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Charmeddude0

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Hey you guys, what's up? So I spent some time away from the forums, and I missed it. So I decided to come back. I wrote a story on here called They Call Me Valkyrie. I didn't like how it turned out so I took the first chapter, and rewrote the rest.

This new revised version is still under construction. I'm kinda writing it as I go along. I am more than open to criticism, critique, whatever.

Anyway, I hope you all enjoy it. I'm proud to present...

15-Aug-2012 09:43:49

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~ Rivers of Blood~

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They Call Me Valkyrie
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In the moonlight, their eyes met. Predator and prey stood just feet away from each other on a cliff overlooking the darkness that was Burning Blair Forest. The predator was a local psycho whose existence was a mystery to those of Crater City. And his pray was a young girl by the name of Jennifer Stone, who just so happened to be the Royal One’s daughter. Though they were very much aware of each other, they were very much unaware of the events to come.

Jennifer Stone had come to this cliff in hopes to escape from a trying, otherwise productive, day. Being the Royal One’s daughter was a job within itself. While she did*’t have to do anything, or have tasks assigned to her like the Royal Servants, she did have to keep up appearances as a perfect daughter. This cliff was the one place she knew where she could be at peace, away from the judgmental eye of the public. Before today, she had thought nobody knew of this place. Obviously, she was wrong.

Jennifer Stone stared the strange man in the eyes, his gaze leaving her petrified. He had a disturbed face; his eyes looked as if he’d seen the worst life had to offer. His body suggested he’d caused it. Clad in black from the neck down, he looked like the human manifestation of the Reaper. Silently and threateningly, he advanced towards a terrified Jennifer.

“Who’re you?” she trembled; shocked she was even able to speak at all. “I’ve never seen you before.” That was a lie. Everyone in Crater City has seen his serial killer face, but nobody has had the privilege of surviving through a conversation with him.

His thin, pale lips spread into a twisted grin, showing his face in a devious light. The way the moonlight bounced off his bald head and into her eyes did*’t help. “But I’ve seen you,” he said, eerily. His gaze was locked on her, sending a steady stream of terror into her soul.

15-Aug-2012 09:44:55

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“Everybody’s seen you. You’re the Royal Daughter, Jennifer Stone.” He spoke her name with equal parts sarcasm and hatred. It certainly did*’t help chill Jennifer’s mood.

And he was silent, but he did*’t need to speak for Jennifer’s fear to grow. She began to shake, her eyes widened, and tears began to form. There she stood, paralyzed, fearing this man’s hold on her more than anything. “Who… who are you?” she asked again, her voice muffled by tears.

He advanced closer, reaching out and touching her cheek. He wiped away tears from her face, “You have no need to cry… I hate it when beautiful girls cry… You’re a beautiful girl, Jennifer.” His tone grew eerier and eerier with each word. Jennifer quivered uncomfortably under his touch. She hated being this close to him, a man whose reputation was stuff of urban legends and ghost stories. In that moment she prayed this would end well.

“What’s your name?!” she demanded fearfully. She pushed as much strength as she could. In this state, it was a futile effort.

“Will you fear me less if I have a name?” He grabbed her face in a sudden rush of anger and rage, and she instantly burst into tears. The fear welled up inside of her, bursting out in a single, startling scream. The strange man did*’t care. No one would hear her. “Shut up!” he shouted, grasping her face tighter, holding it just inches away from his own. So close, his breath burned her eyes. *Shut up! Fine. Fine, you want a name? It won’t make things any better. Worse, actually.

“They call me Valkyrie.”

He let go of her face and wiped his hands off onto his black long jacket. Her face was beat read and soaked in tears and sweat. She was exhausted over the shear intensity of the situation. She felt helpless, an emotion the Royal Daughter wasn’t used to. Daddy could fix anything just as long as she asked. But Daddy couldn’t fix this.

“Now stop crying.” His voice was cold, demanding, and completely unsympathetic to Jennifer’s fear.

15-Aug-2012 09:45:36

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Jennifer backed away; unaware as to how far she was from the edge of the cliff. She hoped she would fall, and land at the bottom. Somebody would find her body, mangled and broken from such a harsh impact with earth. It seemed like a better death than whatever was going to happen to her. “You want me to stop crying? Let me go. I’ll be the happiest girl in the world.”

