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Post by superkamiguy1 on May 11, 2024 0:52:02 GMT
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Post by Valhalla Erikson on May 11, 2024 2:34:15 GMT
Jade West
Age: 12
Every night, you sit there in the comfort and safety of your home, but you have no idea of what is going on outside in the darkness. Not far from your home, there is a dark and lonely place. You may not know about it, but it’s there. All over the country, in small towns and cities, there are so many of these dark and lonely places.
(Just keep thinking about the lyrics from your favorite metal group The Weird Sisters and everything will be fine. And ignore the strong possibility they could be witches) I keep telling myself while walking down a long stretch of road. Even during the day, you'd have this weird vibe about it. It was just a shady place lined with old, gnarled trees and vacant lots where nothing had been built and nothing was ever going to be built. And there's that creep feeling like you're being watched by some unseen predator.
There were no houses nearby. No streetlights. It was pitch black. As black as black could be. Dark as the deepest night. The tall trees blocked out the moon and the stars, casting their long shadows across the road.
Whenever you had to go that way, you walked slower and slower. It was like stepping into a dark tunnel. Behind you were the lights of the houses, the sound of cars, and people walking along the sidewalk. Ahead of you, there was just a long, lonely stretch of darkness in which anything could be lurking, anything at all.
The moment I stepped foot here that sense of dread just kept building and building. I want to put my headphones on and listen to some Weird Sisters but I want to be fully aware of my surroundings. So I think of my favorite fantasy novel Phoenix Reborn and thought to myself 'What would Robin do?'
As I walked along that dark stretch of road, I would keep my eyes fixed on the trees, half-expecting to see something or someone lurking there in the darkness.
Out of the corner of my eye, I would catch glimpses of misshapen figures crouching there in the pitch black, waiting for the moment when they would burst forth and pounce on me. Then, in that silent and isolated area, they would begin tearing me and rending me and doing unspeakable things to me and nobody would ever see me again.
I’m not sure what I expected to see lurking in that lonely place at night. My imagination always got the better of me. In my mind, it was a hideous creature, somewhere between animal and man. It had long, spindly limbs and huge, sharp claws. It had wet, slimy skin and eyes that burned like fire. I imagined it hiding in the branches of those old trees, dropping down without a sound and stalking the unwary boys and girls who passed along the dark and lonely road at night.
One night, it almost got me. I was walking down the lonely road and all of a sudden there wasn't any light up ahead. That’s when I knew it was coming. I could just feel it waiting there in the darkness. I started running, desperate to get away, but I could feel it behind me. It was gaining on me. I could feel its breath on the back of my neck. I ran. I ran as fast as I could. I ran until I thought my heart would burst.
It was so close I could hear a low primal snarl that is more audible behind me.
"DROP!"
I did as the familiar voice mentioned, I was running so fast that my hands scrapped at the gravel of the road but I was too hopped on adrenaline to care. I covered my ears to lessen the volume of an RPG shooting past me. Followed by an explosion, and me covered in some kind of warm icky substance. The smell was...undescribable. I could feel the bile rising but I fought the urge to throw up.
"BOOO YA! GOT HIM" I hear my older sister cheer
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Post by superkamiguy1 on May 11, 2024 3:15:20 GMT
Jade West
Age: 12 Every night, you sit there in the comfort and safety of your home, but you have no idea of what is going on outside in the darkness. Not far from your home, there is a dark and lonely place. You may not know about it, but it’s there. All over the country, in small towns and cities, there are so many of these dark and lonely places. (Just keep thinking about the lyrics from your favorite metal group The Weird Sisters and everything will be fine. And ignore the strong possibility they could be witches) I keep telling myself while walking down a long stretch of road. Even during the day, you'd have this weird vibe about it. It was just a shady place lined with old, gnarled trees and vacant lots where nothing had been built and nothing was ever going to be built. And there's that creep feeling like you're being watched by some unseen predator. There were no houses nearby. No streetlights. It was pitch black. As black as black could be. Dark as the deepest night. The tall trees blocked out the moon and the stars, casting their long shadows across the road. Whenever you had to go that way, you walked slower and slower. It was like stepping into a dark tunnel. Behind you were the lights of the houses, the sound of cars, and people walking along the sidewalk. Ahead of you, there was just a long, lonely stretch of darkness in which anything could be lurking, anything at all. The moment I stepped foot here that sense of dread just kept building and building. I want to put my headphones on and listen to some Weird Sisters but I want to be fully aware of my surroundings. So I think of my favorite fantasy novel Phoenix Reborn and thought to myself 'What would Robin do?'
