RATED 17 FOR: Language, violence, innuendo, and brief smoking.

The trees whispered their silent secrets in a light breeze, as she walked through the darkening woods, all she saw under her cruel grasp as ruler.

Many years she had owned the land with an iron fist, and she made sure all knew who their loyalty was bound to. 

She smiled: vegenance was sweet.

 

 

1. 

The street was crowded, people rushing to and through everywhere, traffic noise all but deadning.

He walked alone, ipod headphones screwed into his ears, heavy rock music pounding into his eardrums, his black polished fingers snapping in tune.

He walked fast, ready to get home after a long day at classes, notebooks scribbled over with poems and drawings of roses and daggers tucked under one slender arm, his movement quick and precise, a runner's stance. 

He waited for the traffic to surge, allowing the crosswalk to be open, running across the road at an easy pace, earning a loud honk and middle finger from a truck blowing the light.

The street was quiet, mostly just older people with cats or a dog instead of children: the neighborhood didn't tolerate noise or bicycles circling at all hours.

He reached the small artists loft he shared with three others, breathing a deep sigh as he unlocked the door.

" Cazz?" 

Suki Takeswa, she of the nude sculptures and demon paintings, poked her head out from under a large cloth. 

" Hey Suk. New work?" 

She grinned, wiping hands smeared with red paint on her smock, ducking out from under the raised ladder and sheet set up. 

" yeah, real good one too. Should be good for the show." 

She winked. " Good day?"

" Hell no: it was a nightmare. "

" As usual."

" Damn straight." 

She laughed, thin lines crinkling at the corners of her hazel eyes. Proud of her Japanese hertiage, Suki also loved her hazel~grey eyes, her best feature, she claimed. 

" You gonna work some?"

" Yeah: get the face done. They want the poster by Monday. "

As it was Friday, Cazz saw a busy, boring weekend in store. 

" Good luck."

" Thanks. You too, Suk."

" Later. 

Edited February 1, 201411 yr by TheTimidLight

2. 

The rooms were a mess of clothes, manga's, models, and paper, large film posters tacked to the walls. 

He sighed, yanking his shirt off in the heat of the room, his body adorned with angel wings and a red rose. 

He sat at his desk, and tried to truly concentrate on the starter sketch of the poster, but the set up was all wrong: Dreamworks had no vision. 

Bad sequels were one thing, bad movie poster set ups another altogether.

It was no use: Pitch's nose being erased for the 4th time was the last straw. 

He stood, walking quickly to the bedroom, throwing himself facedown on the bed with a groan.

He slept uneasily, and did not dream. 

3.

" What are we going to do? "

" Did anyone ever tell you you're an annoying twit, Zackary?"

Zackary fell silent, blinking behind his mask of red cloth.

Hern watched through the mirror's incasendant surface, the Queen, Her Majesty Renazabelle unaware she was being watched. 

" She's headed to the Silver Forest... "

" What is she up to?"

" If I knew THAT, I wouldn't need a damn magic mirror, now would I?" 

" I was just saying.."

" Quite." Hern said curtly. 

" What are you up to..."

 

 

 

 

She walked through the trees, singing softly to herself, eyes closed as her magic flowed through her veins: she saw.... and she knew.

He would know soon: it was inevitable. 

He had to be destroyed. 

4.

" GET LOST, ASSHOLE! "

" FINE!! GOOD, GREAT!! THIS IS GREAT, SUKI!"

BAM!

Cazz opened his eyes, looking at the clock: 3:15 a.m.

" Oh my goooood...." He groaned, hiding his face under a pillow.

" Ungh.." He sat up, wide awake.

Clad in only sleep shorts, he walked to his desk, switching on the desklamp. 

It cast strange shadows across the room, ones that almost seemed to move, but stilled when you tried to get a good look at them. 

Wiping sleep from his eyes, Cazz started in on Toothiana's eye.

 

 

 

" Eat it, Suki: I ain't paying."

" Damn it, Jack: get OUT! Keep the payment, just get OUUUT!"

" Give me my stuff!"

" GET OUT!!!"

 

Cazz shook his head, sketching out Jack Frost's hairline, the lettering complete after two hours.

" Real winner, Suk... nice."

Wow

Wow

wow what? 

Nice story

Nice story

Thanks: I started reading this book called Tithe by Holly Black, laid down for a nap, and bam: this. Outta nowhere. 

Nice inspiration

I need some of that it has a nice story and good characters

Nice inspirationI need some of that it has a nice story and good characters

Thanks.

As for inspiration: It'll come. 

