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 Posted: Fri Jan 08, 2010 6:11 pm
Finally reaching the church, Dustry took off his shoes, placing them in the box, then stepped inside. The dark room smelled of the familiar incense and smoke, and the room still gave off the same familiar, welcoming aura. Most people would think that the dark, almost abandoned building would be unwelcoming, but to Dustry, it was almost as if his mother and sister were calling him in.
The purple haired boy sat down in front of the alter, pulling his legs underneath him as he knelt down to pray. He clapped twice, bowing his head and closing his eyes. 'Please forgive me, for I was late.'
He began the prayer that he had been taught from a young age, had been forced to recite every morning and every night until he turned thirteen. The japanese prayer that he was so used to just flowed evenly from his barely moving lips.
eien notameno heiwa de yasumu youni . 5 gatsu heiwa noanatano seishin no nokori ha seishitsu to , anatano bi sekaijuu de hiroga ri . watashi ueno udedokei , watashi ha watashi wo ima notokoro mite shimatta , mata , inoru . arigatou
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Posted: Fri Jan 08, 2010 6:41 pm
Suddenly, Olan felt a hand at his shoulder and he jumped, scrambling to the side of the bed nearest the window to open it and shoot. The loud bang filled the room and probably stunned the intruder. Turning around to face whoever or whatever was there, he held the gun right at a dark image. It had a face that resembled the face, that terrible, hellish face, in the smoke from 9/11.
Now Olan was tempted to jump out the window, but that would mean instant death or severe injury. Right now, when the apparently only way to escape is by comitting suicide, he was trapped. The door was locked, he was sure, from both inside and out.
"Finally, we're alone," the image said. "I can't stand going near that boy you were with." The black thing started moving toward him without even having to walk around the bed. It simply walked through it! "Let me guess, you want your voice back? Well, I won't give it back to you just yet. First, you must agree to assist me."
Olan shook his head. He wanted so much to tell the demon to just give him back his voice and then go away and leave him alone. Couldn't the demon just go find someone else to manipulate or such? Why out of all people did he have to be chosen?
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Posted: Sat Jan 09, 2010 5:49 pm
The sound of a gunshot filled the empty room, echoing off of the walls and ringing in the ears of the purple haired boy kneeling before the alter. His eyes opened automatically as he turned his head slightly. He knew what that sound was. He had given Olan that specific pistol because it made a very distinct sound. A high pitched ring that was unlike any other gun.
Dustynn burst out of the church, only muttered Shitsurei Shimasu as he ran out, grabbing his shoes as he ran. THe pavement was cutting into his feet, caking the ground with blood and getting dirt inside of his body, but he ignored the pain as he kept on running. He wasn't going to let whatever it was inside his room get Olan, and steal something more from him.
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Posted: Sat Jan 09, 2010 6:00 pm
Olan felt the demon's black hand grab his neck and slightly choke him, causing him to try to wriggle out from the creature's grip. Another hand grabbed the gun from him and pointed it at his forehead, and he stopped struggling right away. The demon proceeded to choke him and soon the lack of oxygen caused him to fall limp in the creature's arms. It was then that the choking stopped and Olan was thrown onto the ground.
Black and red vines that burned like fire materialized from the ground and began wrapping themselves around Olan's limp body. A vine twirled itself around his neck to keep him from gathering enough oxygen to allow him to move and struggle, since the vines, despite their many numbers, were extremely delicate.
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Posted: Sat Jan 09, 2010 6:20 pm
Dustynn burst through the door to the gang building, adrenaline singing throughout his entire body. He heard a slightly choking sound coming from upstairs. The purple haired boy ran upstairs, grabbing a gun from his back pocket. He knew that it was against Shinto policy to carry a gun into the church, but he couldn't resist. The monks there had begun to allow it, since they knew their young member's occupation.
He made it to his room, unlocking it with a key from his pocket. He gripped the knob with his hand, squeezing the living daylights out of the knob if it were alive. The choking had stopped, and the fear that Olan was dead was running through his mind. Dustynn ripped the door open, pointing the gun at the dark figure hovering over the limp body.
"What the hell do you want?!" He screamed at him, feeling near his boot for a knife.
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Posted: Sat Jan 09, 2010 6:38 pm
Olan saw the door slam open and Dustynn, his savior, stood there. The demon then turned its gaze to the door, and Olan a look of anger with a bit of fear lit its eyes. Almost immediately the vines disappeared and he could breathe again, but he still couldn't move. Instead, his vision only began to blur. He then panicked and tried to stay awake, but things only got worse.
Before long he felt arms wrap around him, but he didn't know who the arms belonged to. The owner could be the demon, or the owner could be Dustynn, or he probably just imagined the arms. Nonetheless, before he could look at the owner of the arms, he lost consciousness.
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Posted: Sat Jan 09, 2010 7:08 pm
"Olan, Olan...? Olan, man, answer me!" Dustynn muttered over and over, holding the younger boy in his arms. The boy had lost consciousness a little while ago, and Dustynn was sure that he was just exhausted, but he didn't want to take that risk. He kept on shaking the boy lightly, trying to figure out if he was going to wake up or not. "Olan...?"
Finally, he gave up, setting the boy on his bed and closing the window. He decided to sit and wait, since he somewhat figured that whatever the hell came inside only came because he wasn't there. He didn't even dare advert his gaze for a second, leaving his church top on even though tradition said not to. Screw tradition, someone he cared about was at stake!