As I walked along that dark stretch of road, I would keep my eyes fixed on the trees, half-expecting to see something or someone lurking there in the darkness. Out of the corner of my eye, I would catch glimpses of misshapen figures crouching there in the pitch black, waiting for the moment when they would burst forth and pounce on me. Then, in that silent and isolated area, they would begin tearing me and rending me and doing unspeakable things to me and nobody would ever see me again. I’m not sure what I expected to see lurking in that lonely place at night. My imagination always got the better of me. In my mind, it was a hideous creature, somewhere between animal and man. It had long, spindly limbs and huge, sharp claws. It had wet, slimy skin and eyes that burned like fire. I imagined it hiding in the branches of those old trees, dropping down without a sound and stalking the unwary boys and girls who passed along the dark and lonely road at night. One night, it almost got me. I was walking down the lonely road and all of a sudden there wasn't any light up ahead. That’s when I knew it was coming. I could just feel it waiting there in the darkness. I started running, desperate to get away, but I could feel it behind me. It was gaining on me. I could feel its breath on the back of my neck. I ran. I ran as fast as I could. I ran until I thought my heart would burst. It was so close I could hear a low primal snarl that is more audible behind me. "DROP!" I did as the familiar voice mentioned, I was running so fast that my hands scrapped at the gravel of the road but I was too hopped on adrenaline to care. I covered my ears to lessen the volume of an RPG shooting past me. Followed by an explosion, and me covered in some kind of warm icky substance. The smell was...indescribable. I could feel the bile rising but I fought the urge to throw up. "BOOO YA! GOT HIM" I hear my older sister cheer Oh The Weird Sisters band are most definitely witches!  A fantastic way to open up the series! Something about it honestly reminded me of Silent Hill...maybe the PT Trailer? Although I guess Alone In The Dark would be more appropriate.  ANYWAY! Nice touch with The Doctor Who Shout-Out! The Weeping Angel Episode right? And of course, blowing up the monster with an RPG, Resident Evil Style, is just a fantastic way to cap off the scene! Badass opening for the story man!  |
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Post by Valhalla Erikson on Jun 11, 2024 7:25:49 GMT
Jade West
Age: 12 Every night, you sit there in the comfort and safety of your home, but you have no idea of what is going on outside in the darkness. Not far from your home, there is a dark and lonely place. You may not know about it, but it’s there. All over the country, in small towns and cities, there are so many of these dark and lonely places. (Just keep thinking about the lyrics from your favorite metal group The Weird Sisters and everything will be fine. And ignore the strong possibility they could be witches) I keep telling myself while walking down a long stretch of road. Even during the day, you'd have this weird vibe about it. It was just a shady place lined with old, gnarled trees and vacant lots where nothing had been built and nothing was ever going to be built. And there's that creep feeling like you're being watched by some unseen predator. There were no houses nearby. No streetlights. It was pitch black. As black as black could be. Dark as the deepest night. The tall trees blocked out the moon and the stars, casting their long shadows across the road. Whenever you had to go that way, you walked slower and slower. It was like stepping into a dark tunnel. Behind you were the lights of the houses, the sound of cars, and people walking along the sidewalk. Ahead of you, there was just a long, lonely stretch of darkness in which anything could be lurking, anything at all. The moment I stepped foot here that sense of dread just kept building and building. I want to put my headphones on and listen to some Weird Sisters but I want to be fully aware of my surroundings. So I think of my favorite fantasy novel Phoenix Reborn and thought to myself 'What would Robin do?'
