots. He was too intent on getting away to stop himself. She caught up, smiling, chuckling.
“I’m coming!” She demanded. He felt her press a foot on him. The fourteen year old grunted and gave in.
“Fine! You can come you beast!” He felt her lift her foot. As he sat up, she handed him a towel.
“Thought you would sneak off.” She handed him the towel, beaming. As he took it, she took off towards the house. He angrily followed her, muttering about her. When he shot out of the dense foliage, the house loomed in front of them. The house was old, two-stories high, and falling apart. The once proud brown was now a faded grey, with the remaining paint peeling off. In the surrounding wall, a hole had been torn into the side. It seemed whatever took care of the house was a bad caretaker. Yet, despite all of it, the house was enticing, as if the broken down building was a lure. Of course, if he had taken time to peer closely, he would’ve seen the small strands surrounding the windows.
“Alright, let’s go.” He declared. She obediently followed him. Although she was a year younger, she was a fighting spirit. She had seen him sneak off and grabbed a towel and a small knife. She noted how he looked like he was in paradise. He didn’t explore much, she noted. She, however, was well versed in this sort of thing. Many waking hours had been spent in the woods or ravines.
It was about two yards away from the house she felt something brush her ear. Disgusted, she brushed it, only to feel it stick to her hand. Moving into the moonlight, she saw what appeared to be a large spiderweb. The beautiful strands glowered in the moonlight. She saw how the strands had a liquid on them, adding to the appearance. She was going to mention it when she heard a satisfying squeal of hinges. Rubbing it off on a bit of rock, she entered. Had she stayed there another moment, she might of picked up on the silent hisses that protruded from the surrounding woods.
“Incredible!” She picked up. Upon entering, she saw he was correct. The house was old-fashioned, with large red rugs and soldiers and everything an old house should have. Two proud knights stood on guard by the stairwell, the swords radiating an eerie glow. They appeared to be in a living room, with the ceiling up higher to allow for a second floor. The roof had two large holes large enough for a hut, allowing moonlight into the damp space. She breathed as a single bat flew up.
“Wow. I’m glad I stopped you!” Jacylin announced. Mordan turned and snorted. He was still upset for bringing her along. It wasn’t that he wanted to leave her alone, but he didn’t want to be responsible for her should something happen. Suddenly, he got an idea.
“We should explore the top level!” He shot up the stairs, leaving her to scramble up the velvet stairs. She felt the wood groan as it supported weight for what had obviously been too long. When they ascended, they were facing what was not much wider than a catwalk. From what she could tell, it appeared that part of the walkway had been ripped away. Her eyes, however, were drawled to something hanging on the ceiling. The moonlight was hitting the wall just fine, but it felt…off. After laying outside for years, she could tell something was diluting it, making it duller. She was going to point it out to Mordan, but a cry made her jump. She pulled the knife out, still on guard.
Mordan was beckoning to her from the other room. He had wrenched open an old door adjacent to the stairwell. He smashed his weight against it to open up a gap. When that was done, he looked inside. While the room was dark, he managed to find a bit of wood. Opening up his flint he carried, he successfully lit the end on fire. Holding his new torch up, he looked inside again and screamed.
“What?” The girl was at his side in an instant. She nearly gasped too when she saw inside.
The room was obviously a study, but it no longer looked that way. The walls had holes in them to allow access to other rooms. The room would never have looked odd if it wasn’t for the fact that the room was covered in webs large enough to ensnare a human. The webs were about an inch think with each thread, but the webs looked the same across the room. They conformed to form a pit in the center of the room. There, a large white sack rested in the center, suspended by a single thread. The sack withered and moved as if alive!
“What is this?” She finally gasped to him. The boy backed out of the room, afraid. He was terrified not of the sack, but of what may have made the web. As he backed up, he felt a single rope push onto him. He turned to brush it off, but the rope stuck to his hand. Now nervous, he saw he had backed into a large web! He yelped as he floundered foolishly, only managing to tangle himself more. He screamed and twisted his head to look at the girl.
“Jacylin!” He cried, terrified now.
The girl ran over to cut him loose, just as a slithering began. The sound was horrid, like the sound of a knife being dragged over rock. She turned, only to see nothing. Confused, she turned again, only to be met with the same result. Vexed, she was going to cut her friend loose when she decided to look up. She had to cover her mouth as a large spider pulled itself up to the web.
The spider was dressed like she, for it was a female, was a black widow. The lines of red and white sliced down her body, accenting the black abdomen and plump rear end. Unlike a normal spider, however, she was huge. She was easily about times larger than the two children combined, and her face was about half of Jacylin’s height. The eight eyes and two malevolent pincers were thick with a red substance she could only place as blood. It was now that she realized what was blocking the light. She looked up, finally making out a complex net of webs. The huge beast must have climbed up the side of the house!
“Jacylin!” Mordan had now seen the spider. The spider moved her front legs together, moving them in a way that was strikingly similar to how a human would rub hands. The beast stretched itself up, while moving the plump end underneath her. Protruding from the end was a fleshy, dripping and blood-encrusted stinger. Jacylin felt pure fear roll through her as the horrid creature started to inch closer to inject him. When she was close, the girl broke out of her trance. Adrenaline made her scream.