Mine's always random. 

Edited February 1, 201411 yr by TheTimidLight

Coolz you keep it up budy

5. 

The morning passed without real incident: he finished the four main figures, and began work on the backgrounds layout.

Scratching his cheek, he groaned at the sand paper scrape of stubble, only a hour left before he had to leave for his single weekend class with Moriarty.

As he stood at the sink, scraping away the fine blonde hairs with the razor, he gasped in pain: electric or not, it had sliced his cheek.

He stood there dumbly, watching the blood run down his pale skin, before blotting it away with a towel.

 

 

"... MR. April, if you PLEASE." 

Cazz jerked back in his seat, aware the whole of the writing class was watching him.

" I'm...sorry...my neighbor kept me up."

" Ahh...best consider a new one then, eh?" 

Moriarty was always an asshole.

 

 

As he walked, his ipod blaring ACDC, a bitter cold wind blew through the streets, making him shiver in his too light coat.

He gasped at the cool touch of a snowflake, which crumbled away to nothing when he touched it. 

It was only later, when he removed the band aid on his jawline, that he saw the shaving scar was gone, only smooth skin left behind, like a faerie kiss. 

Coolz you keep it up budy

I will. 

6.

That night, he dreamed of a Silver woods, were the trees whispered with high voices in the winds, and the very grass seemed alive.

He wore a flowing robe, blood crimson, and his hair went half way down his back.

Why he was there, he didn't know. only that he was supposed to go on.

The trees whispered around him as he walked, silver boots leaving no footprints in the sand behind: assassins walked like a feather.

Wait...assassin?

Yes: assassin, the underground rulers of the realm, despite what the Queen chose to believe.

They decided who lived or died, and it was their grasp the kingdom was held in.

 

 

Cazz sat up, panting, coated in a sticky sheen of sweat: the dream was lost. 

He looked at the clock: 3:15 am.

Getting up to shower, the dream faded, leaving only an image of a man with long silver hair and a red cloak to fester in his mind. 

7.

He walked through the throng of students and teachers, their harmony discorded from his: what was wrong with him?

Time seemed to run weird for him, as he walked home, traffic appearing to run at snail's pace.

His ipod kept deepning untill it sounded more like demons than Fountains of Wayne, so he switched it off, thrusting it irritatedly into his bag amid crumpled sketches and pencils.

The loft was quiet when he got there, Suki's room silent, Roiden's dark.

Was no one home?

He walked up the splintered stairs, breathing heavy from the dank, thick air, unlocking his door with a sigh.

Inside.....

Inside was a different place: a wooded circle of tree's, light's glimmering in the distance. 

He blinked: there was nothing more than his usual apartment.

He needed more sleep. 

8.

The poster was nearly done: just a few more letters to fill in, and presto: an advanced promotional poster by Cazwell April. 

He sighed, stretching his hands over his head, looking out the window at the dark night, the moon full in a cloudless sky. 

He needed a break: his hands ached from gripping the pencil for the long hours.

Cazz flopped onto the couch, and switched on his tv, flipping through channels. 

He stopped on the local movie station, which was having a fantasy marathon. 

" Next: their green, their mean, and their coming for you. Charles Band's Troll."

" Trolls, huh...."

He rolled his eyes, as the credits began. " Whatever."

9.

" His strength is growing..."

" My PATIENCE is WANING!" 

Hern watched Cazz slowly fall asleep, reflected in the mirror's surface like a phantom in the flickering half light of the television's glow.

" What about..."

" Be quiet, before I stuff a Hoglesswatch with you!" 

Zackary fell silent, watching with eyes as dark as midnight, eeriely reflecting the mirror's glow dully.

" Yes...soon....."

Hern muttered, watching. 

10.

Another forest, deep in silence, snow falling softly through twilight beams breaking through the branches like escaped moonbeams, a solitary figure walking, a blue hood over their head, barefoot and dirty, skin a pale green.

This figure walked the old footpath used by the Black Knights years ago during the Crimson War eon's ago, still bearing hoofprints and bootprints even all these years later, the earth never fully healed from the hurt inflicted upon it by man's trival fights.

The figure sighed, and began singing in a soft voice, the words echoing like a ghost's in the deep silence:

" At the beginning, times change,

never dreaming this was the outcome,

after the wars are said and done,

shall evil prevail, 

or good win it all?"

The figure walked on, a crystal tear running down its cheek, a deep, deep pink in the twilight beams slanting through the trees above. 

A bird twittered: there was no one on the path. 

TEMPORARY POSTPONING:

I have major writers block atm.