Valkyrie laughed at such a ridiculous request. “And, what? Let you run off to your daddy and cry the big bad Valkyrie held you hostage? I can’t let you do that.” He advanced closer, so she stepped back further. She looked over her shoulder, she was there.

It’d be now or never. With one step, she would fall to her death and the Royal Daughter, Jennifer Stone, would be no more. It was a death she had accepted over the last fifteen minutes of terror. And it appeared much more appealing that letting this Valkyrie kill her. However, no matter how hard she tried, she couldn’t bring herself to do it. Valkyrie’s hold on her was now stronger than ever.

“I was going to try and be friendly, even. I was going to deceive you, make you believe I wanted to be your friend.” Valkyrie stepped closer, Jennifer did*’t – couldn’t – move. “We were going to have a moonlit conversation. Maybe we’d flirt. Maybe we’d kiss. And you were going to confide in me how you wanted to die on this cliff, how you wanted to kill yourself on this cliff because it was the only place of peace you knew. That’s why you came here tonight, wasn’t it?” He was right, and Jennifer couldn’t believe it. How’d he know? She could feel herself becoming faint, overwhelmed with terror and anxiety.

She fought to stay conscious. She did*’t want to give him the pleasure of having her unconscious, a free body to play with. With a twisted mind like his, who knows what he’d do?

15-Aug-2012 09:46:20

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“I’ve read you diary, Jennifer. I feel like we’re best friends.” Valkyrie advanced again; he was now just centimeters away. He placed his hands on her face firmly. “I put a lot of effort and thought into this, but I guess my entrance was sloppy. And now there’s only one way to get the end result I want…”

It was over, there was nothing for Jennifer Stone to do but plead and cry for mercy, questioning the Valkyrie only in her mind. Valkyrie grinned crazily and snapped Jennifer Stone’s neck silently and with ease. And, with a single push, he sent Jennifer Stone falling over five hundred feet to the darkest depths of Burning Blair Forest, where, Valkyrie thought, no one would find her broken, mangled body. In the moonlight, he stood where she once did, thinking of those he had killed in the forest below, and mentally adding Jennifer Stone to the list. However, to his disbelief, this would not be the last he would hear of Jennifer Stone.

15-Aug-2012 09:46:55

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~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
"It'd Been Weeks..."
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It’d been weeks, and he couldn’t get over it.

After the forest fire, the Burning Blair Forest had been blocked off by magical wards, preserving what the Royal One thought was a crime scene. Ever since the forest burned down the same day his daughter, Jennifer, went missing, he’d been a little paranoid. It’d been at least half a month and there’d been no sign of her. While the Royal One worried, he wasn’t the one who obsessed.

It’d been weeks, and he did*’t understand.

Everybody stopped visiting the site. The citizens of Crater City, the adjacent village, thought the Royal daughter died in the fire. They believed the forest was her burial ground, so that was where they paid their last respects. But such sentiment disappeared after about three days when everyone realized they did*’t actually know the girl. She was the royal daughter and nothing else, for all they knew she could’ve been a heartless witch who plotted to summon the same meteor that scarred this very earth and destroy the city. For all they knew, her death was for the best.

It’d been weeks, and he couldn’t believe their ignorance.

Death was death and that was all. But he did*’t see it like that. Jack Miliere knew that wasn’t true though, he knew there was something more. In his black overcoat, boots, and gloves, he stood at the edge of the site, almost touching the wards. He was tall, physically strong, and almost imposing looking. His face was stern, cold, with strong features. Despite his ominous figure, his eyes were deep and gentle, little pools of blue, with streaks of worry swimming about. Due to the past month, his mouth seemed stuck in a perpetual frown. He’d forgotten if he knew how to smile. Something was very wrong, and he couldn’t figure out what.

It’d been weeks, and he hadn’t gotten a single vision.

15-Aug-2012 09:48:34

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Perhaps it was time to give up, jack thought, maybe this forest fire was just that, a forest fire. Perhaps there was nothing spectacular about the way the trees were scorched, yet there was no trace of ash on the ground. There must be nothing wrong with the fact that the dirt was overturned, as if things were being dug up. But, just as Jack was beginning to lose hope, something appeared in the middle of the scene.

