Well here it is guys! Chapter number 4! I hope it makes sense because I typed it up pretty fast. I was doing it to try and get into the real action pack, suspense sort of rush theme I tried to put behind the chapter... Well, I might as well put an emphasis on 'tried' just in case it's a complete and utter failure. XD
Um, this chapter is done completely from Ben's perspective. I would've done some from Jane's but she's not really needed for now and well if I had you would've had to have waited longer, so yeah.. I just think it's a miracle that it took me less then a week to get a chapter up! XD
Anyway, I hope you like it!
Chapter 4 - You "Thank god," Aaron said, sitting back slouching back against his seat aftger putting his stuff away "We're done for the night, no we can relax." "Yeah," Ben replied "But then there's tomorrow-"
"Yeah," Aaron replied, cutting him off "Let's not talk about that now, I want to get this out of my system entirely before I began to contemplate going through it all over again. I mean, we've been doing this for like 5 hours, it's just information overload." "True," Ben replied with a smile
"Wow," Aaron said looking at his watch "I better head back, it's getting late." "Yeah alright man," Ben said, closing his textbook and tucking his chair back in underneath his desk "I guess I'll talk to you later." "Sure," Aaron replied "See you tomorrow?" "Yeah, see you then." Ben said
And with that Aaron threw his knapsack over his shoulder and began heading out the door. Ben stood up and began slipping the books they'd been using back into his desk drawer, until he picked up one that he didn't recognize. It wasn't one they'd been using it had fallen out of Aaron's bag, as it was labelled upon the front 'Aaron Hummel'.
"D*mn," Ben said noticing it wasn't his "I better go give this back." he added, grabbing his jacket to shield him from the cold before heading out and trying to follow him. "Aaron!" he called as he slowly made his way down the steps "Aaron, you forgot your book." but he couldn't see him.
How had he gotten so far away in just a matter of minutes? It didn't seem possible. Though Ben could understand him bolting to try and get through this weather. Snow had started to fall and was beginning to cover the ground, and the wind howled and tossed through the sky almost like a shrieking voice of pain and anguish.
Ben shuddered over the ambience surrounding him, almost as though he felt a presence lingering over his shoulder, amongst the dark and deceitful shadows. Had there really been an abduction here? Ben thought. The feeling of the area certainly suited the idea at the moment.
"I think he's gone already," he said to himself "I should probably get back, it's not safe to be out here alone." "Right you are," he heard a voice behind him gripe, sending a chill up his spine. He spun around instantly, trying to see who had said it. But there was no one there. The shadows were playing tricks with his mind, putting ideas and images into his head that weren't really there. It was stupid, he just needed to calm down. There was clearly, nothing really going on.
"Okay," he said, his breath rising from his mouth as small clouds of mist amongst the cold, as his heart slowly decreased in speed and aggravation. "It's okay," he continued "There's nothing to be afraid of out here, it's just the dark." But at that moment, the dark was more then a contrast of light. It was a disguise, an ambience that would literally blind the strongest of senses, making it easy to misjudge any situation.
And as Ben slowly turned and began to make his way back to his doorway, he felt a hand suddenly grip his shoulder firmly and he was thrown back against the ground, Aaron's textbook flying from his hand.
He groaned in pain and held his hand to the back of his head and glanced around him left and right, struggling to see who or what had hit him. But he didn’t catch a glimpse of them, instead he caught another blow to side and was rolled over from the force of their kick, crashing against the concrete for a second time.
Then, the figure decided it was safe to show themselves and taking a somewhat risky move, leaping from the shadows and grabbing a hold of Ben by the shoulder of his jacket.
Ben struggled against their grip still not sure of who or what he was defending himself from, but he didn’t care. The fear of the unknown plagued his heart once again. He didn’t know what to expect, all he knew was that it couldn’t be good.
