I don't know why this happened, but the other day as I can recall it, I died. My soul slipped out of my body, and I watched the wrecked container, as I floated away from it. I didn't know what was happening. All I knew is that the boy on the ground looked like me. And he was dead. Smashed between a school bus and another car.
As I floated into the air, I watched another being float out of the car, and rise higher above my wisp of a head. She whisked into the clouds, and disappeared in the beautiful harmony that could only be described as peace. I could only guess that she had gone to heaven. I looked around, wondering what had happened in such a split second. Apparently, I was not alone, still, as I watched an old lady crawl out of the wreckage of the bus.
She pulled her bleeding body from the door of the bus. Suddenly, he body fell limp, and a form crawled out of her body. A transparent being, an exact copy of the formerly living driver stood above her body looking down at it. She must have been in her late forties. She would never live to see fifty. This saddened me a bit, as I didn't even know her.
Suddenly, a black being poked it's head out of the cement. The solid cement. It seemed to pull itself through the concrete! This was not concrete in itself, as I had no idea how that could have happened. I stared at it, as it moved around in a dancing manor. More of them pulled themselves from the ground, and joined the other humanoid shadow in it's dancing.
I tried harder to focus my eyes on what I was seeing. She turned around slowly, and eyed the beings. She immediately threw her arms up as if she knew what was coming. They crowded her, and jumped on her. one pulled on her dress, and three more followed suit. One jumped on her head, and began pulling her hair from it's follicles. She cried out, but could not be heard. She sank into the liquid-like yet solid earth, and disappeared. I could only guess she had gone to hell.
I stared at the wreck, and watched my body bleed. The blood ran into the gutters, and through the sewer holes. I began to sweat. The sweat was cold, and I wasn't hot. It was almost a refreshing sweat. I felt cold, and something wrong happened. I remained cold. I looked at my transparent hand, and wanted to cry, but no tears came to my aid. My emotions were literally bottled up inside my never-more beating heart. My heart had stopped beating long ago, but I would never until now know the true meaning of such an analogy.
OOC: I'm sick to my stomach right now. I wrote six times this much, and the message was too long to submit to TDC. Its all gone.
You WHAT!?!?!? :o :o :o Are you saying that you got into a car accident and DIED!?!?!? :o :o :o
How the heck did your soul (and heart; I like to think of them both as separate) return to your body!? You must've been revitalized. But man, this is SO SURREAL!!! :-[
Then again, you saw things that most, if not all, of us HAVEN'T seen! You're quite a lucky fella for that. ;)
Hmm....It sounds like a Near Death Experience, I've heard of these before.
However, it puzzles me that this is in Fan Works. Is this a story you're writing or did it actually happen?
Definitely a short story, it has that sort of narrative.
Not to mention that if he was injured this badly, he would hardly be typing by now.
Quote from: JQ Pickwick on August 30, 2007, 11:12:42 PM
Definitely a short story, it has that sort of narrative.
It was a
long story. And yes, I really did get smashed between two vehicles. ::)
(that was sarcasm btw JQ)
I liked that. It was cool. If only it wasn't a short story. But then again I dont know how you would continue it. Oh well, I thought it was awesome
Still, my soul was restless for a reason that even I knew clearly. I was on my way to someone's house. Someone special to me, and I was going to break some bad news to her. We had been dating for about a half a year, and I loved her dearly. However, we would be moving in exactly one month, and I hadn't figured how to tell her. I had been on my way to her house, when the container to my soul had been smashed into an unusable pulp. Oddly enough, it had happened so fast and so suddenly, that I didn't feel it. I knew I still had to make it to her house. To see her once more. Even if my words were mute as a spiritual being, I had to see her. I wisped down the sidewalk, and continued on my way.
