Competition entry... its not finished yet

The small black cube, half buried in the dry mud glinted ominously in the light, “I refuse to touch that,” Astrid told me gulping nervously, and I could see her shaking.

Cautiously I reached out a hand to pull it out, the contact sent jolts of electricity up my arm and I jumped back in surprise letting a loud yelp escape my throat.

“I think this is a really bad idea,” Max voiced his first coherent sentence whilst on our venture.

“What choice do we have? I want to know what’s behind the damn door too,” Hannah told him trying to sound brave, but her voice shook, and I knew that if I tried to use my own it would crack.

 The door was off limits, completely and totally taboo. Which of course made us want to see it more, see what was behind it, but the guards were there all the time, every day and every night.

It was a dark child who told us about the lady. The lady behind the door, we were surprised, because we are all light children, angel children, bright, strong, beautiful and good. The dark children don’t speak to us, don’t acknowledge our existence the way the adults do.

When we heard about the woman we were so sure it was a story. That he was laughing at us, having a joke. However when we stepped closer to the door one night after lights out, we heard her. Not a dark child trick either, a solid voice from behind the door. She told us how to let her out, how to get in.

We never should have listened.

To release the lady and open the black door we had to gather several items that had been lost. The first ones had been easy, all we had to do was sneak around for a while and take them from desks, easy. Then it got more challenging, Astrid got bolder, she became so different that in the weeks that followed I had to take a double take every time we met. When her eyes glowed I swear there was a tint of red. Max and Hannah became more with-drawn and had a tendency to mumble to themselves, like the people in the institutions.

I never would have expected how unruly the woman’s voice would make me. She started talking to me while I slept. Whispering. Calling.
 Under her influence I became violent and unpredictable, in this knowledge I became afraid, but for some reason, I couldn’t stop the search for what she needed. What I needed.

The cube was the final element, it would set the divine lady free, but I wasn’t so sure about that anymore, something was telling the angel part of me that this was demons work, and yet I couldn’t stop my legs from carrying me towards the door, as if I wasn’t even in control of my own body.
 Familiar places blurred into a pinwheel of colour as I focused solely on the door approaching us, and as the lady had promised. The guards were gone.

“Well done children” she cooed to us, and it felt good to be praised. The lady was truly a good lady, a kind and gentle lady. “Place it in the slot there, angel boy,” I know she is speaking directly to me and it sends a shiver of pleasure down my spine, I want to meet her, to see her so I do as she tells me, even though apprehension seems to have gripped everyone else, I can tell from Astrid’s face but she wants to meet the lady too, everyone does. Max and Hannah step backwards and I’m not sure if they’re going to run, but the thought makes me angry and my eyes glow, Astrid’s glow too, but this time I know they’re red and a feeling of revulsion settles in, “Your eyes…” she whispers and I think that perhaps my eyes are red too. Perhaps it is the lady, but it can’t be. The lady is our friend. She would never damage us.

Stories about assasins....

I've decided that it must be an odd thing for a teenage girl to enjoy writing horror and planning ingenious tortures... I have also decided that I don't care, for most of the things I enjoy are often deemed "odd" like playing skyrim..... reading and writing are apparently odd too.. I just don't get people :/

"follow her through the steps of madness, into the dark recesses of her own mind,"
"They told her she had lost her head, so she made sure to take theirs,"
"Every beautiful flower has its thorns, this one just has an eight inch blade and a thirst for your blood,"

Little quips I made up if a story I hope to write.... I don't know if I like them... or if its even a decent idea, its not even formed and I have sooo many unfinished projects... like my SP fanfic which I have decided to abandon for as much as I love and adore the books I cannot write within the constraints of a world someone has already created, this usually being why most anything I write is a fantasy

Merry christmas Lois!

Sorry if its terrible.... My computers been crashed for the past while, wrote it in a rush... don't hate me?

