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Post by Patrick on Oct 14, 2009 15:00:52 GMT -5
Demons In Manhattan Part One[/center] A short story by Patrick D. Plot Whitney Harrison is a 19 year old boy who is in love with a male demon. Whitney is exposed to the dangerous world of demons and caught up in the middle of their battle but his demon boyfriend has other plans.
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Post by Patrick on Oct 14, 2009 15:27:58 GMT -5
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My name is Whitney. Whitney Harrison. And I am in love with a demon.
It's sort of funny how it all started out, well, maybe not that funny. Or maybe not funny at all.
It was a dark night, darker than most, and I was walking home from a late game...
I still had my uniform on. It was a baseball uniform, cap and all. I carried my bag over my shoulder as I trudged along the sidewalk, hoping to get past the cluster of buildings and hopefully see that bright moon or at least some stars. I could remember being totally freaked out by the shadows that I saw that night.
I turned a corner and walked down one of those deserted streets, you know, the ones with nothing but factories and lots of unowned property, yeah, one of those. I was in front of a black building and that's when I saw him.
He was ten yards in front of me. He looked dead at me, dead being the operative word for I saw my whole life flash in front of me. I know your probably thinking "How can you be that scared from seeing some man," well let me tell you exactly what I saw.
Standing in front of me was a 6' 4" monster with red skin. Yes, red skin. He was heavily built and wore black pants. He had no shirt on which revealed a weird tribal tattoo of some sort but the thing that scared me most were his eyes. Those burning eyes pierced through my soul, my heart. They were a fiery green and they were filled with evil. He stepped forward and I dropped my bag. I could have sworn I felt my heart drop too.
His hair was black, not just any black, but a deep, rich black that looked alive with energy. He was a demon and now he was walking towards ME.
I turned and saw the sides of my view flash past me, I had no idea my legs were even moving. Yeah, I was that scared. I then heard him laughing. I turned my head as I ran and nothing could have prepared me for what I saw. He stopped running, but what surprised me most were the two tentacles shooting out of his sides, right from the middle of his back I would guess. They squirmed about in the air like angry tidal waves. I guess I was so shocked by the sight, I didn't realize I was still running. I felt the impact of cold metal as I ran head first into a pole and saw the world go black.
The first thing I saw...no, the first thing I felt were warm arms cradling me. I was moving...very lightly. I opened my eyes weakly and saw HIM!
He was staring straight ahead, he didn't see me open my eyes. He carried me like I was as light as a baby. The movement I was feeling was...air. I gasped as I realized I wasn't on ground. He didn't seem to react to my surprise. I looked down. This guy was jumping building to building and I'm talking fifty foot jumps between each one. I started to cry. Yes, cry!
He landed on the next building and threw me down. Did he hear me crying and decided to let me go? God, I hope so. But when I saw the look in his eyes, I knew I was far from free.
"Batters up!" he cried as he approached me. His voice was deep, hoarse and alive with fire. If I wasn't so damned scared, I would have noticed how it made me feel almost drawn to him. His tentacles shot out and wrapped around my neck, lifting me off the ground, or floor, or ceiling, whatever it was, you know what I mean. He was choking me to death and there was nothing I could do.
Just when I felt my life practically getting squeezed out of me, the demon was hit with something pretty heavy from behind. He screamed in agony as the tentacle loosened from my neck, dropping me. When I recovered from the little fall, I saw that my attacker was being attacked, how sweet was this? But when I saw who joined the party, I didn't know whether to be grateful or scared even more.
The new arrival was a purple she-demon. She had on yellow and purple cut clothes with a long pointed tail and wild white hair. Her eyes were a menacing yellow and they shot like darts. It was then that they shot at my attacker.
"Orrick," she hissed walking closer. Her stride was very feminine, it had a catlike model strut to it. She even sounded like a cat. "I told you about trespassing into my territory," she purred as her tail wrapped around Orrick's neck. Payback, I thought.
But Orrick was stronger than her. He recovered from her hit and easily pried her tail from his neck. She made an angry scowl at him and jumped back.
Orrick raised his fist as if to hit her, but she was like twenty feet away from him. But instead of swinging at the air, the moment he swung his arm, a powerful, blue-crystal clear energy emanated from his fist and drove towards the she-demon.
She gasped in surprise and was hit dead in her chest. She fell down, for how long I don't know. Orrick then turned towards me. Gulp.
"P-please, I.." he picked me up with one hand and held me. I stared into his deep evil eyes. I've already thought I was dead twice that night, so I really wasn't scared for my life which made me look at Orrick in a different way. He was actually mesmerizing. I gently grabbed his arm, the one holding me up by shirt, and felt the heat greet my skin ever so nicely. I stared into his eyes and said nothing. I didn't know what was coming over me.
The she-demon recovered and was back on her feet, her pointed tail was aiming straight towards Orrick's back then a thought occurred. If she kills him, then she'll have me all to herself. The term 'pick your poison' just took on a whole new meaning. I decided if I wanted to stay alive, I'll have to avoid the psychopathic femme fatale at all costs. "Behind you," I shouted.
Orrick with his free hand withdrew a knife from his pants, it was completely hidden. He threw it at the she-demon's neck. It caught her. Wow, he was fast. The she-demon stumbled back as she incinerated into flaming ashes. The effect was quite nice, but I was worried about other things, like my life.
I just saved this demon's life, or I at least saved him from getting another powerful blow to the back. He smiled (if that's what you wanted to call it) and said, "Now, where were we."
ARE YOU KIDDING ME!? I just totally gave a head's up to this guy and he didn't even acknowledge it. This really pissed me off. And I did something I never thought I would do. I snapped.
"You know what. The least you can do is say thank you. I know nothing about you and you've already given me hell, chasing me, and not doing anything about it, playing with me like a damned fish, grabbing me, throwing me down, and then grabbing me again. Then the lady from hell comes and knock you on your ass, and is about to do it again when I save you and you don't even say Thank You! Evil bastard, you can kiss my- "
He then roared in anger, veins popping all over his neck and forehead. He drew me closer and was practically spitting in my face. "Quit, you cretin..." but I wasn't listening. The moment he pulled me that close to his face, I could smell his aroma. It was like a sweet sour scent with a hint of an animal like smell. It turned me on. Then, in the spur of the moment, I kissed him.
He stopped talking for I took him completely by surprise. But what took me by surprise was that he didn't pull back or stop. He kissed me back! After the kiss, he softened up towards me and I think I felt a magnetic pull towards him and knew he felt the same thing.
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