It was a long walk, or float, or whatever it was. My feet made no sounds as they contacted the earth beneath me, and so I could only come to the conclusion that I was, to a degree, floating. On the way, I passed some kids dressed in dark clothing. They were talking about how they wished they could die. It made me angry. Angry at them for not knowing... that after you die, you seize to exist. Everyone knew that, but nobody understood it. I turned to slap one of them, but my arm passed straight through his head. They continued down the road. I saw things through different eyes now... spiritual eyes. They should be careful what you wish for... I can't even have wishes anymore...
When I came to the road I come to know as only her's, I continued down to the house labeled with her address, and wisped over to the front porch. I went to knock on the door, but my fist made no sound as it connected with the door. It was as silent as it had been before the crash. I decided that being transparent, I was most likely not solid either, and so I followed my spiritual instinct, and passed through the door with relative ease. My sense of smell must not have been in working order, for the aroma of her home didn't greet me as it usually did. I passed through her living room. Nobody was home. My heart, or the hole where it used to be sank. I had hoped to see her. I looked around the house, and again, tried to cry.
The tears once again ignored my calls of pain, and stayed wherever the hell they were. It was annoying me at this point that some of my senses weren't in working order. So far, my inability to smell, the tears that wouldn't show themselves, and my solidity weren't working as they should. This only made me ponder on what else I would come to find missing. I was about to leave the empty home, when I heard a noise in the other room. Her room. I slapped myself for not checking her room first, and made my way down her hallway, and through her door. The TV was on, which was the first thing I heard. The weatherman with the annoying sense of humor was on TV, and it didn't even hit me. So much had happened to me at that exact moment, that my mind felt as if it imploded.
A boy about my age, was laying on top of who I had come to see, and they were softly kidding under her dimmed light. The hole where my heart had sank from seemed to catch fire, and work it's way through my body, before nothing but pain consumed my being. She had betrayed. Broken. Destroyed, and cheated my heart. The entire time she told me she was true. Lies. This almost made my wish of dying return to where it once stood, but now I no longer lived. If I had been alive for this, a fight probably would have broken out. Suddenly, a familiar name rang out in the room. My name.
On the news, a helicopter was seen carrying a body from a familiar street. It seemed as though the news crew was awaiting my death, tipped off by the reaper. Her head jerked from it's place, and she stared at the screen. She slightly pushed him away, as she sat up, and stared at the screen. An officer came on screen, and explained the situation. My death had just been assured before my very eyes. ears. Were they still my own? I didn't know. I didn't really care. She wanted to say something, but the words wouldn't come. I slightly smiled. At least she cared. Thats when the boy said something I'd never forget, her response just as flooring. "Hey hon, he's just a loser between us... let it go." I tightened my fists, and wanted so badly to tear him to pieces.
Only after she agreed, did I sink to the floor. "Yeah... just a loser who thought he was something..." They went back to kissing, and I went back to dieing. I felt the rage.... the rage of something not myself burn inside my form. I decided to get out before I was destroyed anymore. I wisped out of the house, and gently landed on the curbside. I stared at the cement, the tears still not manifesting themselves. I don't think depression had set in quite as hard before. My soul sank into the eternal fires of my feelings, which died along with my hopes of seeing her again. I freaked out on the curbside, trying to desperately to grab anything I could, and hurl it at the car next to me. My ghostly limbs touched nothing, and I again sat in a pool of my despair.
Thats when something happened that made me lift from my position.
I heard the faint sound of steel grinding against cement. The sound of a train, which came as a shock to me for two reasons. Trains didn't run around these parts. The nearest tracks were nearly two miles away. Secondly, I felt it. I hadn't felt anything since the hour ago in which I died, and even in my dying seconds I felt nothing. I looked to my left, and squinted my eyes. A train of nothingness, just as I predicted shot down the road, and was now slowing to a stop. In front of me, it stopped. I stood back into the grass, away from the street, as the odd train screeched to a halt. It didn't look like every other train. This was an old train. Looked like one of the first locomotives. I stared at it, as a door popped open, and a being hopped out.