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Posted: Sat Jan 09, 2010 8:15 pm
Olan didn't know how long he had been unconscious, but he did know that he woke up and saw the gang leader just staring at him, as if afraid to look away. He could understand why the gang leader didn't want to take his eyes off him. The creature did say that he hated it when Dustynn was around, though Olan didn't understand why. There was probably something about the gang leader that it hated, but what could it be?
As Olan attempted to sit up, he found that he couldn't move. It was as if the demon had taken his ability to move as well as speak. Was this going to continue to happen unless he either gets kidnapped by the demon or agrees to the terms? Olan was sure that this may continue until the first option, because he won't help the demon even if he was going to get killed. He'd rather not bring anymore trouble to the world.
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Posted: Sun Jan 10, 2010 12:46 pm
Dustynn looked down at Olan slightly as he woke up, pleased to see that the boy wasn't dead. But a small look of surprised jolted the boy's features, sending a shiver down Dustynn's back. Something was wrong, and it wasn't the fact that Olan still couldn't speak. It was something else.
"Olan... what's wrong?" He asked. He hoped it wasn't Olan's ability to move. If it was, then there would be no way that Olan would be able to move his lips, and they would have no way of communicating. Dustynn's thoughts went back to the demon. Was he the one who took away Olan's ability to speak? Then he was the one who was causing Olan the pain that he was in now, if he were in any pain.
Dustynn sighed, standing up and stepping outside of the room for a bit. He knew it was a bad idea, since the demon thing would come back, but he needed to get bandages for his foot, or risk infection. He quickly made his way to the closet on the other end of the hall, grabbing the bandages that he needed.
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Posted: Sun Jan 10, 2010 12:57 pm
Olan watched as Dustynn left the room. He wanted to saw something or do something to keep the gang leader from leaving, to keep away the demon, but all he could do was lie there and wait for him to return. So far, nothing changed about the room and no black image was present in there, but Olan could only hope that he wasn't just imagining things.
After a while, he began to feel his limbs again, and he sat up. Thankfully, he was just weak probably due to what had happened earlier. Maybe he had still been exhausted with fear or lingering shortage of oxygen when he had woken up. At least the demon had decided to let him move, or he had probably forgotten to take away the ability.
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Posted: Sun Jan 10, 2010 3:25 pm
Dustynn quietly entered the room, surprised to see that Olan was sitting up. So nothing had been wrong, Olan was probably just scared. The older boy wanted to walk over and ruffle the boy's hair, but his feet had begun to hurt too much. It hurt just standing, but walking was even more painful.
So the purple haired boy did exactly what his mind was telling to. He sat down right in front of the door to bandage his feet. The alcohol that he wiped across all of the cuts stung horribly, but he valiantly tried to ignore the pain. Wrapping it was even worse, since the rough material was literally rubbing against the raw skin.
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Posted: Sun Jan 10, 2010 3:48 pm
Seeing Dustynn apparently in pain, Olan crawled to the side of the bed nearest the door. Seeing the gang leader's wounded feet, he wondered if there was anything he could do to help him. In fact, that was the very question he mouthed, though he wasn't sure if Dustynn was paying attention. If he wasn't, it would be reasonable. Not many people can pay attention to someone else to know what they would try to say if they are occupied with their own problems.
Olan got off the bed, but as soon as he touched the ground it stung him and he jumped back on the bed. What the heck happened?! Touching the ground with his finger, a black vine immediately twirled around it and stung him, causing him to pull away. The demon just plain old won't leave him alone!
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Posted: Sun Jan 10, 2010 6:12 pm
Dustynn heard a slight hissing sound and a ruffle of the sheets, as if a hot iron had just been touched. He looked up to see Olan pull his hand off of the ground, and a black vine twirling around new the bottom of the bed. After bandaging his feet up, he walked over towards Olan. The vine skittered away.
"Do you want to come down?" He asked, holding out his hand to Olan. He wasn't planning on letting the boy touch the floor, since he wasn't sure how bold the stupid demon was going to get, but he wasn't going to trap Olan on the bed for the rest of his life.
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Posted: Sun Jan 10, 2010 6:33 pm
Olan nodded at Dustynn's question, though he didn't know what the gang leader was planning. Whatever it was, it was definitely better than staying on the bed. Staring at the ground, Olan watched as tiny vines seemed to taunt him, as if trying to insult him enough to get him on the ground. What the vines didn't know, if they could think, was that he didn't plan on touching the floor at all.
Looking curiously and helplessly up at the gang leader, Olan mouthed, "How are you going to help me?" It wasn't that he doubted that Dustynn would be able to help him out from the bed, he just wanted to know what he was planning to do to outwit the vines.
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Posted: Sun Jan 10, 2010 6:41 pm
Dustynn smirked, picking Olan up and tossing him onto his back, like a piggy back. "Good enough for you?" He asked, looking down at the vines as he spoke to Olan. He swore he saw a flash of red eyes from underneath the bed, but he shook it out of his head quickly. Must be the demon haunting his room or something.
Dustynn quickly walked out of his room, locking it from the outside. "He'll probably get out, but there's nothing like precautions." He muttered to Olan, looking over his shoulder to catch a glimpse of the white haired boy.
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