erm.. death story.. thing.

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OOOOHKAY. Just sayin', I wanted to write a story, and I had inspiration from Beedle The Bard in Harry Potter, and from Morganville. So I sorta used that to gimme an idea for a.. thing. Yeah, it's kinda crappy atm. I'm tryna think of how to make it good. So if you wanna gimme advice or ideas, go for it. I like criticism, btw. Oh, and if any of you want any of your charris in the story, just say. + this is all random notes.. rofl.

death is like the leader thing. he room death lives in is like, black and smoky and cold. if you go in there, you get suffocated in the shadows. zombies and stuff grab you and try to pull you into a lake thing like hercules. the lake kills you as soon as you're in it. nobody's ever seen death until the moment they die, so if you look at him, you die, basically.

death gets bored and so pulls somebody from his lake of dead people and sends some of his energy into him so he's alive again. death's energy kinda sucks though so the guy's all negative and kinda.. creepy. I think, not sure yet. anyway, some of his powers get passed onto the guy, even though death didn't want that to happen. the guy is empty and mean and cunning. he has to go back and talk to death for a while. he doesn't understand much at first, because he's still learning about the world. he died a long time ago.

cyan meets him, and she's really confused by his mean attitude, since she's used to being the negative one. she's intrigued by him but doesn't like him as such yet. elijah (the death guy) likes her, since she's the person most alike himself that he's met. he falls in love with her after a while.

elijah gifts cyan with immortality, because he's powerful and wants her to live forever. death gets angry because elijah disobeyed him, and he's supposed to be like a puppet to death. he tries to kill elijah, but elijah has been gifted with death's powers, and now has experience of life and love too, so is stronger.

elijah defeats death and sends him to the pits of his own lake, since death tried to get cyan to enter his room, kinda like the serpent in the original sin story in the bible.

-that's kinda all i've got now for the plots-

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Main Character:

Name: Cyan Massacre
Age: 16
D.o.B: January 1st
Nationality: English

Appearance: Peroxide blonde hair, that she puts blue raccoon streaks in. Lots of eye make up. Ice blue eyes. Pale skin. Blue lips. Blue fingernails, etcetc. Skinny. Pretty, but she hides under lots of make up. She wears gothic clothing.

Personality: Pessimistic, sadomasochistic, not funny, idk I'll decide as I go along..

I really don't like her, not gonna lie to you..


Death:

Name: Elijah Inferno
Age: 17
D.o.B: December 31st
Nationality: English

Appearance: Iunno. I kinda imagine him like Jackson Rathbone.. o.e I think. I really have no idea. Maybe more like Andy Sixx. Can't decide.

Personality: Same as Cyan, but more mean and stuff.

History: Can't think of this atm.

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[Scyrinnia Annaliese Frostborne]

So, what exactly is Cyan? Some normal girl that goes to highschool? And lol, why don't you like her? That could be part of the problem, you should like your characters when your writing a story, it makes it easier to write

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Yeah, just a normal girl that goes to high school. She's like, kinda a reject that everyone hates. + Elias is like that too, which is why they click so well. ^-^ I don't like Cyan right now, but she'll grow on me. I don't really know her yet. (:

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Phah. I tried to write a bit. Meh, I've decided I like Cyan now, at least!

Cyan opened her eyes slowly, much like one would when first awakening to a bright light. But her room was pitch black, as usual. She lay still for a while, staring into the blackness. The window shields wouldn't open for another few hours, like usual. She pressed the 'snooze light' button on her alarm clock, and saw that it was only four in the morning. It was just a couple of hours ago that she'd actually gone to sleep.

After a few minutes of contemplation, she stood slowly up to avoid head rush, and fumbled around until she found the wall. She kept her hand on it as she stepped across the many obstacles. A sharp pain shot through her foot - she'd obviously just stepped on her phone charger. She cursed under her breath, and massaged her foot softly, trying not to topple over. Ignoring the throbbing, she continued to walk around the walls of her room, until she reached the light switch. She flicked it, and blinked against the light while her eyes adjusted.