I stared in courageous wonder, as the form stood up, and stared at me square in the eye. It took a step towards me, and I, naturally, took a step back. It was wearing a black and gray conductor's outfit, and it's face looked hideous from the little I saw. I fell backwards, and landed on my backside with, what shouldn't have surprised me, a lack of feeling or pain. It advanced quickly, and stopped just before my shivering spirit. I now had a full view of it's face. It had skin missing in some parts, and the sides of it's mouth were sewn together, along with two long scars up the side of it's cheeks. It's large hat hid the top of his head, which I could only imagine was an exposed brain.
It smiled, and some stitches ripped from their place. I felt like barfing, but the gag reflex never came. It stood there with it's shoulder's slumped, and stared at me with his missing eyes. There were no eyes in it's eye holes, just a blank void of nothingness that seemed to creep into my spirituality, and yank me from the only comfortable place that I had in my new being. I couldn't help but utter a small cry of fright. It then did something that shook my mind. It extended a hand in my direction, as if offering to help me up. It was then, that I heard it's first words. "Need a lift?" It's voice was a bit masculine, so I concluded that it was of my own gender. "I-I-I" was all I could mutter, before I got a hold of my wracked nerves, and responded. "N-N-No sir."
He grabbed my hand, and pulled me to my feet. He looked me up and down, and then pointed to my tattered clothing. "Looks to me like you do." I stared down at my clothes, and realized that they were still damaged from the crash. I looked up to his creeping eye holes, and swallowed a lot of nothingness. "H-how can you see me? Who are you?" The being smiled, more of his stitches falling loose. "The name's Rusty. Rusty Hinges. And I, son, am here to take your soul to wherever it belongs. He spat in the grass, and it instantly died. I stared at it, and realized that where he had walked, the grass had also withered away. I looked past him again, at the massive train that was parked behind him. His voice caught my off guard, as it had erupted from behind me. "She's a beaut aint she?"
I looked to my left where it had come from, and my eyes widened. It went on for as far as the eye could see, which would be the case with about any train; however, this one extended from the ground, into the sky, where it looped, twisted, and turned up into the dark clouds. At that moment, I realized that it was about to rain. He placed a hand on my shoulder, and I instantly brushed it away, and took a few steps back. "I... You... Whats going on??" He walked past me, over to the first boxcar. He slid the door open, and stepped aside, waving his arm inside, as if creating a path for me. I was hesitant at first, but I finally made my way to the open door, and peeked inside.
More like me. For once, I didn't feel completely alone as a spirit... There were about 7 people inside the boxcar. "Welcome to the Dead Train!!" Rusty shouted, as he stepped into the conductor's car. "Hey wait, I'm still not sure if I want to go!" Rusty stepped halfway out, holding a rail, as he hung from the side. "Well son, I suggest you make up yer mind right quick. Because whether you're in this train or not we're leaving." I gulped, and was deciding in my head as fast as I could. This seems to be the only direction i have right now as a spirit... and I definitely don't want to be alone... I glanced in at the other spirits again. There were three boys about my age, two elderly men, an elderly woman, and a little boy, probably about four years old.
I didn't think it was fair for someone to die that young... however, I didn't have much choice of anything right now. I heard the engine fire up, and I looked back at the house I had come to know. Again, no tears came as I had strained them to. I took a step inside the boxcar, and slid the door closed behind me. I stared at the spirits, and they stared back for a moment. They went back to what they were doing. It was awkwardly silent inside the train. Of course, with a name like the "Dead Train", I could slightly understand. I didn't feel like talking to anyone either. I sat in a hay pile. There were a few benched inside the boxcar, and a few hay piles. Laying in the hay pile, a tiny voice came from my feet.
"How old are you mister?" I brought my head up, and stared into the eyes of the child. "Where are we? Do you know where my mommy is?" I let my head fall back to the hay, and muttered, "No, I don't, sorry kid." My mind began to drift once again, but my thoughts were abruptly pierced by the child's voice again. "Rusty said I had cancer... Does that mean that its gone now?" My eyes closed tighter. I was hoping that I would awaken in my bed. Awaken to her calling my phone. Awaken to my favorite TV show. Awaken from this nightmare that had settled upon my life, and fed on my fears... awaken from this... awaken.
