AI_110 weekly update 13/09/10

Until a few years ago, writing has been a favourable thing of mine.OK here's the first part of the storyline. This is from the main character's point of view and his thoughts. This maybe put into a book at some point.

Section 1: An unusual finding


I was doing what I usually did. Talk about fate, now I’m stuck here trying to kill this jackass. Of course I start from the beginning every story starts from the beginning, well…mostly. Anyway I was 11.

“Hey Danny! Give us some,” I demanded

Now you’ve probably figured I’m not gunna write my own name. Oh what difference does it make? Only a handful of people know it. Of course I have to use an ALIAS.

Danny passed me some chips. We walked silently along my house’s path. Just as I stepped in the house, I had a shiver run up my back. Some wacko might say it’s a ‘guardian angel’ trying to warn me. I’d read a few books about a guardian angel. The books were good, but I didn’t believe in guardian angels. Danny and I went into the kitchen. This is probably where I should’ve started this story mind you. Anyway, we went into the kitchen, and saw blood over the fridge, the wall and the sink. My mother was sprawled on the ground of the kitchen. Blood was gushing out of here head and neck. How long we stood there I don’t know, could’ve been 2 seconds could’ve been 2 hours. One of arms was pointing at an unnatural angle. I could feel hot tears forming in my eyes. I could hold it in no longer, I let tears go all over the place, I kneeled by her side. I don’t know why but a word flashed in my mind. Pulse. I quickly put my two fingers somewhere around her neck. Nothing.

“No!” I cried

I searched different places around her neck, by now Danny was kneeling down with me. And then, a pulse! She was alive! Just.

“Quick let’s call an ambulance!” Danny shouted Danny.

I didn’t reply, I felt like it was a miracle that she was alive. Well it was a miracle I guess.



The next part of the story takes place in the hospital. My mother for the first time is awake. I was really stressed because Danny and I had been down to the police station for hours. We had to explain the story over and over. They didn’t let us in the same room in case Danny’s story was different to mine. Of course they were the same. My mother’s eyes fluttered then stayed open.

“Mum!” I cried.

I jogged closer to the bed. I could clearly see large stiches all across her neck.

“What happened?” I asked.

“I’m sorry if I scared you. I can remember what happened vaguely,” answered my mother.

“Really?” I asked.

I then remembered to keep my voice down. If someone heard me talking to my mother than they would tell the police she’s awake and well to be questioned.

“Yes. I was making us supper for us. Someone knocked at the door continuously. I opened the door but there was no one there. I thought it was just some door knocker. I went into the kitchen. A few minutes later, I heard someone-”

Her eyes fluttered, then her eyes rolled up and closed. She’d fainted.

“Mum, mum,” I whispered.

She didn’t wake up.

“Hey were you talking to her?” came a woman’s voice.

Before I could reply she hurried through the door.

Of course a few minutes later, some men in police uniforms came through.

They were talking to the nurse who saw me. They were whispering so I couldn’t hear what they were saying.

Now either you’re too immersed to realise this or maybe you have noticed this, I can remember every exact detail. This is because I have a journal I’ve kept all these years. I’ve written in it every day since I got it. Of course after a year of keeping it you run out of pages. I couldn’t just stick more in, so I took off the back cover page of my journal, stuck a couple more hundred pages in and glued the back cover page where it’s naturally supposed to be after I’ve done the previous steps.



Anyway, the men had stopped talking and had walked over to me. I caught a smug grin, and then the ‘police’ pulled out their weapons and cocked them.

“Kid your luck just got a whole lot worse than your mother almost dying,” said one of the pretend police.

I then saw my mother’s eyes fluttering. She awoke, but only I saw her, because I was the only one looking at her. She woke up so stealthily. But the thing I saw most important about this, I saw a shimmer of a sharp silver dagger.

It's a bit long and you may not be interested in this sort of stuff.

 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
If you haven't caught onto it yet, I'm only doing frames that have a moron backround, these are drafts. The frames in the trailer will be semi-drafts.
 
Yet again that's all I have time for, see ya