As I walked along that dark stretch of road, I would keep my eyes fixed on the trees, half-expecting to see something or someone lurking there in the darkness. Out of the corner of my eye, I would catch glimpses of misshapen figures crouching there in the pitch black, waiting for the moment when they would burst forth and pounce on me. Then, in that silent and isolated area, they would begin tearing me and rending me and doing unspeakable things to me and nobody would ever see me again. I’m not sure what I expected to see lurking in that lonely place at night. My imagination always got the better of me. In my mind, it was a hideous creature, somewhere between animal and man. It had long, spindly limbs and huge, sharp claws. It had wet, slimy skin and eyes that burned like fire. I imagined it hiding in the branches of those old trees, dropping down without a sound and stalking the unwary boys and girls who passed along the dark and lonely road at night. One night, it almost got me. I was walking down the lonely road and all of a sudden there wasn't any light up ahead. That’s when I knew it was coming. I could just feel it waiting there in the darkness. I started running, desperate to get away, but I could feel it behind me. It was gaining on me. I could feel its breath on the back of my neck. I ran. I ran as fast as I could. I ran until I thought my heart would burst. It was so close I could hear a low primal snarl that is more audible behind me. "DROP!" I did as the familiar voice mentioned, I was running so fast that my hands scrapped at the gravel of the road, but I was too hopped on adrenaline to care. I covered my ears to lessen the volume of an RPG shooting past me. Followed by an explosion, and me covered in some kind of warm icky substance. The smell was...undescribable. I could feel the bile rising but I fought the urge to throw up. "BOOO YA! GOT HIM" I hear my older sister cheer I felt two hands helping me up to my feet. When I looked up, I recognized my mother before me. She and my sister Jasmine were wearing matching black suits and ties. You’d be forgiven if you thought they looked like they just stepped out of a spy movie, but honestly, they resembled more like those criminals from "Reservoir Dogs." “Are you okay, baby?” Mom asked, concern etched in her face as she eyed me up and down, checking for any signs of injury. I fought the urge to groan in embarrassment. Her protective instincts were as fierce as ever, and her nicknames, unfortunately, stuck. I glared at Jasmine, who was snickering behind Mom. “Given the fact I almost became monster food, I believe that earns me a spot at the grown-ups’ table.” “But you look so cute at the kiddie table,” Jasmine teased, pinching my cheek. I swatted her hand away, my irritation simmering. “Girls, girls, this is a good day. Let’s not ruin it,” Mom interjected, her voice calm but firm. “And Jade, once the check from this job clears, you get a little extra.” That made me smile a little. Extra meant more ammo for my crossbow, or maybe even that new set of daggers I'd been eyeing. The creature we had just taken down lay in a heap; its parts twisted form slowly dissolving into a puddle of black goo. Typical Tuesday for us. “Remember when you tripped over your own feet trying to dodge one of these things?” Jasmine asked, smirking. “Remember when you screamed because you saw a rat?” I shot back, enjoying the way her smirk faltered. Mom gave us both a look that could melt steel. “Enough, both of you." she glanced at me then continued. “You did good today,” Mom said quietly as we exited the building. “I’m proud of you.” Her words warmed me more than I cared to admit. Being a part of this family of monster hunters was more than just a job; it was a legacy, a duty passed down from one generation to the next. And every hunt, every close call, brought us closer together. We huddled together next to the puddle of what was once the monster we took down and Jasmine held her phone up to do a family selfie before sending it to the agency as proof of a job well done. As we reached our car, I glanced back at the creature we defeated. Another job done, another monster down. We weren’t heroes, not in the traditional sense, but we made the world a little safer, one nightmare at a time. And as much as Jasmine’s teasing grated on my nerves, and Mom’s overprotectiveness sometimes made me cringe, I wouldn’t trade this life for anything. We were a team, a family, and together, there was nothing we couldn’t face. “Next time, though,” I said, sliding into the car, “I get to drive.” Jasmine rolled her eyes, but Mom just smiled. “We’ll see, Jade. We’ll see.” For now, that was enough.
Author's Note: The Mom in one intro already is leaps and bounds a better parent than John Winchester ever was. Her name in this is Jackie West. As in Jackie Lee? Yup! Sometime after the No One films and a couple of other movies in Japan she tried her luck doing movies in the United Republic over in Starville(The Serenity Verse's Hollywood). She had a few hit movies but eventually decided to do some tv roles. Wayward Sisters is her debut series. |
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Post by superkamiguy1 on Jun 12, 2024 1:15:17 GMT
Jade West
Age: 12 Every night, you sit there in the comfort and safety of your home, but you have no idea of what is going on outside in the darkness. Not far from your home, there is a dark and lonely place. You may not know about it, but it’s there. All over the country, in small towns and cities, there are so many of these dark and lonely places. (Just keep thinking about the lyrics from your favorite metal group The Weird Sisters and everything will be fine. And ignore the strong possibility they could be witches) I keep telling myself while walking down a long stretch of road. Even during the day, you'd have this weird vibe about it. It was just a shady place lined with old, gnarled trees and vacant lots where nothing had been built and nothing was ever going to be built. And there's that creep feeling like you're being watched by some unseen predator. There were no houses nearby. No streetlights. It was pitch black. As black as black could be. Dark as the deepest night. The tall trees blocked out the moon and the stars, casting their long shadows across the road. Whenever you had to go that way, you walked slower and slower. It was like stepping into a dark tunnel. Behind you were the lights of the houses, the sound of cars, and people walking along the sidewalk. Ahead of you, there was just a long, lonely stretch of darkness in which anything could be lurking, anything at all. The moment I stepped foot here that sense of dread just kept building and building. I want to put my headphones on and listen to some Weird Sisters but I want to be fully aware of my surroundings. So I think of my favorite fantasy novel Phoenix Reborn and thought to myself 'What would Robin do?'
