Post by Blitz on Sept 15, 2009 10:46:24 GMT -5
Before you read, please note that this is a PREQUEL.
If it seems a tad jumpy, it's because this is 3 parts cobined into a single document.
WARNING: THIS STORY CONTAIN VIOLENCE AND SOME SUGGESTIVE CONTENT
If you are for some reason offended by the content, let me know, and I will take this down.
The birds chirped happily in the trees on a bright sunny day. There wasn't a cloud in the blue sky in the beautiful neighborhood. Most of the houses were big, at least two stories and all of the yards were neatly kept. The sun gleamed in through the bedroom window of a three story white house, shining down on the bed of a young girl. She was a dalmatian, about sixteen years old. at first she only twitched her eyelids in the shining light, but within a few moments, she yawn and threw back her covers, sitting on her bed side. She yawned with a stretch as she stood up and scratched at her medium length black hair, the left bang covering her eye. She stumbled her way into a bathroom conjoined with her room, and shed her pajamas and turned on the hot water in the shower. She waited a moment before feeling the water with her black paws. It was warm and soothing to the touch, and she dropped her panties to the ground and stepped out of them into the shower. She lifted her face up into the water, letting it rush down her, warming her stiff tired muscles. her hair fell behind her revealing her black ears. Awakened by the water, she fully opened her blue eyes as she began washing herself, her black tail giving the occasional whip, tossing a bit of water on the wall. She worked her way from her head down, eventually reaching her wasit. Her right side had an odd spot that looked like a skull on it. After she finished, she hopped out and after drying, got dressed.
She opened her bed room door and exited into the upstairs hallway, peering over the railings at the two floors below her as she trekked down the stairs wearing a short white skirt and a loose fitting blue shirt. it was summer time, and got very hot it in Kera, a large town west of Verith.
Reaching the ground floor of her home, she walked through her vast living room, past the large television and the couches and through a large open doorway into the kitchen. The black and white checker tile floor matched her fur and the black marble counter in the center glistened with the morning light shining on it. Her mother was behind the counter at the stove. "Morning, Cyra." her mom called as she walked in.
"Good morning, Mom...i'm just gonna head on out." Cyra said.
"No breakfast?"
"I'm not hungry..." Cyra said opening the door and leaving.
Cyra walked along the sidewalk, a couple of cars passing by. It was a private neighborhood, so the traffic wasn't normally heavy. About a mile down the road, she passed by a man on a bench. He was a grey wolf, though wearing a black cloak that covered all but the end of his muzzle. She didn't pay him any mind though, but just continued on.
"Cyra..." the man called.
"Huh? Who are you?" Cyra said a bit freaked out as she turned around.
"That's not important...I've been watching you for a long time now, cyra. I've seen you run track at your school, and you're very agile..."
"Yeah, so?"
"I think you're just what I need...we've already got the muscle, so..."
"Ok, umm...I'm gonna...go now..." Cyra said taking a few ackwards steps, slowly before turning around and running away. She ran a good distance, and looked over her shoulder at the bench, but the man was nowhere in sight. She stopped and stared in awe at the spot he had just been sitting, interrupted by a female voice. "HEY!" it called, a young girl about her age running towards her. She too was a dalmatian, albeit with only a single spot - a patch over her right eye.
"Hey Lily....' cyra said a bit nervously.
"What's the matter?"
"Well there was this.....it's nothing. Lets go!"
Cyra and Lily had friends for a very long time, and were quite close. They went out to the mall and spent the majoority of their time in one of the many clothing stores. With hundreds of outfits lined up on racks all over the store, they had anything you wanted, as long as it was clothes you were looking for. Cyra stood in front of one of the racks, going through it swiftly, Lily standing behind her, eying a pink jumpsuit on display in the distance. Cyra took a very short skirt off of the rack and pondered over for a moment before showing it to Lily. "Think it's too short?" she asked.
"Maybe a little..." Lily replied.
"Yeah...you're right...plus, I got enough guys bugging me WITHOUT showing off." Cyra said placing it back on the rack.
"You're complaining?" Lily asked.
"It's kind of annoying...I swear, if another guy asks me out within the next week, I'm gonna snap." Cyra answered as a young handsome German shepherd approached her, resting against the rack. he was wearing a sleeveless shirt, his muscles rippling as he crossed his arms. "So..." he said before Cyra abruptly interrupted him. "NO!" she yelled as she stormed out of the store angrily, Lily chasing after her.