Skulduggery turned his eye sockets towards Valkyrie, took one look and started laughing, “What?” she pouted brushing the snow from her jeans and top, “Oh nothing,” he chuckled, knocking off the pile of snow that had accumulated on his young partners head, “Ugh!” she screamed in frustration, “I bloody hate this snow,” she cried, shaking it loose from her black locks,
“You’d be complaining about its absence if it wasn’t here so just suck it up and come with me to Ghastly’s,” Valkyrie scowled, “Shut up skeleton,” If skulduggery had eyes, he would have rolled them, “Very creative name calling Val, keep it up and I might feel hurt, eventually,” one hard shove from the shorter girl caused him to lose his footing on the slick pavement and fall over in his expensive looking suit,
“You asked for it,” he mumbled using the air to pull her down as well, throwing some more snow on her for good measure, “Skull, I hate you,”
“Yes, I can imagine,”
“just so you know,”
“I do,”
“I mean it too,” She told him pushing ahead of him and folding her arms, a very uncharacteristic pout forming on her face, “Are you pouting?” the skeleton asked, incredulous,
“Yes actually, and you’re not helping by asking stupid questions,”
“Your face will get stuck you know,” he poked her cheek, after a moments silence,
“You know, you make it very difficult to give you the silent treatment,”
“Is that what you were doing,”
“No Skull, No it isn't,” the two kept walking bickering and poking each other as they made their way down the rugged, dirty streets of Roarhaven, “This place is Christmassy don’t you think?” Skulduggery told Valkyrie, “Definitely, so… what’s the word… Oh I know, cheery, it’s very cheery,” she laughed, as she glanced at the graffiti-ed buildings and dingy shops, “Yes, you are a wonderful wordsmith, I applaud you. But you look like you’re going to catch your death so I say we get into the shop fast, give our wishes and leave,”

“You aren’t much of a party person are you,” “What do you expect?” Valkyrie shrugged, “Just promise you won’t take your present back this time,” “Promise your present won’t be stupid this time,” Valkyrie shoved him hard into the window of the shop and rushed inside,
“Ghastly! Merry Christmas!” Valkyrie shouted to the man who was somewhere, inside the shop,
“Hello Val, presents on the table,” he called from some-where in the back,
“Super,” Val mumbled, she wanted to stay home but she knew that she had to see her other friends even if she saw them more than her family.

 On the table there were two presents with her name on it, One was obviously the new protective clothing he had promised her, and the second was a large box of something or other, she shook it and poked the wrapping paper trying to figure out what it was, before giving up and tearing into it,
“Eh? Could there be more sweets?” Valkyrie Caine shrugged and dug into the large box of sweets.

“Hey Ghastly! Merry Christmas old friend,” Skulduggery reached into a pocket and gave Ghastly a small, neatly wrapped present, “Thanks, yours is on the table, next to Valkyries,” Skull nodded,
“Wanna bet she’s opened hers?” Ghastly laughed, “She’s only a child, of course she has,” they both laughed good-naturedly, heading into the main room,

“Val?” Skull questioned,
“Whoooo!” the teenager exclaimed practically bouncing off the walls, giggling like a mad woman, “Ghastly, what did you get her?” Skulduggery asked sternly, Ghastly stared at the hyper child,
“Sweets, I’m not much of a gift buyer, isn’t that what you give people?” Skulduggery hit his forehead with his gloved hand,
“Not her, She is positively as high as a kite when she’s ingested sugar, try getting her down, its like a squirrel on coffee,” he tried, and failed to grip the girls wrist,
“C’mon Skull! Lets go out in the snow!” she exclaimed, a high pitched squealing noise emitting from her throat,
“No, lets get you home Val,”
“I don’t want to!” She cried running past him and deeper into the shop,
“Some times I wonder why I keep her around,” Skull wondered aloud,
“Cause she boosts your ego and makes you feel like a hero, and she held your hat hostage,” Skulduggery groaned, “Ah yes, I suppose she does have her purposes,” they heard a loud crash and Ghastly winced, “But, sometimes…” he continued under his breath.

Three hours later, Ghastly and Skulduggery both, were exhausted, and so was Valkyrie, she was singing softly under her breath, swaying on the spot, while the two men hid behind an overturned table, “Think its safe?” Ghastly whispered,
“With her? Never, but just maybe, shes tired out now,” A loud noise came from behind them, they both jumped and turned to see Valkyrie sleeping on the floor, “Oh thank God,” Ghastly breathed,

“Let this be a lesson to you Bespoke, never and I mean never, give Valkyrie Cain Sugar,”

The travelling shovel of death

Just decided to kill off one of my characters and decided to use the tsod, simply because it's fun and in this years novel none of the deaths have been that different, and I felt things were getting sappy so decided to throw in a surprise killing.