If possible, her room was even more messy than she'd remembered. Her eyes scanned the room, and she frowned. There were empty pizza boxes and unwashed clothes strewn across the floor. She could barely make out the deep red color of her carpet through all of the mess. She'd really have to hire a maid some time soon..

She opened her bedroom door, and stepped out into the corridor, feeling slight blind once again in the darkness of the rest of her home. As she trudged down the corridors, she flipped on all of the lights that she came across. They were all stupid energy saving light bulbs, so they didn't make that much difference anyway. Man, she hated the things. She'd go out and buy some new ones, but she didn't want to be spending her own money on something that her parents should pay for.

The bathroom was just a short journey from her room, and it as very chilly. She was definitely used to the cold, but not as cold as this room. She realized that the window was open, along with the blind. Damn it, she'd broken a law right there. They had to have their blinds shut by six pm, and then they automatically opened at six am, for 'safety precautions'. She scuttled over to the window and slammed it shut, hoping desperately that nobody had come into her house while she was asleep.

She hung her head, and slouched over towards the mirror. Her eyes lifted reluctantly, and she stared at herself for a moment, slightly shocked. She looked terrible. All of her mascara and eyeliner had smudged across her face, and her peroxide hair was matted so badly that the blue raccoon stripes just made it look as though she had a weird gray tinge to her hair.

She grabbed a brush and began hacking at her hair, running the bristles right down to her waist, where the ends of her hair were split and wispy. It was really knotty, and stung her scalp to brush. Better to go through a little pain now than to face the pain of insults at school when her hair looked gross. Once she was finished, she switched on her straighteners, and began to further damage her hair. Oh, the things that she did to look nice.

Unfortunately, Cyan had run out of make up wipes, so she had to use soap to wash the make up from around her eyes, which really stung. By the time she was done, her eyes were red and puffy, but she didn't care - they'd die down soon enough anyway.

It had been almost two hours, and she was nearly ready. All that Cyan needed to do now was to get her books for the coming day, and change out of her pajamas. Art, textiles and P.E were the only lessons that she had today, thankfully. Although that did mean a few hours of tediousness in between them.

She got changed into some gray-wash ripped jeans, and a hoodie that read 'Death will never catch me'. Not her best outfit, but she was running out of time, and it was cold so she couldn't wear her usually outfit.

She threw her pencils and paints into her bag just as the blinds opened, and hurled herself down the stairs, running as quickly as she could to reach her bike.

Hopping onto the bike, she pushed off from the ground, and was pedaling furiously, feeling thankful that she'd worn jeans and a hoodie today rather than a skirt and tank. The icy winds bit at her skin, but she continued anyway. Her stomach rumbled, but she ignored it. She'd skipped breakfast, and wasn't in the mood to eat. Her morning dose of adrenaline was pumping, and there were other things on her mind.

Why was she in such a rush? She was smart, and knew how dangerous the streets could be, even during the day. Kamidetta, the town that she lived in was never, ever safe. Creatures lurked around every corner, and people were always afraid of Death, because he could be right around the corner. The hardest part was finding a way to fight him off, unless you welcomed him..

She skidded to a halt once inside her school, and walked her bike over to the stands, locking it up. As usual, hers was the only bike. Everyone else got lifts to school, because their parents were too afraid to let their precious children go out alone. Sadly, Cyan didn't have any parents around to be afraid; they'd both gone off to work in some other country. They really didn't care about her, did they? She doubted they even knew about the state her house was in..

She swung her shoulder bag in her hand, scraping it along the floor. It was safe in school grounds. Apparently. Cyan was pretty laid back anyway, so she didn't care. Or at least, she put on that face. No point in letting people know how paranoid she was..

Her tutor base was just a corner away, and she was looking at the ground when she bumped into somebody, also coming around the corner, head buried in a piece of paper.

"Do you wanna watch where you're going, idiot?" she spat, and scowled meanly at the guy.

He looked really innocent, and lost, and slightly scared by her words. But his face soon changed into a twisted smile after he'd assessed the situation. He walked slowly away, heading in the direction of the main office. Obviously some new kid.. She didn't bother thinking about him, and arrived at her form room.

