Hi, I want to do a collab with a few people, max of about 5 or 6, depending on how many people want to do it. Anyway, here is an idea of what I would like to write about, but I don't mind if you guys want to change bits or come up with a better one or whatever you want.
They come out every night. The demons. They love the darkness and loathe the daylight. The demons stalk the shadows, cruel, merciless beings. At night the city isn't safe, but there are people, fearless or stupid no one knows, who seek to destroy the demons. Armed to their teeth, they wage an ongoing war with the deadly creatures of the night. Casualties are high, for both sides. Will justice prevail, or will darkness take over the city?
(mind if I pitch in?)
Joan carefully and gracefully stepped onto the makeshift podium and cleared her throat. "My people, my friends," her tiny voice boomed. "Last night's actions were unacceptable. We shall NEVER turn against each other. From now on, anyone who makes a move to do so will be put out of their misery. Do I make myself clear?"
Hundreds of voices uttered a simultaneous "Yes Ma'am," and even more heads dropped.
"Then let us move on to a joyous matter. Last night, miraculously, was our first victory in weeks. Let us congratulate ourselves and give praise to our Gods, whoever they may be."
((No, that's fine, sounds good!!))
Nods and murmers of agreement echoed around the warehouse, as Joan bowed slightly and stepped down from the podium. As she began to make her way into the crowd, conversation broke out, as everyone struggled to have their voice and opinion heard.
Alexis, though, lurked in the shadows of the curtains, prefering to watch things from a distance. Her eyes strayed to the one grimy window that was about eye level on the left side of the warehouse. She could see the sun beginning to duck beneath the horizon, and she knew that soon they would be back to business. Motivational speeches over, it would be up to them to continue the war against the demons.
Night came to quickly. Like the demons, the night creeps up to you with the stealth of a tiger. By now everyone gathers into their positions to continue the ever lasting battle between hell and earth.
Hurried chatter and nervous laughter echoed around the warehouse as everyone enjoyed their last few moments of relative safety. Each night it was the same. Minutes before their nightly battle with the demons began, each and every member of their "clan", would be high on nervous energy, adrenaline pumping through their veins as they prepared for the night ahead.
Already the demons were probably beginning to trickle in dribs and drabs out of their slumber, creeping into the city to wreak havoc on an unsuspecting victim. No matter how hard they tried to convince the stubborn citizens that the city wasn't safe after dark, nothing worked.
Suddenly a bell chimed from the roof of the building, and all conversation ceased. The bell signalled the end of the day, and the beginning of a long, hard night. Weapons were collected from around the huge room, those on patrol that night saying warm goodbyes to anyone left behind.
They were carefully organized into groups, and marched out the huge double doors to face the darkness and all that the shadows hid.
In the darkness there is always life. Hiding in the darkest shadows live the unforgiving demons. Craving the delicate human souls that wonder around in their pointless attempts to do something important in their unpredictable and useless lives.
The demons had always lurked in the shadows, ridding society of any social misfits who dared to go out at night. But when people became careless, and no longer heeded the many warnings about the demons, something had to be done. For many months a brave, select group of people had fought the demons, but very little head way had been made by either side. Each night those that battled promised it would be different, but they were emptied promises.
Until tonight, that is. For tonight would be different. Tonight, Alexis would fight for the first time. She took her mother's sword from under her mattress and cried silently as she unsheathed the beautiful, rare metal. Kissing her family emblem, she hid the weapon in her skirts and ran downstairs. Knowing she might not live through the night, yet feeling that she would, Alexis, decendant of Agasaya, rushed into the middle of the battle as her people and those she would kill broke into war cries. Yes, tonight would be different.