Quote from: Sasori no Akasuna on September 01, 2007, 09:10:47 PM
They were talking about how they wished they could die. It made me angry. Angry at them for not knowing... that after you die, you seize to exist.
Forgive me for sounding frivolous in such a tense and serious situation as this, but...
MEGA OBJECTION!!! (http://objection.mrdictionary.net/go.php?n=2156957)
(Here's the second part of that objection because the whole thing was too long. (http://objection.mrdictionary.net/go.php?n=2156963))
good lord magmar, calm down. :P
I'm not the character in the story, and trust me, its supposed to be wrong. Just roll with it okay?? PM me with questions if you want to know how it will affect the story later.
Heh, sorry. I got a little carried away there, didn't I? But you still gotta love the objection. :P
And wait. Does this mean that the story is actually fiction and that your HP didn't drop to 0? :o
I MADE ALL OF THIS UP YOU HALF-WIT :P :P :P
Dude, do you seriously think that I got slammed between two vehicles, and then the next day or so, got up, and posted in FanWorks???? :D
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. . . Miracles can happen. :P
Yeah, when I decide they can. :P
Quote from: MagmarFire on September 01, 2007, 10:27:31 PM
Forgive me for sounding frivolous in such a tense and serious situation as this, but...MEGA OBJECTION!!! (http://objection.mrdictionary.net/go.php?n=2156957)
(Here's the second part of that objection because the whole thing was too long. (http://objection.mrdictionary.net/go.php?n=2156963))
......You posted that as a joke, right?
I thought it was kinda funny! OBJECTION!
It is true, I just can't believe he thought this was true. I had already said that before, in fact.
QuoteNot to mention that if he was injured this badly, he would hardly be typing by now.
Quote from: LadyNintendo on September 02, 2007, 02:28:31 AM
......You posted that as a joke, right?
Actually, I was quite serious about it... >_<
I stared at the nothingness in the confines of my mind... All was dark inside, and I could do nothing but think about what had happened over the last few hours. It all seemed like a familiar nightmare of a past life, whatever the hell that meant. I just knew what I was feeling, and I could almost pinpoint it with deep words of passion and meaning. I snapped to attention, as a loud squeaking pushed me out of the voids that were my thoughts. I sat up, and looked around. The fellow spirits of the boxcar were now alert, and stared at the door. I didn't know what was going on, and I looked around frantically. The spirits seemed anxious. Suddenly, I knew what was happening, and felt rather dumb for not realizing it sooner.
The train had rolled to a stop. The squeaky brake system only manifested that it was an old train. A train as old as death itself... I heard a noise from the other side of the door, and the spirits instantly rose from their positions. The door slid open, and Rusty placed a foot inside the boxcar, and leaned on his knee. "Alright, get yer fresh air. We don't have a lot of time for a rest stop- 20 minutes max." My eyes lit up. I had grown bored with sitting with a bunch of dead people inside a train older than dirt. I stepped out into what could only be described as an ocean. An ocean of corn stalks, wheat, and tall grass, that should be tickling my calves right about now. But the feeling never came, and a shiver ran it's familiar runway of my spine.
I had no feeling. I had almost forgotten. It was raining. I always loved rain. The feel. The smell. The sound. The way it glistened as it fell from the heavens. As I was, only two of the four sensations made it to my spirit. The sound, and the view. I no longer smelled, nor felt anything. When I was living, I would never have guessed that being without two senses would make such an impact on me... I took what I had for granted, and I only wanted it back now. This would come to be known as my first wish as a spirit: To feel the rain.