It was already full of her class 'mates'. They were sat on tables gossiping to each other. She got a few stares as she walked in, just as she usually did, and she returned them by giving a few dirty looks. This process happened every morning, and it was beginning to get a bit monotonous to be perfectly honest.

Cyan threw her bag onto her desk, sitting herself next to two other people. The only two people that she loved: Kitty and Julian. Neither of them were smiling, neither did they smile when she sat next to them. They never really did, but eve more so now. Usually she got a nod, or something. Were they mad at her?

"Hello, and welcome to 'happy central'!" Cyan mocked, and rolled her eyes at them. "Looking forward to yet another wonderful, fun-filled day at Kamidetta High?!" she said in a very fake, happy tone. "I am, of course! I mean, just look at how I was welcomed! By two very friendly faces!" She squeezed Kitty's cheeks between her thumb and forefinger, and shook it from side to side. Her face was still blank, as was Julian's.

She leaned back in her chair, and folded her arms, looking up at the ceiling. "Fine then. It's not like I wanted to talk to you, anyway," she continued in a very dramatic voice.

All that Cyan saw was a blur of pink hair and snake bites, and before she knew it, she was on the floor with two bodies on top of her. The pressure was mainly coming from Julian's body, even though he weighed very little for a guy, and he cut off her breathing a little. She began to choke between laughs. She squirmed frantically, gasping for air, and after a bit of force, her two best friends set her free and fell onto their backs beside her.

"I do apologize for our rude behavior, Queen Cyan," said Kitty in her sickly, high-pitched tone of voice that Cyan hated, but had become accustomed to.

"But, you abandoned us last night!" Julian continued, and the two of them propped themselves up on their elbows, staring sternly down at Cyan.

Cyan wasn't sure what they meant, but then she remembered. She'd gone out to a party, and hadn't asked them to come along.. She didn't really think they'd find out. The party wasn't exactly with the most popular people in the world, so she couldn't think why they'd care all that much.

"Aww, shit, guys. I'm sorry. I didn't think you liked to party with zombies," she muttered, and twiddled her fingers. Of course, she wasn't really partying with zombies, but the party was so dead that she might as well have been. "Seriously, it sucked. You should be glad you didn't go. I'll ask you next time, though."

"Not a problem, Babycakes," said Julian, and he stood up, offering both Cyan and Kitty his hand to pull them up.

They were half way off the ground, when Julian dropped them down again. "So sorry, I slipped!" Oh, how humorous of him. The dramatic, and very gay-looking gesture that he made along with his words just made it even less funny. All the same, the three of them laughed again.

When Cyan stood up, she was shocked to hear that everyone else was silent. And they were staring at the door. It was the guy she'd bumped into earlier. Great, he was in their form. Just another person to hate Cyan..

No sooner had he stepped foot in the classroom, Miss Pemberton, their form tutor, was in beside him, glaring at Cyan's knocked over chair. Everyone sat down hurriedly into their chairs, except for Cyan, Kitty, and Julian, who pointedly sat down slowly, all glaring at Miss Pemberton.

The teacher saw the nasty look on Cyan's face, and raised her eyebrows. "Hello, class." She was still looking directly at Cyan.. "I'd like you all to welcome our newest member of the class, Elijah Inferno," she said in her overly-polite manner, still looking at Cyan. What was her problem, anyway?

Elijah stepped further into the classroom, and shut the cheap wooden door behind him. He was looking around the room at the disgusting yellow noticeboards with a bunch of Religious Studies posters stuck up. Nothing much to see, really. She watched his eyes as he read the graffiti on the lockers behind Cyan, who was sat in the back row, and then he examined every face in the room. He seemed to pause for longer on Kitty, Cyan and Julian. Probably because Cyan had white and blue hair, Kitty had pink hair, and Julian had insanely big black and red hair. He didn't look to impressed by anything other than her little friendship group's strange choice of fashion.

"Elijah, if you'd like to take a seat next to Cyan. I am sorry about that. I hope she doesn't bother you too much," Cyan's jaw dropped with the offense of her words. Cyan was used to this insults, but liked to kick up a fuss all the same. What a bitch of a teacher. And she'd filled the empty seat next to her. God, Cyan hated the woman. He would not be sitting by her.