"Hey, cyra I...think that guy kinda..ya know...works there...." Lily said.
"Oh...." Cyra said playing with her hands, "Well, he was probably just undressing me in his head anyway!"
"They aren't ALL like that, ya know?"
"You're not convincing ME..."
"Yeah....well, you ready to go?" Lily asked.
"I guess so." Cyra said with a sigh.
The two girls exited the mall into the orange light of dusk. They'd spent almost the entire day at the mall.
"Hey, Lily...could you spend the night at my place tonight? i'm kinda freaked out..." cyra asked.
"Sure thing...but about what?" Lily answered.
"Well, there was this weird guy in a cloak earlier, and he said some weird stuff, and...I'm just freaked out."
"Oh, ok....wow, that is weird. Should I stop by my place and get some clothes?"
"Nah, we're about the same size, so it's cool if you just borrow some of my clothes."
"oh, ok, cool...man, my feet are so sore! I wish I had a car....better yet...I wish I could just teleport places..." Lily said sulking as she walked on her aching, tired feet.
"Teleport? What kind of freaks can do that?!" Cyra asked as they trudged on to Cyra's house.
That night the girls came in, and found a small yellow piece of paper on the table. It was a note from Cyra's mother, "Your aunt is in the hospital and I've gone to see her. See you in two days." It read. "Oh great...we're all alone at night and there’s some freak possibly trying to kill me..." Cyra said.
"That's...not exactly comforting..." Lily replied.
"Well, the doors locked, so..." Cyra said heading up the stairs with Lily trailing behind.
A couple of hours passed and the girls were up in Cyra's room sitting on her bed talking. It was lightly raining outside, the soft tap of rain drops on the windows echoing through the near empty house.
"I'm not exactly a cook, but are you hungry?" Cyra asked.
"I thought you'd never ask!" lily said anxiously holding her stomach.
Cyra went down to the kitchen and started going through cabinets to find something to eat. She spotted a loaf of bread and decided a sandwich would as good as anything else. Placing it on the counter in front of the fridge, she turned around and started to fiddle around in the refrigerator. She opened a drawer and found some packaged slices of meat and as she shut the door, and turned around a look of shock came upon her face as the food fell out of her grip to the floor. On the other side of the counter was a cardigan corgi, his fur as black as the night itself. He was holding in his right hand a ridiculously oversized scythe, the blade curving in an arc all the way to his left shoulder. Behind him was the cloaked wolf from before, his face still masked by the shroud of darkness.
"Want me to make it quick?" the corgi asked with a twisted grin.
"Not so fast, Pendulum..." the wolf said calmly as he slowly walked around the counter to the frightened, trembling dog. "Will you help me, child?...or will I have to make you help me?" he asked.
Cyra didn't answer him, she couldn't answer; Her body refused to move and her mouth refused to speak.
"So this is how it's going to be?....I had hoped you would have cooperated, Cyra....I didn't want it to have to come to this child...." he said, Pendulum rearing his arm back as if he were holding a hammer.
"CYRA!" a voice boomed from upstairs.
"You sure are taking your time! I'm coming down now!" Lily called. Her footsteps could be heard trailing down the stairs at a fast pace.
"You're a lucky girl...." Pendulum said, lowering his weapon and walking away slowly, the wolf following him. Cyra turned towards Lily as she came into the kitchen, and then looked back to where Pendulum had been standing. They were both gone. No door was open, no sounds were heard as they left, and yet, they were surely gone from the house. Lily rushed to the side of her frightened friend, grabbing her by the shoulders.
"You look like you've just seen a ghost, Cyra! You okay?" Lily asked.
Cyra opened her mouth and began to speak, but didn't even finish a word before burying her face into her friends shoulder. "It was him again..." she said, her voice muffled by Lily's shoulder.
The next morning Cyra woke up with a yawn, and turned over to Lily asleep on the other side of her bed. She didn't want to bother her, so she got up quietly and looked out of her window. It was a bit messy from the rain, but the sun was dimly shining through the clouds. After she got dressed, Cyra opened a drawer on her nightstand, waking up Lily by rummaging through it.
“Hmm? Cyra what are you doing?” Lily asked yawning.
“I don’t feel safe without something to protect me anymore…” Cyra said pulling out a seven inch long dagger, and fastening it to her side with a belt.