He’d hit a rock just a few inches across from him, which still lay stationery and in the same position. He slowly moved his arm across, inching with every second’s pass, struggling to grab a hold of it. Only to receive another savage blow on the side of the head as he crumple sideways in a heap from the impact, his mind rushing.
The figure leapt away from slightly and Ben took advantage of that, leaping out for the rock and crashing hard against the ground in the process. He hit his jaw hard against the solid concrete and felt the skin across just about every unexposed limb of his body breakaway, but the pain he felt at that moment was nothing compared to what followed.
There was a hot, burning sensation running through his leg suddenly with an indescribable pain. But it wasn't just that. Whatever it was that was digging sharply into his leg also had a feeling of sharp, sadistic metal like some kind of blade.
He shrieked in horror when he realized what was happening and lashed out with his other leg. It hit something. It hit something hard. He didn’t know what, but he knew it was human and he knew their had been enough impact in his blow to do damage to even the strongest of men; and he was right.
But even so, from the moment he got up he was slashed at again. He didn’t know what by, and he still didn’t the chance to catch a glimpse of who by, the only thing his instincts told him to do was move out the way as fast and possible, and that’s all he could do in time.
He felt the blade narrowly graze his skin as he moved out the way before grabbing the rock tightly in his grip and slamming it hard against the man’s face, watching him collapse into a heap upon the sick, concrete ground.
Ben crumpled to his knees across from him, dropping the rock and panting him in fear and the other half from the fatigue and anguish in his body slowly setting in on him.
“What… is going on?” he rasped to himself, just managing to sit up as he wipe some of the blood away that was beginning to seep from his elbow and in spots upon his face.
He struggled to his feet for a second time, leaving his attacker’s lifeless boy lying complete still upon the ground. He didn’t even take a second to study him careful, or even get a glimpse of his face. But the split second or so flash he saw of it when he drew back the rock to slam it into his face, all he saw of his face was black, except for two exposed parts that revealed his eyes. Whoever this was, apparently want to keep their identity low profile. I mean, why else would they be wearing a mask?
At first, he assumed he just gotten in the way of a burglar, but he broke into a run immediately after taking a moments rest just in case whoever this guy was had some ‘friends’ nearby.
He wasn’t 100% sure where he was going. He just followed the footpath, still dazed and in shock from his attack. He just kept charging along until he stopped in shock, his eyes falling upon the site of more men, dressed similar to the one that had attacked him before; and to make matters worse they were all standing around the building wreckage that was just a few blocks down from Aaron’s.
Ben dove to the ground the moment he saw them, pulling his body across and slipping beneath some shrubs that lay outside another apartment building. He gazed out carefully, not wanting to get caught but still curious as to what was happening.
There were at least four of them, all armed with weapons just like the guy he had ‘encountered’ earlier had and they were using them like tools now, poking around through the wreckage as if they were searching for something.
Ben slowly slid forward along the ground, still lying on his stomach, but keeping a fair distance from the men. He’d been beaten brutally after running into one of them and didn’t like the idea of going up against four of them all by himself.
“Have you found anything?” he heard one of them say to another, as they continued to poke through the rubble. “Nah, nothing,” a second replied “It’s empty here.” “Alright then,” the first replied “We should best clear out. Even if she did leave a message for her master, there’s no way he could find it in this mess.” “Yeah,” the second “Come on,” he called to the others “Let’s get going.”
They grabbed their weapons up and slowly made their way away [A/N: Way Away = awesome song XDD] from the site, leaving nothing behind.
Ben’s heart skipped a beat when he heard what they were talking about. They were referring to a girl, and a message. What kind of message though? A cry for help? This was all too strange to be a coincidence, it had to be real.
What were the chances of a girl leaving a note in a building desperately calling for help after a fire just occurred, which would later be raided by a group of men dressed like a small group of criminals in search of some kind of message? It was almost impossible.
As soon as they were gone Ben leapt from his hiding spot and raced over to the wreckage, kicking through the ashes in panic, trying to find where he had left it lying.