"Harsh, Miss. I'm not that bad," she said in mono-tone. "And, uhh, I need this desk. Lucy sits there." Cyan glared straight into the eyes of Miss Pemberton, and leaned over to hug the air in the chair next to her.

"And who exactly is Lucy?" Miss Pemberton asked, eyebrows raised even further than before.

"My best friend. She's a ghost. I killed her."

"Very funny, miss Massacre. Now, go and sit down, Elijah." She shooed him away, and Elijah obediently went to slouch back into the chair next to Cyan.

Cyan turned her head to look at him. He wasn't all that bad looking, actually. He kept his eyes forward, looking at the whiteboard in front of him that had some very naughty pictures drawn on it. Pretty humorous this time, actually. There were arrows pointing down to Miss Pemberton with insults written at the top of them.

"One doesn't turn into a ghost after death. One returns to the place of which one came." Elijah said, eyes facing forward still.

Cyan blinked, and looked around to see if he was actually talking to her. Yep, he definitely was.

"I've heard they go into Death's home. Apparently he locks you up for the rest of eternity and tortures you with fire and stuff. And gives you food, but puts it outside of the bars so you have to stare at it forever, and watch it decay, unable to eat it. Sounds pretty cool. But that's the reason I try so hard to-" She clamped her mouth shut, and looked down. Why was he even talking to her, and thinking he could make her sound dumb? She wouldn't allow it.

"Nobody knows for certain, anyway. So stop trying to sound like you know everything. I bet you're a dumb twat behind that stupid little poker face of yours," she spat, having little confidence in her words.

"Well then, you are highly mistaken." He turned to face her, and smiled. He just seemed so calm and cool, it really pissed Cyan off. She folded her arms across her chest again, and leaned back in the chair.

She realized Miss Pemberton had been taking the register when she heard her name, and answered with a very moody
"Yes, Miss."

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Started to write this scene. This is basically near the end, so. I haven't proof read this yet so it might be a bunch of crap. ohwellz, paha.

Cyan turned the corner, entering the depths of an exceedingly dark alley. Why did Elijah want to meet her here? It seemed a little.. creepy, and dangerous. She began to walk down it with a purpose. She was expecting there to be a turn into a pool of light, but it didn't happen. The alley seemed to get darker, and more sinister.

She started walking more slowly, contemplating whether she should turn around or not. It was after dark, and she was out, alone. Yes, Elijah had asked to meet her here. But they hadn't been together long at all. Maybe he was just using her. He was a good actor, it could have all been a lie. She could imagine him doing all of this for some sort of twisted joke.

Cyan suddenly stopped still and held her breath. There was a hooded figure coming towards her. It just spelled out 'danger'. She stared at it wide-eyed, watching as it seemed to grow larger with every step that it took.

She had been watching it for a while before she finally realized who she was looking at: Death. And Death had clearly come here to talk to her, because he was now right in her face, and had stopped.

Her eyes wandered up and down his body in shock. He was tall, and thin, and his body seemed to curl over towards her, arms falling in awkward positions with bent elbows. She couldn't see his face other than his lips. They looked cold, and, well, dead. He was even scarier than the things that she'd seen following her recently..

Cyan knew that she should have ran while she had the chance. But it was too late now, for Death was taking his hood down. It revealed an empty face with white eyes and no pupils. His cheeks were sucked in, showing the most of his jawbone. The worst of it was a mangled bit of flesh on the right side of his head, and an ear which appeared to be missing. She was sure that she could see a lot of his bone, he was so pale.

Death opened his mouth, hissed at her. It was a long, quiet sound. It was half evil, and half comforting. She didn't know which was the intention, but she bet that he wasn't there to tell her what a great person she was..

Cyan stared into his eyes, scared, and trembling. It felt as though her legs were going to give way at any moment, and her heart was practically jumping out of her chest.

"Hello, Cyan," he half whispered, half hissed. "Why so nervous? We have met before." His voice seemed to have an echo to it, as though several different people were all talking at the same time. One of the voices sounded oddly familiar.. "It's alright, I'm not as people think me to be." Death frowned, and seemed to be thinking about something very deep, and very personal. "I'm very misinterpreted, you see." Death put an arm around her, and she immediately felt cold as ice. Cyan tried to pull away, but she couldn't, and she felt as though.. as though life wasn't worth living anymore. She felt as though she wanted to die for the first time ever.