“Yeah, I guess I can understand.”
“You can go home if you want to, or have anything to do. I think I’ll be alright.”
“Are you sure?”
“Yeah, I’ll be fine.”
“Okay then, I do have some things to do.” Lily replied.
About six hours later, Cyra was in her living room watching TV on the couch. She was sprawled out with her head in her palms, relaxing and trying to forget about the night before. Looking through the doorway to the kitchen, she saw the back door’s doorknob begin to shake. Immediately, her heart began to beat a little faster as she sat up a little, prepared for the worst. As the door opened, her mother came in and called her name.
“Cyra, I’m home early!” she said.
Cyra let out a sigh of relief hearing her mother’s voice. Almost the moment she got up from the couch the phone rang, and her mother answered.
“Cyra, it’s Lily.” She said handing her the phone.
“What’s up?” cyra asked.
“You’re totally gonna hate me for this…” Lily replied.
“Hate you for what?”
“I set you up on a date…”
“You WHAT?!”
“Told ya so…”
“Aw, crap, who with?”
“You’ll see, his name’s DJ, meet him in the park at 7:00!” Lily said hanging up.
“Wait!? WHERE in the park? What’s he look like?!” Cyra asked only to be answered by the repetitive beeping of the busy signal.
That night Cyra arrived at the park. It was sunset, and the park was flooded with an orange glow. It was a beautiful park that was very well kept. There were several decorative fountains, a few gazebos and brick paths that made a walkway. She walked down the brick path until she encountered a young tabby cat leaning against a light pole. He was dressed in black jeans, a black shirt and a black leather jacket, and had a crazy kind of spiked hairdo.
“For the love of God, tell me you aren’t my date…” Cyra said.
“If your name is Cyra, then I’m afraid I am. My name is Darwin Jynx…DJ for short.” The tabby replied owing slightly.
“Can I just call you dork?”
“Oh, come on now!”
“Fine, I’ll make the best of this...Where are you taking me?”
“Well, I thought we could grab a bite to eat, I have a reservation at –“
“Ok, let’s get this over with…” Cyra interrupted.
DJ took her to a restaurant on the edge of town, it was kind of fancy looking, but in actuality was quite affordable. DJ held open the door for Cyra, and as she entered, followed closing it .
“I’m going to the restroom…” Cyra said slipping away as DJ went to ask about his reservation. She went into the women’s bathroom, and began looking around. She saw a window on the far side of the wall, and unlocked it. Silently, she slipped out of the window into the woods behind the building. “Why’d she set me up with such a dork?!” Cyra said walking a bit deeper into the forest, not wanting to just go around to the front of the building. As she was walking she heard a rustling in the woods. Suddenly, she felt frightened, and grasped the dagger at her side. It was so dark she could hardly see the figure that appeared in front of her, but she recognized his gigantic scythe, and knew immediately it was the one from before.
“This time, you’re mine…” the wolf said from behind her.
Pendulum took one hard swing with his scythe and with barely a whimper Cyra fell at his feet. “I think we can continue…” Pendulum said.
Cyra was on the verge of death, but didn’t let on that she was even still breathing, taking tiny breaths and holding them for as long as she could. It was pitch dark, and they couldn’t really see her anyway.
A large purplish black mass started to from behind the wolf, and then slowly it went towards Cyra in streams, entering her body, and taking over her mind. Under the darkness, her crystal blue eyes turned a crimson blood red, and slowly she stood as if she wasn’t even harmed.
“I went through a lot to get you, Cyra…and finally, you’re mine.” The wolf laughed.
“No….” Cyra replied , her voice deep and maleficent, “You’re mine…”
“Whatever do you mean, child?” asked the wolf as Cyra pulled the blade from her side and violently rushed towards the wolf. He grabbed her wrist, and twisted it, and brought her to her knees.
“Do not resist, child…” he said as Cyra stood up and ran. She came out of the woods onto the sidewalk of a street, the street lamps illuminating the street with a soft, calming glow. Lily was walking down the sidewalk, on her way home when she came across her friend.
“Oh, hi Cyra…um…aren’t you supposed to be somewhere?” Lily asked.
Cyra slowly turned her head to look at Lily, and when she saw her, her eyes dilated and a blood lust overcame her. She grabbed her friend by the collar of her shirt and pulled her up to herself. Lily gazed into her blood red eyes, and became scared.