"Hey." A voice came from beside me. I turned and looked at the source of the greeting. A boy about my age, maybe a year younger looked back at me with the same sad eyes that I possessed at this point. Sadness... Thats all that I could feel at the time. "Hey." I replied. He stared off into the rain, just I had been before he had interrupted me. "Don't you miss it?" I nodded, automatically understanding what he was talking about. I looked up into the sky, and heaved a sigh. "Where do you think Rusty is taking us?" The boy turned, and looked at me a bit confused. "Rusty?... Oh! You mean the engineer of this train!" I nodded. He smiled a bit, before sitting down in the field. I followed suit. "I almost forgot his name... So much has happened in the last seven hours..." I laid back in the stalks of corn, and stared into the sky once more.
"So its been seven hours since you died?" I thought about what was going on, and felt almost odd for asking such a question. Not something I ever thought I would say. "Yeah." he replied. "I was in a wave-pool at a water park, and I was too tired to swim any longer. I called out for help, but nobody heard me. I went under the waves after my muscles gave out. I kept convincing myself that I couldn't end this way. All I can remember is my strength returning, and me surfacing." The boy paused for a moment, and then went on to tell the rest of his death. "I pulled myself out of the water, and realized that I couldn't feel the cement. It didn't bother me, because I figured it was just a side-effect to how tired I was. The life-guard dove in, and pulled a boy out of the water."
Again, the boy stopped. I was anxious to hear what he was going to say next, but I decided not to rush him. We had all gone through a lot recently. His voice came forth once more. "It looked just like me. I rushed over to get a better look at the scene. Thats when I realized that... It was me. I stared at myself, as the life-guard pressed an ear to my chest. She pumped on my a few times, but gave up after 10 minutes... I hated her for not saving me... I hated everyone at that pool... I still do. They ignored me like I was nothing." I closed my eyes, and did what I could to picture the scene. "After I died, I made my way out of the park, and began walking home. Thats when the Dead-Train came out of nowhere, and picked me up... How did you die?"
I stared into the rain, and began to explain how I had died in the crash. All that I saw. All that I felt. He was silent the entire time I told the story. After I told him about how my heart had been massacred, along with my body, he sat up, and looked at me. "I'm awfully sorry. I've never been in a serious relationship, so I couldn't comprehend what you felt." I stood up, and so did he. I turned around to look at the train, and noticed that a few of the spirits were sitting behind us. We had attracted a crowd with our tales. "Thats pretty tragic young man... I don't know what I would have done if Bonnie here had ever done something like that." The old man put an arm around the elderly woman, and she slightly smiled. I sighed. At least he had someone to be with for this ride... he had someone to care for.
I looked at my newest friend, and extended a hand. "I'm Tacey, but everyone calls me Tay." The boy grasped my hand, and nodded. "I'm Donnie." He sighed. "Well, I was... now what am I?" I looked down at the ground. I couldn't come up with an answer that that shockingly hard question. "I was Donnie... I never loved before. I never saw the ocean. I never left my state..." I now felt worse than before. At least I had done some fun things... this guy... he didn't get to live. Donnie looked down, and his wispy hair hung over his eyes. "I-I... What... I never got to live like everyone else... I... Why did we have to die at an age like this?... Its just..." he paused for a moment, and looked up. "Its not fair!" he began to cry... but the tears didn't come...
This...is creepy. XP But good.
Quote from: JQ Pickwick on August 30, 2007, 11:12:42 PM
Definitely a short story, it has that sort of narrative.
NO one seemed to take me seriously the first time... -_-
Anyway, can't read the objection, font's too small.
You know, this really does make you think . . . Excellent work, ZV! Keep 'em coming!
Too creepy. Too good. XP
ZV, you seriously need to take a job as a writer. This is brilliant. I love it.
The grass swayed like my feelings of life after death. It came to me like a dream of a dream that I didn't wake up from until the dream inside the dream ended. Then the real dream was cut short, and the eyes of my soul were fully open. I had no idea what life was, or how short it could be. Never did I think the next one would be me. Just another soul reporting to death, like the many others who were waiting at their stop. The stop to their existence. I placed a hand on his shoulder, and I was about to speak, when a familiar rasp struck my ears. "Alrighty then, playtime is over." Most of the souls turned to see him, but I didn't have to. I didn't want to. I had hoped that I wouldn't look like that when I grew older as a wandering spirit.