He glanced over his shoulder and there it was. Still lying amongst the small pile of dust where he had left it was the diary, still closed luckily, which was probably why the men hadn't suspected it. In a rush of determination he ran over and grabbed it, holding it closely to him and tucking it under his jacket, so hopefully no one saw him taking it.
He crawled past the dilapidated walls and slowly began to shuffle away from the site when he heard a voice that made him freeze completely. “Hey you!” it called. Ben’s heart skipped a beat, the area around him was completely empty. There was no chance that that call had been intended from someone else. Desperately Ben dove to the ground, still holding the diary close to him, his only cover from the person’s sight was the dark prison of shadows that surrounded him. -----------------------------------------------------------------------------------Haha, cliff hanger. XD Now respond or I won't post the next chapter! Mwhahahaha....
Post by ADJLFanatic on Apr 11, 2007 17:03:13 GMT -5
NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! Wait, I'm not done, Lewis. NOT DONE. *scream* NOOOOOOOOOOOOO! Ummm... Yeah, I think I'm done. XD Anyway...WOWZAH that chapter was... just... wow. XD OH and I love "Way Away" too. Hahaha. YOU GOOD AT RHYMING. XP Poor poor Ben. And... wow, that thing was really weird. I mean, out of all people, WHY BEN? I mean, wow, WHY HIM. Is there something YOU'RE NOT TELLING ME?!?! *points accusingly* AHA! You're waiting until the next few chapters! YOU SMART. You should be a WRITER. XDDD Fup. Anyway, more about the chapter... Well, I can admit that it was purdy scary. I mean WOWZAAAAH so weird and so hurtful and so... so.... sooooo... YEAH. I'M SO SPEECHLESS. And Aaron is so forgetful! Why won't he remember his things?! This wouldn't have all happened if that stupid guy didn't leave his book there in Ben's house. ALL AARON'S FAULT. *shakes fist* Yeah... nothing else to say. XD I LOVE DOJ. *huggles teh Spydee* Fuppp. Yeah. JUST UPDATE SOON MKAY??!?!?!!?
Raffi: *huggles teh Raffi* Uh, calm down? XD lol Yeah I'd say there is something I'm not telling you, seeing as the chapter isn't finished and you still don't know what is going on. XD Anyways, I'm glad you like it! Yush, Way Away pwns. Fup. But yeah, I'll try to get the next chapter up soon. Ash: XDD Yeah, like you've never written a cliffhanger before. Fup. Anyway, same with Raffi I'll try to get the next chapter and soon; and thanks you guys as always, for the reviews!
Anyway, I'll put this simply. New Chapter. Read. Reply. Hope you like. Next Update Soon. XD
Chapter 5 - Evil Angel There he lay, plastered to the ground, lying completely still as if he'd become a part of the pavement himself. He was cornered, and he was even trapped in a corner literally. There were so many ways he could run, but where? Into blind darkness, not knowing what awaited him upon the other side of it. It wasn't worth the risk.
But he couldn't stay lying here, he'd be done for otherwise. Every breath that left his body felt like his last as it broke the air, sending small clouds of mist sailing in front of face as if torturing him, rubbing what he believed to be his last few moments right in his face.
He had caught a glimpse of the person who called out to him, but they sure as hell could've caught a glimpse of Ben that was for sure. All he knew was they were slowly edging forward out into the wide-open space, armed with god only knows what.
Then suddenly, Ben remembered the diary that he still held tightly against his chest and the thought of calling for help crossed his mind. Exactly like the diary's owner before him Ben would desperately throw the book open, while trying not to make too much noise, and dig his hand into his pocket praying that he still had a pen on him.
His only hope sank when he felt nothing but an empty pocket and the panic slowly returned to him. But then he remember Aaron's book, which he still had with him, and sure even when he checked, there was a pen tucked gently between two pages.
"I owe you one buddy," he whispered to Aaron's book as he tucked under his shoulder, before turning across and pressing the pen gently against the page, but the outcome was not one that he had expected.