“Cyra…what happened?” she said, just before Cyra’s blade came across her throat. Cyra threw Lily down on the sidewalk, and walked away thinking her dead. Lily, still well alive reached up toward Cyra as she walked away, feeling of her slit throat with her other hand. She tried to call out, but no sound came from her mouth.
Meanwhile, DJ was sitting at a table in the restaurant alone, his chin in his hands. “This is just swell…” he said himself.
About half an hour later, Cyra arrived at her home. As she entered into the house via the kitchen, she saw her mother washing dishes at the sink.
“Hey, honey, you’re home a little early aren’t you?” her mother asked never turning around as Cyra slowly approached her from behind.
Cyra held her face in her hands, as she shook violently. Her mother turned around when Cyra didn’t respond, and saw her daughter quivering.
“What’s wrong, dear?” she asked getting closer.
“JUST STAY AWAY FROM ME!” Cyra screamed holding her mother down on the counter.
“What’s wrong with you?!” her mother asked gazing into her eyes, “You aren’t my daughter!”
With a growl, Cyra slammed her hand on her mother’s chest, her claws clenching her flesh. In an amazing display of strength, Cyra’s paw penetrated into her mother’s chest as she cried out in pain. Ripping her mothers beating heart out of her chest, she crushed it in her right paw, the blood spraying her clothes, as well as everything else around her, and running down her arm. Breathing heavily, Cyra looked over her shoulder at the cloaked wolf behind her.
“Oh dear…things didn’t quite go as I planed…turns out you were still alive when I performed that little….operation.” he said tilting his head. “You see, that was meant to take over your corpse…to make turn you into my mindless little slave…but since you weren’t quite did, all it did was change your way of thinking. To everyone else, your friends, your family, the Cyra they once knew is gone. You’re a blood thirsty monster. No will accept you. No one will ever love you.” He said Cyra growling in anger as she drew her blade again.
“…except for me….only I will accept you for what you are now….you’ve no choice but to follow me, child.” The wolf said with a laugh as approached Cyra and placed a hand on her shoulder. “May you serve me well…” he said, a dark shadow enveloping them as they both disappeared.
Cyra, the hooded wolf, sand Pendulum belong to me
Lily belongs to Rip
DJ belongs to Kynelongtail
If it seems a tad jumpy, it's because this is 3 parts cobined into a single document.
WARNING: THIS STORY CONTAIN VIOLENCE AND SOME SUGGESTIVE CONTENT
If you are for some reason offended by the content, let me know, and I will take this down.
The birds chirped happily in the trees on a bright sunny day. There wasn't a cloud in the blue sky in the beautiful neighborhood. Most of the houses were big, at least two stories and all of the yards were neatly kept. The sun gleamed in through the bedroom window of a three story white house, shining down on the bed of a young girl. She was a dalmatian, about sixteen years old. at first she only twitched her eyelids in the shining light, but within a few moments, she yawn and threw back her covers, sitting on her bed side. She yawned with a stretch as she stood up and scratched at her medium length black hair, the left bang covering her eye. She stumbled her way into a bathroom conjoined with her room, and shed her pajamas and turned on the hot water in the shower. She waited a moment before feeling the water with her black paws. It was warm and soothing to the touch, and she dropped her panties to the ground and stepped out of them into the shower. She lifted her face up into the water, letting it rush down her, warming her stiff tired muscles. her hair fell behind her revealing her black ears. Awakened by the water, she fully opened her blue eyes as she began washing herself, her black tail giving the occasional whip, tossing a bit of water on the wall. She worked her way from her head down, eventually reaching her wasit. Her right side had an odd spot that looked like a skull on it. After she finished, she hopped out and after drying, got dressed.
She opened her bed room door and exited into the upstairs hallway, peering over the railings at the two floors below her as she trekked down the stairs wearing a short white skirt and a loose fitting blue shirt. it was summer time, and got very hot it in Kera, a large town west of Verith.
Reaching the ground floor of her home, she walked through her vast living room, past the large television and the couches and through a large open doorway into the kitchen. The black and white checker tile floor matched her fur and the black marble counter in the center glistened with the morning light shining on it. Her mother was behind the counter at the stove. "Morning, Cyra." her mom called as she walked in.
"Good morning, Mom...i'm just gonna head on out." Cyra said.
"No breakfast?"
"I'm not hungry..." Cyra said opening the door and leaving.