As I walked along that dark stretch of road, I would keep my eyes fixed on the trees, half-expecting to see something or someone lurking there in the darkness. Out of the corner of my eye, I would catch glimpses of misshapen figures crouching there in the pitch black, waiting for the moment when they would burst forth and pounce on me. Then, in that silent and isolated area, they would begin tearing me and rending me and doing unspeakable things to me and nobody would ever see me again. I’m not sure what I expected to see lurking in that lonely place at night. My imagination always got the better of me. In my mind, it was a hideous creature, somewhere between animal and man. It had long, spindly limbs and huge, sharp claws. It had wet, slimy skin and eyes that burned like fire. I imagined it hiding in the branches of those old trees, dropping down without a sound and stalking the unwary boys and girls who passed along the dark and lonely road at night. One night, it almost got me. I was walking down the lonely road and all of a sudden there wasn't any light up ahead. That’s when I knew it was coming. I could just feel it waiting there in the darkness. I started running, desperate to get away, but I could feel it behind me. It was gaining on me. I could feel its breath on the back of my neck. I ran. I ran as fast as I could. I ran until I thought my heart would burst. It was so close I could hear a low primal snarl that is more audible behind me. "DROP!" I did as the familiar voice mentioned, I was running so fast that my hands scrapped at the gravel of the road, but I was too hopped on adrenaline to care. I covered my ears to lessen the volume of an RPG shooting past me. Followed by an explosion, and me covered in some kind of warm icky substance. The smell was...undescribable. I could feel the bile rising but I fought the urge to throw up. "BOOO YA! GOT HIM" I hear my older sister cheer I felt two hands helping me up to my feet. When I looked up, I recognized my mother before me. She and my sister Jasmine were wearing matching black suits and ties. You’d be forgiven if you thought they looked like they just stepped out of a spy movie, but honestly, they resembled more like those criminals from "Reservoir Dogs." “Are you okay, baby?” Mom asked, concern etched in her face as she eyed me up and down, checking for any signs of injury. I fought the urge to groan in embarrassment. Her protective instincts were as fierce as ever, and her nicknames, unfortunately, stuck. I glared at Jasmine, who was snickering behind Mom. “Given the fact I almost became monster food, I believe that earns me a spot at the grown-ups’ table.” “But you look so cute at the kiddie table,” Jasmine teased, pinching my cheek. I swatted her hand away, my irritation simmering. “Girls, girls, this is a good day. Let’s not ruin it,” Mom interjected, her voice calm but firm. “And Jade, once the check from this job clears, you get a little extra.” That made me smile a little. Extra meant more ammo for my crossbow, or maybe even that new set of daggers I'd been eyeing. The creature we had just taken down lay in a heap; its parts twisted form slowly dissolving into a puddle of black goo. Typical Tuesday for us. “Remember when you tripped over your own feet trying to dodge one of these things?” Jasmine asked, smirking. “Remember when you screamed because you saw a rat?” I shot back, enjoying the way her smirk faltered. Mom gave us both a look that could melt steel. “Enough, both of you." she glanced at me then continued. “You did good today,” Mom said quietly as we exited the building. “I’m proud of you.” Her words warmed me more than I cared to admit. Being a part of this family of monster hunters was more than just a job; it was a legacy, a duty passed down from one generation to the next. And every hunt, every close call, brought us closer together. We huddled together next to the puddle of what was once the monster we took down and Jasmine held her phone up to do a family selfie before sending it to the agency as proof of a job well done. As we reached our car, I glanced back at the creature we defeated. Another job done, another monster down. We weren’t heroes, not in the traditional sense, but we made the world a little safer, one nightmare at a time. And as much as Jasmine’s teasing grated on my nerves, and Mom’s overprotectiveness sometimes made me cringe, I wouldn’t trade this life for anything. We were a team, a family, and together, there was nothing we couldn’t face. “Next time, though,” I said, sliding into the car, “I get to drive.” Jasmine rolled her eyes, but Mom just smiled. “We’ll see, Jade. We’ll see.” For now, that was enough.
Author's Note: The Mom in one intro already is leaps and bounds a better parent than John Winchester ever was. Her name in this is Jackie West. As in Jackie Lee? Yup! Sometime after the No One films and a couple of other movies in Japan she tried her luck doing movies in the United Republic over in Starville(The Serenity Verse's Hollywood). She had a few hit movies but eventually decided to do some tv roles. Wayward Sisters is her debut series. Awesomeness! Jackie Lee cannot be stopped! And The West Family are adorable together! Their mom is amazing and the sisters relationship is really sweet and humorous. I can tell that this story, naturally, is going to go do some dark places later but for now, as an opening, it's fantastic! |
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