A petite woman, dressed in a black dress, with skin as white it was as if it wasn’t even there. Perhaps she wasn’t even there, because just as she appeared she disappeared. “What was that?” Jack muttered to himself. “Must’ve been nothing.” Jack decided he projected the image and that it was nothing but his imagination.

Discouraged, he turned to leave, just to be stopped by a guard. “Where are you going?” asked the guard.

“I’m leaving… there’s obviously nothing here,” Jack replied, disappointed. Suddenly, the guard morphed into the same woman he saw, and then flashed back to the guard.

“You can’t leave, not yet,” the guard chanted. He spoke with the sound of a thousand voices. Jack eyed the guard curiously. This was exactly what he’s been looking for for the past months. “You haven’t found what you need to find yet.”

Jack grinned childishly, “What is it I need to find?” This was too good to be true, Jack thought. He knew there was something different about the forest fire.

The guard smiled mischievously, he flashed again, and the woman was back. But just as she arrived she left. “It’s a shame about what happened to Jennifer, isn’t it?” the guard said with a voice that was his own. Jack’s smile instantly disappeared.

“Yeah, it is…” Jack muttered, frowning. “We never did find the body.”

“No** The guard shook his disappointedly. “I bet the killer has it stashed away somewhere. You know I heard a rumor that it was one of the locals who did it.”

15-Aug-2012 09:49:16

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It was true, Jack had heard of this. Rumor had it a local psycho by the name of Valkyrie killed the Royal Daughter. Valkyrie did*’t associate with anyone… or maybe nobody wanted to associate with him. He was mysterious, dark, and dangerous according to the citizens of Crater City. His entire existence was shrouded in rumors of murders, some even called him a serial killer, but nobody had proof of anything.

Jack did*’t believe this rumor, but he thought it was worth checking up on. Besides, he was desperate. “Yeah, I heard that too… say, where does this Valkyrie live?”

The guard shrugged. “Some apartment building in the city. I’m sure you could find him though, what with your magical powers.”

“Gifts, sir, not powers.”

“Yeah, whatever. You mystics are all the same to me. You can see the future, you can find things real good… you can basically control reality if you wanted to. You have powers,” the guard scoffed. Jack shrugged, and laughed. It was true, mystics were powerful. But nothing made Jack feel more powerless than this case.

“Whatever you say, my friend,” Jack replied weekly. “I’ll see you around.” He stepped around the guard and towards the city gates.


* Weeks Ago ~


For hours, Jennifer Stone laid there alone in her own clearing in the Burning Blair Forest. The news of her death rippled throughout the forest. The trees stood with a solemn solitude unlike any other day. Their leaves swayed with sadness, and the bushes and other shrubbery rustled with unease and despair. Before the human world even knew Jennifer Stone was dead, she was missed.

15-Aug-2012 09:49:55

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Broken, bent, bruised, mangled… even in death, Jennifer Stone was an image of beauty. Her bones seemed to break perfectly; her skin was cut in ways that complimented her features exquisitely. It was as if she had gotten her wish after all. Blood trickled from her twisted body, creating little veins that ran throughout the forest. In that moment, in the little rivers of blood, the forest came alive.

“You poor soul**

The earth began to shake, the dirt began to shift, and bodies began to rise from the ground. Men, women, children, every corpse was mutilated similarly. They levitated in the air before disintegrating into the air. Jennifer Stone’s corpse arose, bathed in an aura of white. Cuts healed, bones mended, she looked as if nothing happened.

“All of you… you poor souls…” she muttered, her voice echoing through the forest. She touched the ground gently as if she was touching a baby. “He disgraced this sacred land, this burial ground of the damned. He will pay,” she chanted, her voice growing angrier with every word. “He will never kill here again…” She stood up and approached a tree, arms outstretched. She touched the tree, and it instantly burst into flames.

The spark jumped from tree to tree, until it engulfed the entire forest. Jennifer Stone smiled as she disappeared into the smoke.

15-Aug-2012 09:50:22

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