He almost jumped back at the sight, it was uncanny. He held the pen against the page, pressed it gently against the paper and moved it, trying to form letters, but by the time he'd looked down to see what he was writing, it had gone.
"What the hell?" he said to himself, before noticing the shuffling of footsteps slowly growing louder.
Desperately he pulled himself further away from the man approaching, struggling deep within the thick shrubbery he'd used for cover a few moments ago.
With that, he returned to the book. Studying it with a confused expression on his face. He grabbed the pen for a second time and held it over the page, deliberately letting a small drop on ink fall and splash against it.
Within seconds, Ben watched in disbelief as he saw the ink disappear from the page once again, as though the paper was literally absorbing everything he wrote down.
But he didn't care anymore, he didn't know who these people were but he learnt seen and now witnessed through his very own suffering just what they were capable of. He continued to write, printing the words carefully.
"You've got to help me," he said to the book as he scrawled upon the page, watching his words sinking into the paper soon to be nothing more. He was about to close the book when he heard another voice, different from the first. But Ben still froze completely when heard it.
"Master," the voice began, before stopping when he noticed the shifty look upon the face of his master "What is wrong?" he continued, staring out into the darkness where his masters eyes fell. "Someone is out there," the Huntsmaster replied after taking a moment to study the area "It's probably no one," the first man tried to continue, but was cut off. "Yes," the Master continued "They might be no one, but so long as they have eyes and a mouth to communicate certain information to others they are a witness. The last thing I want..."
"Do not worry, master," the second man replied "I told you, we will take care of everything. Now, let's head back. We can't leave the dragon on her own for too long." "Very well," the master said, turning away and heading down the pathway before he heard a sound, one that was not made by a human but still loud even to break the Erie silence surrounding them. A rustling, a loose piece of paper sweeping through the wind and landing by his feet. It was a small piece of paper with two words scrawled upon it. But not just any two words, names. "But until then," he continued, bending down and picking up the name tag that had fallen to the ground "I'm going to keep my eyes out for you," he glanced across, gazing upon the darkness "Aaron Hummel..."
At that moment Ben felt his stomach lurch, he grabbed Aaron's textbook up in his hands and looked upon the front. Sure enough, the nametag, which he had seen on Aaron's book, the reason he came out in the first place, was gone. It must've come off when he lying out on the pavement, probably around about when he'd to roll into the shrubs where he was now.
But however it happened, this guy... The leader of those men, who had no doubt from what he'd heard, kidnapped the girl who went missing from that building. The same girl who had left that diary entry, desperately calling out for help. But the strangest thing about it all was that those men had referred to them as, well as a dragon. In the same way she had referred to herself.
"But, what does that mean?" Ben thought, as he peered out from his hiding spot and watched the men slowly walk away. "Could it really be true?" he said out loud this time, studying the page she said it on. "Could she really be... a dragon?"
But then he noticed something, something that made all the thoughts on his mind leave him and fill with confusion evermore as he noticed a stain appearing on the page, as though something had been printed on the otherside.
"What the...?" he said, taking a closer look at the page.
It was impossible. The last entry made was the one he was reading now, and when he'd tried to write something it hadn't worked. There was no way there could've been ink on the page. Curiously, he turned it over to see what had happened.
For once, writing had appeared on the page, but it wasn't his own. It was a different handwriting and size, it had been written down in long, wobbly letters as if the person had been nervous or under pressure at the time. Even the ink was different, in the fact that it wasn't ink at all. It was dirt. But most of all, the message was completely different, yet still linked to what Ben had written in a way.
Where he had scrawled down a message there was what could've easily been a response, almost as if another person had written them. Carefully printed across the page were the words "I could use some help myself..."
Two hours earlier...
Jane sat up from the cold, hard bed on which she lay, darkness flooding her room like an immense tide. She groaned slightly and held her hand against her head, which was aching and throbbing at a rather intense rate. What from? Not even she was sure. It was either the thrashing she'd received from the Huntsclan or the thick, solid brick of a bed they were making her lie upon.