Would I grow older? Would I remain as I was? Would I ever find peace? It struck me that I hadn't gone to heaven, nor had I fallen into the dark abyss of hell... was I just average in my behavior? What prevented me from finding my peace? I thought about this, as I turned to look at the large train, which sat so silently in the tall grass. I stared at the boxcar again, and looked back to Rusty. "C'mon now, we have to get moving again, or we'll run behind schedule. Everyone in the train." The word everyone struck me. I suddenly turned to look down the field, where the other boxcars lined up. How had I not noticed it? I haven't a clue. But hundreds upon thousands of spirits filled the field along the train. I took in a breath, and held it.
I couldn't help but stare at the thousands of dead people. Somehow, it didn't scare me. I used to fear the dead, and now I was marching with the rest of them into the train that would take us to God knows where. I stared up into the stars, and sighed. Had God forgotten me? Did Hell reject us just as Heaven had? Were the streets of gold too golden for my feet? Were the sins of my impure soul not fit for the home of the angels? Was I just good enough so that I didn't have to go to hell, and was I just bad enough that I wasn't allowed into heaven? I pondered this, as I stepped into the boxcar, and took my place in the pile of hay. My new friend laid down a foot or two from me, and looked at the ceiling. "Donnie... Why are we still here?" He turned and looked at me. "You mean on Earth?"
I nodded, and looked back to the ceiling. "Has God forgotten us?" He shook his head, and responded, "God wouldn't forget us... but then... why
are we here?" I smiled slightly, glad that I wasn't the only one wondering, but it quickly vanished. "I don't know... I can only guess that we were too good for Hell, and to bad for Heaven." Another voice came from my left. It was cracking, and I knew instantly that it was most likely the old woman we had seen earlier. I turned to see her, and her husband who sat next to her, watching the people enter the boxcar. Her words made sense. "Listen here now... God has forgotten nobody. I believe that for some reason or another, he left us here for a reason. I think that our lives were cut short from his plan, and that our souls still have a purpose here..." My eyes widened. It made a lot of sense, and relieved me in a sense.
She smiled, and extended a hand and rubbed my wispy shoulder. "It will be alright, I'm sure. Just give it a bit of time." I watched as the last few souls boarded and the door slid shut. I turned and looked to see of Donnie had heard her words, and he obviously had from the look on his face. He turned and stared again at the wood ceiling. "Time..." he muttered, as he smiled. "Yeah... we just have to give it time." This brought a bit of a smile to my face too. It gave me hope. That hope suddenly turned to confusion, as I heard a screech from outside. Why were we stopping? What was going on? Last I checked, Rusty was in a bit of a hurry. Thats when I realized that we weren't slowing down. A few souls, including me and Donnie stood up. "Whats going on?" Some man said from across the room.
Suddenly, two figures across the room stood up. I had noticed them, but they had been silent the entire time. I figured they were just antisocial. They walked to the center of the boxcar, and removed their hoods. One was a man, and the other was a woman. They looked about in their mid twenties, and had stern faces. Suddenly, the woman spoke. "Everyone calm down. We're not stopping. Just sit down, and relax." The man stepped forward, and nodded in affirmation. "We'll handle whats going on, just sit back, and enjoy the ride." The two turned towards the door, and opened it just enough for the two of them to squeeze through. Then, the man did something that frightened me a bit. He removed a sword from his cloak, as he closed the door.
I stared at the door for a moment, another horrid screech erupted from outside. It really did sound as if Rusty had slammed on the brakes. It slightly scared me that the man had drawn a weapon. What was he going to cut? I began to ponder, as I nudged Donnie. "Dude... did you see that?" He turned to look at me, and when he saw the look on my face, he immediately wanted to know. I shook my head, because I convinced myself that it was my imagination. "Never mind." I stated flatly. The man was probably just going to fix a wheel with a tool that resembled a blade. I sat down in the hay, and tried to relax like I was instructed to. However, now that I had mentioned that to Donnie, he now wanted to know more than ever. "C'mon! Tell me! What did you see?" He pleaded, as stared him in the eye. "It was nothing! Just my imagination, so chill out!" He looked at me skeptically, and gave up.