(i realy felt like writing "and then she died" )
Courage. Courage is the only thing that drives Alexis and the warriors. Courage is the only thing that keeps them fighting; the only thing that keeps them focused. The moment Alexis rushes into the dark realms of an alley she is confronted by a trio of demons. A simple word tugs in her head; but this word she had been told all her life to forget. "run",
Alexis brandishes her mother's sword, the clean blade glinting in the little light cast by the waning moon. She feigns left and right, avoiding the attacks of the demons, but she does not attack herself. She feels nervous, and one word pumps through her mind on a repetitive cycle: "run, run, run, run.". She ignores it though, knowing that if she turns away from the fight, she will never return.
After a few dodges though, her training kicks in and she plunges the knife forward into one of the demon's ooxy black stomach. He cries out, a horrible raspy sound, before the strike to the stomach disinteragrates his poisoned body.
Alexis can't help a small smile at her first kill, but is quickly brought back down to earth when one of the demons lunges at her, cutting through her jeans with his long claws. Alexis feels pain run through her thigh, but she can't stop.
Before long she destroyed the other demons, but the weeping, bleeding wound on her leg forces her to return to the warehouse, pleased with her three kills.
As she slumps down onto a chair; she finally finds the courage to look at her knee. Black dust circles the place where the deamon sunk it's claws into her flesh. Blood slowly runs down her leg. "Looks like Alexis finally got a cut," snickered an older girl with flowing black hair.
Alexis ignored the snickers and laughter of the other, more experienced fighters. She'd long before learnt that reacting to their comments would only make things worst.
Instead she kept her attention focused on her injured leg. Using cotton balls and some of the very strong antiseptic wash the group brewed especially for demon injuries, she dabbed at the wound, hissing in pain.
Then she went for a hot shower, bandaged her thigh and dressed in new clothes, before emerging back into the central room. Other warriors were just beginning to trickle back in, many with injuries similar to her own.
"I don't have time for you right now, Cassandra. Where'd you see the healer last?" Alexis snapped defensively.
"How should I know? You don't have time for me, remember?" Cassandra taunted dangerously.
Alexis, knowing the time she had was precious, draws her sword threateningly. "Where. Is. The. Healer?"
Cassandra falters, then whispers "She's still out on the field. Let me help you." Tying the wound off with her scarf and putting her arm around Alexis', they began hobbling towards help.
Alexis held on to Cassandra's shoulder tightly, her thigh numb with pain. Her leg was hurting so badly she didn't know where the wound ended and the uninjured part of her began.
((Sorry have to stop there for now))
As both girls stepped outside into the battle field, they both briethed in slowly as they hobbled over to the healer. Just as they were about to get there another demon jumped at Alexis. Quickly Cassandra threw Alexis over her shoulder and in one fluent motions sliced the demon's head off.
Alexis smiled shakily, but appreciatively at Cassandra. The other girl simply grinned and said, "Don't read anything into it, we're still enemies ok?" Alexis nodding, knowing that no matter what the older gir said, she'd made a new friend that night.
They continued heading towards the healer, silence settling over them like a heavy cloak. It wasn't an awkward silence though, there was something companionable in the deathly stillness that shrouded them.
(I'm so sorry. I have writer's block for this story. I'll come back in when I can put my words together. Sorry. ARGH!)
Cassandra pushed Alexis over to the healer; clearly to prove her point about still being enemies. The healer turned around and nearly fell over at the sight of Alexis. "What happend?"
"Just another demon tried to kill me; so yeah, business as usual,"
"Ok then lets get you a bandage,"
Jess the healer said nothing as she wrapped the bandage around Alexis's leg.
((that's ok Sarah, and sorry have to go to school now, will post when I can))
(felt like adding more, hope thats ok)
"Its getting wild out here," stammered Jess, as she was consentrateing.
"Yeah, this is the first time in months I have gotten hurt this badly," replies Alexis wrinkling her brow at the pain in her leg.
"I hope we can get through this,"
"I think we need another win,"
"we, good news and bad news. Good news is that your leg doesn't need to be chopped off, bad news is that you will be out of action for the rest of the night. Alexis nearly fell backwards when she heard this.
"Is it realy that bad?"
"I'm afraid so, but dont worry it will be fine for tommorrow," Alexis grunts and stands as walks off.