“Hey nasty!” Was that all she could say? The beast turned anger in her eyes. The spider screamed at her, venom spraying over the walls. Those made her flinch, badly. The green substance melted whatever it touched. Maybe that explained the walkway. The beast retracted the stinger, now hissing in rage. Then the beast leapt, sailing over the web. The mighty leap put her less than a meter in front of the girl. Startled, she flung down the knife, letting it slide towards the boy as she turned and ran for her life.
She pounded about the house, terrified. The spider was faster than her, but the narrow size meant that she could stay ahead while the spider had to stop to climb. She constantly weaved across gaps in the floor, heart pounding. The fear of being caught was real, not something to be made fun of. It scared her enough to where tears were flying from her face. The sound of the creature made her almost fly across the floor, too nervous to speak.
The spider finally realized after a few minutes she wasn’t going to catch up on foot. The spider then shot a single web across the house, latching to the ceiling about a hundred meters in front of her. The creature connected up one end than started to crawl. The arachnid speed across the sticky surface, sliding more than crawling. Jacylin was looking behind her, looking for the spider. She was stunned more than hurt when a hairy leg knocked over, sending her about a meter backwards. Winded, she was unable to stand up. The spider placed an appendage against her chest, pinning her. She screamed as the stinger tail came out.
The arachnid reared back, ready to stab her. In the creature’s mind, she was no more than a small meal to satisfy her for an hour. In fact, he bones had almost no meat. The spider hesitated, thinking of how much meat she may have. The problem danced in her monster brain, allowing for Mordan to stab the foot holding his friend down.
The creature screamed in fury and pain. Mordan was covered in web, but it was easy to tell where the knife fell. The boy grabbed her, pulling her roughly to her feet. From experience of hunting, the boy knew what wounded prey was: dangerous. As he predicted, the spider recovered just as he pulled them away.
“Make for the door!” He shrieked at her. She didn’t hear him, but was already halfway down the stairs when she had the urge to stop. The pounding of his feet had ended. She looked up and screamed. He had placed himself between her and the spider.
“Come down here you ass!” She screamed, but he was already facing down the spider. He wasn’t buying her time, but he had actually hurt his foot. If he ran, it could break. It wasn’t an act of selflessness, but of selfishness. The creature lunged down, shaking the ground. He wielded the knife, slashing up to put some distance between them. The beast hooked one of the pillars with her leg, breaking it. The dust made him cough, and he instantly regretted it. The spider took advantage of that. Quicker than anything he had ever seen, she lunged, knocking his legs out and leaving him helpless on the floor.
“Mordan!” Then she heard a sound. The stair shook, then collapsed! She yelped as gravity pulled her down into the gap. She expected to land on hard floor, but instead she hit web. The fluid instantly pulled her to the mesh. Unable to move, she now knew she was trapped. She screamed once more before debris fell over her.
The spider, knowing she was alive and trapped, hesitated in killing Mordan. The spider weighed the options, then gave the equivalent of a shrug. The monster then started stalking toward the hole she had created.
“MORDAN!” She screamed, seeing the beast appear over the hole. She withered, but couldn’t break free!
Mordan weighed his options. He looked at the knife, then the spider, then the knife again. He looked at her and started limping away.
“MORDAN! Please!” She screamed. The spider dropped onto the web.
Mordan wasn’t listening. Hardening his heart, he left the house just as her screams were put out with a sickening squelch.
The sun rose, casting the peaceful village into a maroon glow.
Mordon sat on the front porch of his cottage, pondering. The boy had slowly slipped into the village right before he was missed. No one had noticed yet that Jacylin was missing. Mordan had first felt nothing, only throbbing pain inside him from struggling in the web. It had been some hours before he slowly started to place what had happened. It dawned upon him a simple truth: he had left her to die. It was the ultimate act of selfishness. He had sacrificed her for him. The realization had sent him crying, but not in the view of anyone else. He just prayed no one noticed anything.
“Aye, you’re thinking of old Carmel,” A villager had relied upon probing, “She was a wee old spider when she stumbled into a witch’s room. The witch apparently decided to keep her and then did a few tests on her. The last thing she expected happened: she grew. She grew large enough to kill her and went on destroying the countryside. The beast was an unstoppable force, and the leaders were worried about having to move people away. Then the strangest thing happened: she just left. Gone overnight, into who knows where? It is just a legend, nothing more. You have nothing to fear.” The man then picked up his water buckets and left.
Except for now, the boy reminisced. The memory of what he had done was now going to haunt him. He had left her to Carmel, and she would never be getting up again. The very thought sent him into hysterics. All he had done was be selfish. He wished now that he could’ve turned back time to change his actions. He started crying as he heard a woman start calling Jacylin’s name.
Overlooking the village stood two spiders. Carmel looked down, sizing up the threat that they posed. She remembered the pain they caused, and what she could do in revenge. She recalled the witch, the one that gave her powers. The female despised her, so she killed her. Carmel knew she was a tasty morsel. Now that the boy was terrified, she knew no one else would rise to stop them. For now, sitting next to her, was a small female spider. Near where her heart was lie a small puncture wound.