Cyra walked along the sidewalk, a couple of cars passing by. It was a private neighborhood, so the traffic wasn't normally heavy. About a mile down the road, she passed by a man on a bench. He was a grey wolf, though wearing a black cloak that covered all but the end of his muzzle. She didn't pay him any mind though, but just continued on.
"Cyra..." the man called.
"Huh? Who are you?" Cyra said a bit freaked out as she turned around.
"That's not important...I've been watching you for a long time now, cyra. I've seen you run track at your school, and you're very agile..."
"Yeah, so?"
"I think you're just what I need...we've already got the muscle, so..."
"Ok, umm...I'm gonna...go now..." Cyra said taking a few ackwards steps, slowly before turning around and running away. She ran a good distance, and looked over her shoulder at the bench, but the man was nowhere in sight. She stopped and stared in awe at the spot he had just been sitting, interrupted by a female voice. "HEY!" it called, a young girl about her age running towards her. She too was a dalmatian, albeit with only a single spot - a patch over her right eye.
"Hey Lily....' cyra said a bit nervously.
"What's the matter?"
"Well there was this.....it's nothing. Lets go!"
Cyra and Lily had friends for a very long time, and were quite close. They went out to the mall and spent the majoority of their time in one of the many clothing stores. With hundreds of outfits lined up on racks all over the store, they had anything you wanted, as long as it was clothes you were looking for. Cyra stood in front of one of the racks, going through it swiftly, Lily standing behind her, eying a pink jumpsuit on display in the distance. Cyra took a very short skirt off of the rack and pondered over for a moment before showing it to Lily. "Think it's too short?" she asked.
"Maybe a little..." Lily replied.
"Yeah...you're right...plus, I got enough guys bugging me WITHOUT showing off." Cyra said placing it back on the rack.
"You're complaining?" Lily asked.
"It's kind of annoying...I swear, if another guy asks me out within the next week, I'm gonna snap." Cyra answered as a young handsome German shepherd approached her, resting against the rack. he was wearing a sleeveless shirt, his muscles rippling as he crossed his arms. "So..." he said before Cyra abruptly interrupted him. "NO!" she yelled as she stormed out of the store angrily, Lily chasing after her.
"Hey, cyra I...think that guy kinda..ya know...works there...." Lily said.
"Oh...." Cyra said playing with her hands, "Well, he was probably just undressing me in his head anyway!"
"They aren't ALL like that, ya know?"
"You're not convincing ME..."
"Yeah....well, you ready to go?" Lily asked.
"I guess so." Cyra said with a sigh.
The two girls exited the mall into the orange light of dusk. They'd spent almost the entire day at the mall.
"Hey, Lily...could you spend the night at my place tonight? i'm kinda freaked out..." cyra asked.
"Sure thing...but about what?" Lily answered.
"Well, there was this weird guy in a cloak earlier, and he said some weird stuff, and...I'm just freaked out."
"Oh, ok....wow, that is weird. Should I stop by my place and get some clothes?"
"Nah, we're about the same size, so it's cool if you just borrow some of my clothes."
"oh, ok, cool...man, my feet are so sore! I wish I had a car....better yet...I wish I could just teleport places..." Lily said sulking as she walked on her aching, tired feet.
"Teleport? What kind of freaks can do that?!" Cyra asked as they trudged on to Cyra's house.
That night the girls came in, and found a small yellow piece of paper on the table. It was a note from Cyra's mother, "Your aunt is in the hospital and I've gone to see her. See you in two days." It read. "Oh great...we're all alone at night and there’s some freak possibly trying to kill me..." Cyra said.
"That's...not exactly comforting..." Lily replied.
"Well, the doors locked, so..." Cyra said heading up the stairs with Lily trailing behind.
A couple of hours passed and the girls were up in Cyra's room sitting on her bed talking. It was lightly raining outside, the soft tap of rain drops on the windows echoing through the near empty house.
"I'm not exactly a cook, but are you hungry?" Cyra asked.
"I thought you'd never ask!" lily said anxiously holding her stomach.
Cyra went down to the kitchen and started going through cabinets to find something to eat. She spotted a loaf of bread and decided a sandwich would as good as anything else. Placing it on the counter in front of the fridge, she turned around and started to fiddle around in the refrigerator. She opened a drawer and found some packaged slices of meat and as she shut the door, and turned around a look of shock came upon her face as the food fell out of her grip to the floor. On the other side of the counter was a cardigan corgi, his fur as black as the night itself. He was holding in his right hand a ridiculously oversized scythe, the blade curving in an arc all the way to his left shoulder. Behind him was the cloaked wolf from before, his face still masked by the shroud of darkness.