He sat in the hay, and leaned back into it. "Fine. You don't have to tell me if you don't think you can trust me." I sighed, and turned over. I had to tell him now. "Well... did you see that man?" Donnie's eyes lit up, as he realized that I was about to tell him. "Yeah, with the brown hair? What about him?" I glanced at the door to the boxcar, and turned back to him. "Did you see him... pull a... a..." Donnie nodded slowly. "Yeeesss?" I finally spat it out. "Did you see him draw a sword?" Donnie got a blank look on his face, and rolled his eyes. "C'mon dude... a sword?" I rolled my eyes as well. "Told you it would sound silly." I was about to say something more, when something happened that nearly made me lose bowel control. Something made a dent in the outside of the train, right in the door of the boxcar! It was a
big dent too! A few people cried out in shock, as they moved away from the door. The boxcar now grew silent.
Everyone stared at the door now. Nobody made a sound now. Now that it was quieter, I heard noises. The screeches could now be heard in the distance, not as loud as before. Silent still, another dent was made in the door. I held my breath, as the door sustained a few more hefty dents- until it finally smashed open! Three dark beings shot into the boxcar, and flew around the room! They were fast, and could only be described as shooting shadows! Donnie and I backed against the wall, and screams erupted from the souls in the room! What I saw shocked me, and brought to me the first horrid thing I would discover about the afterlife. One of the swooped down, and snatched up one of the souls, and left the boxcar. I could still hear the man screaming, as he was carried away into the darkened sky! My eyes widened in terror, as one of the beings looked directly at the corner me and Donnie were huddled in.
I couldn't believe what was happening. It was all too fast. It shot towards us like a bullet, and before I knew it, my friend was no longer by my side. The being grabbed Donnie, and began to float away. Suddenly, everything around me was drowned out. I could only focus on the horrid being. Out of instinct, I rose from my position, and grabbed the beings cloak. Donnie and I made eye-contact, as the fabric of the phantom's cloak ripped from it, and fell back to the cabin-floor. Donnie disappeared into the murky sky along with the dark being. Suddenly, three people dressed like the man and woman who had left flew into the box-car, and tackled the third shadow. I couldn't even comprehend what was happening. I heard the horrible screech louder than ever, as the monster was killed by the flying spirits. The man's sword was drawn, and the woman was using a whip-like weapon, from which spikes emerged. The third spirit was an older man, who held a sword like the other man.
I only watched as it was killed, and the night air silenced. I still couldn't believe what had just happened. Another spirit landed inside the boxcar, and stood up. She had brown hair, and brown eyes. She carried a crossbow, and wore a cloak just like the spirits who had just killed the shadow being. I only watched as she advanced towards the group of warriors, and they began to talk silently among themselves. I stared out into the sky, and began to cry a dry one. I felt horrible inside. I then realized that I was still clutching a piece of the shadow's cloak. I looked at it, and studied it. It seemed to be made of a rag-like material. I clutched it, and stuffed it into my pocket. I could only wonder why we hadn't been informed of such creatures. Why did they want us? Somebody would be answering a lot of questions. I again stared into the night. They seemed to have retreated... Retreated with my friend in their clutches...
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Thanks for all your comments guys. They really keep me going. Thanks Whocares, thats what degree I'm going for in College actually.
Still great. Those things remind me of the dementors from Harry Potter, but they seem more like Grim Reapers then that. I can't wait until it's revealed what they are.
I didn't see much of harry potter, but I think I know what you're talking about. Back when the commercials for the game were airing they had something like what I'm describing. Anyways, yeah, I've planned ahead quite a bit.