"For my entire life people have called me 'Death', and spread rumours that I am the one to take the lives of others." He turned Cyan to face him, and put his face right up against hers. She could smell his breath, and it smelt like rotting flesh. "They are wrong. All I want is a friend." His eyes looked even more glassy than before, and it appeared that he was crying.

Cyan reached up, and took his hand, ignoring the strange pain that hit her palm as her bare flesh hit his. She wanted to help him. Usually she'd have told him to fuck himself, but she felt really sorry for him. Cyan thought that some how, she could help him. That she could make it better for once, and be a good person. But she couldn't speak. She went to, but no sound came out. Death smiled, and nodded at her, putting a finger on her lips. The blood was pounding through her veins now so much that she could hear it at the back of her head.

There was a little voice at the back of her mind telling her to get the hell out of there, and that this was dangerous. She ignored it, because she could help Death. She could be the one to change things for him, and make it all better. She would be famous for clearing the name of Death.

He was steering her away, deeper into the alley. The little voice was becoming louder, and she was finding it hard to speak. She had a very bad headache, and her muscles felt hot and painful. It hurt to walk now, but she continued all the same, because she was going to help Death. He was worth it. A few minutes of pain on her parts to clear an eternity of pain for him.

Death reached out a long, bony hand and wrapped it around the door handle. He turned, and the handle melted, along with the rest of the door. She didn't think much of it, and stepped through, staring out into an empty space. It was just a long corridor with white walls. It was very dark, all the same. She was sure that there was mist hanging around the room, but couldn't tell.

If Cyan had thought she felt bad before, she now felt eve worse. Her head was spinning, and she could barely see through her blurry vision. She could hear voices whispering desperately at her from every angle. Some were telling her to run, some telling her to join them, and some begging for her help. She didn't know which to listen to, so just followed Death down the corridor, because it was the easiest option.

He opened another door, which revealed a blur of black and gray. He stepped through, taking Cyan's hand. She stepped through, and felt herself being ripped apart and put back together again. It felt as though she'd just been cut up with a bunch of knives, and that her lungs were being filled with some strange gas that was stopping her from breathing.

Eerily, they were now in another room. There were people all around the walls. At fist she thought they were just standing there, dancing around, but then she realized they were tapping on glass, trying to escape. Obviously some had escape, because she felt hands on her feet.

"it's okay, Cyan. Just relax. You can save me." She nodded, and listened to him, because he seemed kind. better than the knives that were digging into her feet. She looked down and saw that it was long, mangled fingernails and sharp teeth. There were at least ten hand on her feet, all pulling her along. She tried to shake them off, but had so little energy she wasn't even sure she'd moved her leg at all.

Finally she reached a lake with an odd green tint and rippling waves on the surface. The mist hung low and thick here. The water looked so beautiful, so inviting. Maybe if she bathed in it for a while, the pain would go away.

She began to remove her clothes, bit by bit. As she did, she seemed to get warmer, and the pain seemed to be subsiding as she thought more and more about the water.

She stared down at her feet, wiggling her toes, and then dipped a toe in the water. Something grabbed her foot, and she was falling. It was cutting into her skin, and she was drowning. There were thousand of white faces staring at her, all whispering. They caressed her body as she fell. She looked down at her hand to see that it was now just bone.. She was dying. Or dead. That was okay. She'd saved Death now, hadn't she?

Cyan looked to the surface, and saw that Death was stood there, staring down at her, laughing evilly. Ten it clicked. This was a trick. She squirmed against the hands and beat her arms against the current that was pushing her down. She needed to get to the surface! Her lungs were filling with water as she tried to take in a breath, and she could barely see a thing now. Her eyes were fixed on the surface. And then she saw.. Elijah.

Was he dead, too? Had Death tricked him? Maybe she was just hallucinating.. And then he put a finger on Death's shoulder, and somehow Death was stunned for a moment. Temporarily immobilized.

ELIJAH SAVES CYAN ETC ETC WIP.

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