"Want me to make it quick?" the corgi asked with a twisted grin.
"Not so fast, Pendulum..." the wolf said calmly as he slowly walked around the counter to the frightened, trembling dog. "Will you help me, child?...or will I have to make you help me?" he asked.
Cyra didn't answer him, she couldn't answer; Her body refused to move and her mouth refused to speak.
"So this is how it's going to be?....I had hoped you would have cooperated, Cyra....I didn't want it to have to come to this child...." he said, Pendulum rearing his arm back as if he were holding a hammer.
"CYRA!" a voice boomed from upstairs.
"You sure are taking your time! I'm coming down now!" Lily called. Her footsteps could be heard trailing down the stairs at a fast pace.
"You're a lucky girl...." Pendulum said, lowering his weapon and walking away slowly, the wolf following him. Cyra turned towards Lily as she came into the kitchen, and then looked back to where Pendulum had been standing. They were both gone. No door was open, no sounds were heard as they left, and yet, they were surely gone from the house. Lily rushed to the side of her frightened friend, grabbing her by the shoulders.
"You look like you've just seen a ghost, Cyra! You okay?" Lily asked.
Cyra opened her mouth and began to speak, but didn't even finish a word before burying her face into her friends shoulder. "It was him again..." she said, her voice muffled by Lily's shoulder.
The next morning Cyra woke up with a yawn, and turned over to Lily asleep on the other side of her bed. She didn't want to bother her, so she got up quietly and looked out of her window. It was a bit messy from the rain, but the sun was dimly shining through the clouds. After she got dressed, Cyra opened a drawer on her nightstand, waking up Lily by rummaging through it.
“Hmm? Cyra what are you doing?” Lily asked yawning.
“I don’t feel safe without something to protect me anymore…” Cyra said pulling out a seven inch long dagger, and fastening it to her side with a belt.
“Yeah, I guess I can understand.”
“You can go home if you want to, or have anything to do. I think I’ll be alright.”
“Are you sure?”
“Yeah, I’ll be fine.”
“Okay then, I do have some things to do.” Lily replied.
About six hours later, Cyra was in her living room watching TV on the couch. She was sprawled out with her head in her palms, relaxing and trying to forget about the night before. Looking through the doorway to the kitchen, she saw the back door’s doorknob begin to shake. Immediately, her heart began to beat a little faster as she sat up a little, prepared for the worst. As the door opened, her mother came in and called her name.
“Cyra, I’m home early!” she said.
Cyra let out a sigh of relief hearing her mother’s voice. Almost the moment she got up from the couch the phone rang, and her mother answered.
“Cyra, it’s Lily.” She said handing her the phone.
“What’s up?” cyra asked.
“You’re totally gonna hate me for this…” Lily replied.
“Hate you for what?”
“I set you up on a date…”
“You WHAT?!”
“Told ya so…”
“Aw, crap, who with?”
“You’ll see, his name’s DJ, meet him in the park at 7:00!” Lily said hanging up.
“Wait!? WHERE in the park? What’s he look like?!” Cyra asked only to be answered by the repetitive beeping of the busy signal.
That night Cyra arrived at the park. It was sunset, and the park was flooded with an orange glow. It was a beautiful park that was very well kept. There were several decorative fountains, a few gazebos and brick paths that made a walkway. She walked down the brick path until she encountered a young tabby cat leaning against a light pole. He was dressed in black jeans, a black shirt and a black leather jacket, and had a crazy kind of spiked hairdo.
“For the love of God, tell me you aren’t my date…” Cyra said.
“If your name is Cyra, then I’m afraid I am. My name is Darwin Jynx…DJ for short.” The tabby replied owing slightly.
“Can I just call you dork?”
“Oh, come on now!”
“Fine, I’ll make the best of this...Where are you taking me?”
“Well, I thought we could grab a bite to eat, I have a reservation at –“
“Ok, let’s get this over with…” Cyra interrupted.
DJ took her to a restaurant on the edge of town, it was kind of fancy looking, but in actuality was quite affordable. DJ held open the door for Cyra, and as she entered, followed closing it .
