by benni369 » Thu May 12, 2016 9:23 am
Hello again Ironhide community! It is I, Benni! Remember me?... You do, but only that I was an immature brat who was really annoying?...
Oh...
But on a more serious note, no, I still am not interested in kingdom rush, what I am REALLY here for is... well... I need your help. For what, exactly? Well, with writing.
I'm trying to become a better writer because I really enjoy making stories, but if you read any of my old stuff you know I am TERRIBLE at writing, so I need all of your help with... Everything, really. grammar/spelling mistakes, world building, natural dialogue, character development, etc. Why you guys and not some free lessons that i can probably find on the internet? Well I have two reasons for that...
One, I really miss the forums and I want to catch up with everything that was going on.
Two, I feel... safe here, it makes me feel like I know everyone that is reading my stuff I post.
Oh, and three, a pre-written lesson can't review your work.
One more thing, the reason this prologue-y thingy is so short is because I wrote all of this 1 in the morning oh god please help me I need your opinion on the narrator. I'm trying to make him feel like he's talking to you personally from a perspective of somebody who is right there when the events are unfolding and he's explaining to you what's happening. (post-edit Benni here. I'm Thinking of getting rid of the narrator being present tense explaining to you past tense and go full on past tense.)
So, with that out of the way, the story starts... Now! (post-edit note. If anyone is uncomfortable with the swearing, I could either censor it or remove it for some made up language if you want.)
PROLOGUE
Pain.
More pain.
Even more...
This is getting old.
It was already old.
“You're useless.” There he goes again... “I never wanted you.” He kicked him in the gut again before he could get up. “No wonder Charlotte killed herself, she probably couldn't stand you!” Who is that person anyways?
“Now get your FUCKING SHOVEL AND GET BACK TO THE FUCKING GARDEN!” Oh right, his father.
The kid was finally able to pick himself up. Maybe the lack of getting kicked in the stomach helped.
He picked up the rake resting on the wall... Wait, wrong tool. He picked up the shovel on the ground, not the rake. There, did I get it right? I think I did...
Anyway, What's his name?
He walked to the garden.
I think his name started with an R...
Why did he need a shovel? Beats me.
Was his name Rudolph? Ramsay? Rotwal? Re- And he threw the shovel off the ledge! Come on! Does this kid have a death wish? He saw with his own eyes how brutal his father could be to him if he messes up! Godsdamnit uh... Ravel? Ramsay? Wait, I already said Ramsay, didn't I? Hold on, I think I got it... Oh yeah...
REM
Chapter 1
His legs were getting tired, but that didn't matter. He just had to keep running. He saw the flashes of red and black behind him, and then he looked forward just in time before he ran off the edge of the floating island; it's quite easy to forget about your surroundings when you're being chased by spirits, and as a matter of fact, these particular spirits were Hunters, the fastest and most deadly of them all. Rem just called them lizards; he remembered his mother calling those tiny snake-like things with legs lizards too, so he gave Hunters that name, since they looked a lot like them, just bigger and more deadly.
Three of them came out of the thick shrubbery and fully revealed themselves. They looked nearly identical, like all of the Hunters on this horrible island. Black, smooth skin with red spiral patterns; two legs with webbed, three-toed feet; arms that were long enough for the clawed hands to take a nice swing at you; and a powerful tail. And to finish it all off they had a mouth that when fully stretched could bite an entire human's face off with its razor sharp teeth.
It was extraordinary that Rem had been able to attract three of them at the same time, since it was not in their nature to hunt in packs; they usually just made a beeline for their target no matter who else was there, Hunter or not. Besides, only the not-so-killer-Hunters hunted in packs. Not the killer ones he was facing. Most would call them light and dark Hunters. Rem called them not-so-killer-Hunters, who only killed humans when absolutely necessary. The other kind he called killer Hunters, which he swears only kill for fun. Sadly, Rem was exiled to an island only filled with killer spirits, which include --- if you couldn't tell --- killer Hunters.
They all rushed towards him at the same time. Rem dodged out of the way just before he got pushed over the ledge in the wake of the Hunters' everpresent beserk mode. In turn he grabbed one by the arm, flinging it off the island and into the abyss. The other two were unfazed by the fact that he just killed one of their kind, and continued attacking him unremittingly. It was quite easy to dodge the creatures, seeing that they had no recognition whatsoever for their surroundings when attacking you. And with two different opponents stumbling upon each other while trying to get to him at the same angle, Rem didn't have too much to worry about.
That is, until one of them luckily struck his left arm, leaving a blood-oozing wound that was worryingly large.
It hurt. Excruciatingly. Rem screamed.
That was probably one of the only sounds he could make after his father cut his tongue out, that very same same father who had exiled him to this Godforsaken island, curse him! The one who was to blame for all this torment ...
Filled with a sudden burst of self-avenging rage, Rem grabbed one of his crudely crafted wooden spears and pinned one of the Hunters to the ground through its neck before turning around to the horrible sight of the other spirit's mouth wide open in a horizontal fashion, attempting to swallow Rem's head whole. He was able to make his arm a substitute for the beast, giving him enough time to use his stone machete to cut its head off. However, both of the predators were still alive.
Like most people know, when spirits are in battle, they completely ignore physical damage. The only way to actually kill them in combat is to mutilate their body until it becomes unrecognizable as a creature.
While the one with its head cut off ran around like a chicken with ... well, you know; Rem ran to the other Hunter that was still stuck to the ground and brutally bludgeoned its left leg until it wasn't connected to the body anymore. Before Rem was able to move on to the next leg, the other Hunter providentially bumped into him, realizing that it had found its target. The spirit immediately started swiping at Rem, hitting his back forcefully with most of the attacks. Rem, taken by surprise at the sudden attacks, pushed backwards heavily into the spirit, running them both into a tree, trapping the Hunter between him and the bark. Before things got any more dicey, Rem leaped forwards off the beast, and then swiftly took the opportunity to disembody its right arm before stepping away from it again to finish what he had started with the other Hunter.
While Rem was stuck with the other spirit, the Hunter he had left to itself was able to tear half of its neck off to get free of the spear, leaving only a few strands of flesh connecting its head to its body. But with its left leg gone, it had to drag itself towards the prey.
Rem walked up to it, picked it up by the head, and lopped its head off, before forcefully dragging his machete through the lower part of the spirit's torso, completely cutting it off and finally killing the beast.
Rem cautiously eyed the other Hunter which was swinging its arm around wildly, trying to find something to eviscerate. Rem walked up to it slowly, making sure he kept his distance from the blind monster. Then, he suddenly grabbed its left shoulder, turning it quickly around to try and grasp the Hunter's arm so that he could chop it off with his axe.
Rem's favorite part about being out here was when there was a single, helpless spirit that he could toy around with for a while. He took his machete, put it between the beast's legs, and viciously pulled it all the way through its body, splitting it in half messily.
That was what he planned to do to his father when he found him.
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benni369 on Sat May 21, 2016 12:19 am, edited 3 times in total.
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