Elia moved a strand of hair from her face, it was matted with blood and dust, all around her were bodies of creatures that she could barely look at, and faces of people, real human people with families and loved ones, and she had helped destroy them all, she turned her head away from them unable to hide her guilt. She glanced around at the other faces, the faces of her friends, relieved and smudged with dirt and blood whether their own or their enemies Elia couldn't tell, she watched Lucy as the more advanced healers tended to her properly, she watched Lacey jump around waving her top hat and yelling orders, and lastly her forest green eyes settled on Caleb. His muscled form bent over in exhaustion his dark hair turned gray with the amount of dust that had settled in it, his blue eyes closed and pensive, and Elia was over come with the emotion to run to him, protect and comfort him as a strange and unknown feeling of longing swelled within her breast.
She was to preoccupied with her thoughts and those surrounding her were either to exhausted or too engrossed in healing wounded that they didn't notice Greg rise slowly from the ground, straightening his midnight blue robes, his glare sets around the stone pillars falling on Elia, he snarls, "I will avenge you my dear sweet Cerys," he thinks, looking around him he finds a shovel used to dig the pit for water, he lifts it and limps over to Elia, silently and cautiously, raising the blunt dirt encrusted weapon high in the air, before lowering it down squarely on the back of her skull, effectively crushing it.
 
TADA! this was harder to write than it should have been... she kept wanting to make it perverse, but I have an age rating on my writing and those trains of thoughts were going waaaayy outside limits -shudder- hope you liked it though!

3rd skulduggery pleasant OC

Given name: Lola Dodd
Taken name: Shadow whispers
Age: Looks 15 but is really about 20
Loooks:
    - Brown hair, cut just above the shoulders
    - Green eyes, with orange in the left one
    - Around 5'7
    - Average weight, strong muscles
    - Spiral scar on her left arm
History:
Shadow's whole family were mages, but her father was a cruel sadistic man, who gave her a scar that doesn't heal properly, ever she wears a black elbow glove to hide it. She later murdered her father. She is an elemental and is trained to use different kinds of weaponry, and martial arts. She helps Celestia whenever the old woman who she had been living with dies and later helps Rilla too.

Skulduggery pleasant fanfiction... thing? part 1

Celestia turned on the girl opposite her, "You've been following me," she jerked one of her fingers, and the girl fell to the floor clutching her chest,
"I don't like being followed, generally stalkers are frowned upon anyway of course, but I especially don't like it," she placed a silver ring with black markings back onto her finger.
The girl on the floor doubled over, resisting the urge to throw up her lunch,
"You... You're like me," she choked, "I just moved here, I haven't met any other mages so far, and... I'm gonna be sick," she placed a hand over her own mouth,
"Not over me please, if you don't mind I just bought these shoes, and I'm afraid I can't help you find anything magic related around here, I don't get involved with other people, I'm too dangerous, that's why I wear this," she held up her finger so the other girl could clearly see the ring on her finger,
"It's bound see, means I can't use magic while I wear it," and she waved her hand around for effect, "What were you looking for anyway? The sanctuary or something?"
Celestia watched her stand up, she was paler than she had been when she had first rounded on her, and she was pretty darn pale to start with, she swayed on her feet for a moment, before brushing the dark hair out of her face, "Or something like that... I'm Rilla by the way, Rilla Styx," her breath was becoming short and shallow, she seemed to be finding it difficult to stand.
"Celestia Terror... Are you okay? You look like you're about to pass out," she stepped back, she didn't know what to do with a fainting person, cause if she caught her that would be like violating her personal space and she didn't even know her, but letting her hit the concrete didn't sound like such a good idea either
"I probably am... Don't worry about it, happens all the time," and she fainted, Celestia caught her arm and hauled her upwards so her body weight was against her, "Now what do I do? I can't leave you unconcious in an alleyway... Guess you're coming with me then," and she lifted her, the years of training her mentor had put her through were really paying off now.

My new Skulduggery pleasant OC who I will write about eventually....

I'm in a real mood for writing at the minute, but I don't want to plan for NaNo because I want to be calm, prepared and level-headed for the kick-off at midnight! anyone else doing it?
So, I'm writing the second skulduggery pleasant OC of the story I'll write eventually.... Most likely after November...

Taken name: Rilla Styx
Given name: Lily Evanson
Looks:
   - Slightly below average height
   - Thick wavy black hair, shoulder-length
   - Forest green eyes
   - Leanly muscled, can be weak for long periods of time because she's quite sickly, very thin
   - Very pale, with dark circles under her eyes
History: Her mother was non-magic, and tried her best to protect her daughter from what she saw as dangerous, when she found out that her husband could use magic she divorced him. She doesn't like Lily to visit her father because with her already frail state of health she doesn't want her to get involved in anything dangerous, treating her like an invalid, thus pushing her away and making her become drawn into the magical world, and her father is only too happy to pass on his knowledge because he doesn't know that she is unwell. She can't fight for long and can't use magic a lot otherwise she faints/coughs up blood etc. She can use a gun and a poison dagger.

She's an adept, who has the power of hypnosis, being able to put people into a trance and cotrolling them and their powers, this takes a great toal on her body so she only uses it when it's necessary. She prefers working on the tactical and plan-making side of things.