“I’m going to the restroom…” Cyra said slipping away as DJ went to ask about his reservation. She went into the women’s bathroom, and began looking around. She saw a window on the far side of the wall, and unlocked it. Silently, she slipped out of the window into the woods behind the building. “Why’d she set me up with such a dork?!” Cyra said walking a bit deeper into the forest, not wanting to just go around to the front of the building. As she was walking she heard a rustling in the woods. Suddenly, she felt frightened, and grasped the dagger at her side. It was so dark she could hardly see the figure that appeared in front of her, but she recognized his gigantic scythe, and knew immediately it was the one from before.
“This time, you’re mine…” the wolf said from behind her.
Pendulum took one hard swing with his scythe and with barely a whimper Cyra fell at his feet. “I think we can continue…” Pendulum said.
Cyra was on the verge of death, but didn’t let on that she was even still breathing, taking tiny breaths and holding them for as long as she could. It was pitch dark, and they couldn’t really see her anyway.
A large purplish black mass started to from behind the wolf, and then slowly it went towards Cyra in streams, entering her body, and taking over her mind. Under the darkness, her crystal blue eyes turned a crimson blood red, and slowly she stood as if she wasn’t even harmed.
“I went through a lot to get you, Cyra…and finally, you’re mine.” The wolf laughed.
“No….” Cyra replied , her voice deep and maleficent, “You’re mine…”
“Whatever do you mean, child?” asked the wolf as Cyra pulled the blade from her side and violently rushed towards the wolf. He grabbed her wrist, and twisted it, and brought her to her knees.
“Do not resist, child…” he said as Cyra stood up and ran. She came out of the woods onto the sidewalk of a street, the street lamps illuminating the street with a soft, calming glow. Lily was walking down the sidewalk, on her way home when she came across her friend.
“Oh, hi Cyra…um…aren’t you supposed to be somewhere?” Lily asked.
Cyra slowly turned her head to look at Lily, and when she saw her, her eyes dilated and a blood lust overcame her. She grabbed her friend by the collar of her shirt and pulled her up to herself. Lily gazed into her blood red eyes, and became scared.
“Cyra…what happened?” she said, just before Cyra’s blade came across her throat. Cyra threw Lily down on the sidewalk, and walked away thinking her dead. Lily, still well alive reached up toward Cyra as she walked away, feeling of her slit throat with her other hand. She tried to call out, but no sound came from her mouth.
Meanwhile, DJ was sitting at a table in the restaurant alone, his chin in his hands. “This is just swell…” he said himself.
About half an hour later, Cyra arrived at her home. As she entered into the house via the kitchen, she saw her mother washing dishes at the sink.
“Hey, honey, you’re home a little early aren’t you?” her mother asked never turning around as Cyra slowly approached her from behind.
Cyra held her face in her hands, as she shook violently. Her mother turned around when Cyra didn’t respond, and saw her daughter quivering.
“What’s wrong, dear?” she asked getting closer.
“JUST STAY AWAY FROM ME!” Cyra screamed holding her mother down on the counter.
“What’s wrong with you?!” her mother asked gazing into her eyes, “You aren’t my daughter!”
With a growl, Cyra slammed her hand on her mother’s chest, her claws clenching her flesh. In an amazing display of strength, Cyra’s paw penetrated into her mother’s chest as she cried out in pain. Ripping her mothers beating heart out of her chest, she crushed it in her right paw, the blood spraying her clothes, as well as everything else around her, and running down her arm. Breathing heavily, Cyra looked over her shoulder at the cloaked wolf behind her.
“Oh dear…things didn’t quite go as I planed…turns out you were still alive when I performed that little….operation.” he said tilting his head. “You see, that was meant to take over your corpse…to make turn you into my mindless little slave…but since you weren’t quite did, all it did was change your way of thinking. To everyone else, your friends, your family, the Cyra they once knew is gone. You’re a blood thirsty monster. No will accept you. No one will ever love you.” He said Cyra growling in anger as she drew her blade again.
“…except for me….only I will accept you for what you are now….you’ve no choice but to follow me, child.” The wolf said with a laugh as approached Cyra and placed a hand on her shoulder. “May you serve me well…” he said, a dark shadow enveloping them as they both disappeared.
Cyra, the hooded wolf, sand Pendulum belong to me
Lily belongs to Rip
DJ belongs to Kynelongtail