She struggled to her feet feeling dizzy and slowly recovering from the few hours of sleep she'd struggled to get that still hung heavily over her eyes. She'd been awoken by the sound of footsteps, trailing up a set of stairs. The only windows within the room she was being held in were too high to see through, so she still wasn't sure just how high up the building was. But with a set of stairs, it would've had to have been at least one story high.
It wasn't long before the footsteps stopped and she heard a rattling of a chain, followed by a slight rocking of the door as it was opened and the Huntsman stepped through once again, looking just as displeased to see Jane as she did him.
Jane backed off slightly as he made his way over, before she was eventually sitting down on the bed, her back turned to him. He came up behind her and glared at her over her shoulder, still irate about the decision she'd made earlier. She'd chosen to stay faithful to her master and not say where he was.
"Now," he said looking at her sternly "I told you. There's the easy way or the hard way, and you said no. It just gets harder from here on, but there's still always the easiest way out. It'll seem a little less easier each time you refuse to answer me, but compared to the punishment we will put you through, it will always be the easiest way out..."
"I'm not telling you where he is," she interrupted, stopping the Huntsman before he could even properly ask her.
"Very well," he replied "You seem very faithful to your master, I respect that. But that's still not enough. You could be the most respectable person in the world but that wouldn't stop me from the cutting the thread you cling onto everyday of your life." And with that he stood up again and made his way towards the door, unlocking it and gazing back at Jane one last time. "If you're not going to tell us where he is," he added, before slamming the thick steel door shut once again "We're going to find him ourselves."
Jane cradled her face in her hands, her back still facing the door that trapped her within the room. She felt helpless, and who could blame her? There was absolutely nothing she could do to escape, or call for help. No matter what decision she made, she would lose everything in the end. The only difference was that one way would be quick and harsh, while the other would occur over a large period of time and suffering.
Neither option was fairly appealing to Jane, and affected not only her life, but the lives of every member of her family and her master for that matter.
The only thing for her to do now was to try and not break under the Huntsclan's pressure and hopefully hold out until she was able to find some way to reach her master, or her family, or just escape at any means necessary.
She lay back against the bed once more, stuffing her hands into her pocket to try and stay warm. But as she put them in there and lay back against the bed she heard a ruffling from inside her pocket, and felt it against her hand too.
"Huh?" she said, sitting up and digging into her pocket to pull it out.
Though it was crumbled, though it was dirty and stained from everything she had gone through over the past 2 days, she could still recognize it easily. She held in her hand a few sheets of crumbled paper, barely staying together. Not just any paper, but blank paper that had been torn straight from a book, not even breaking the staple that held them together.
Pages from a diary...
Her diary... ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Ahh, teh crappy writing skills =D
The thing I really like about this story is I can just sit down and write a chapter in like an hour. Unlike some of my other fics... XD
So anyway, I hope you guys liked that! Uh, if you didn't 'get' me earlier, I'll try to update soon. Until then please, R&R! Wow, I'm suddenly motivated to talk normally again. XDD
Post by ADJLFanatic on Apr 14, 2007 18:18:32 GMT -5
Lucky for you, Lewis. I have to spend hours writing my AUA chapters, depending on the scenes. Sometimes I can write 10 pages in an hour, other times, it takes me weeks to write three pages. Hah... XD Anyway, WOWZERS. You totally updated again. Which is the bestest thing cause like, I love it when you update DOJ and I can leave you long reviews. =D *shakes Ben* YES JANE IS A DRAGON YOU IDIOT. Don't you see?! DRAGON. RAWRRR. And oh my gee, it's Aaron Hummel again. Why I would possibly take that guy out if he wasn't already in enough trouble. It's all the textbook's fault. Then again, Ben thanked it. Kind of weird, even if I blamed it myself, which is the second weirdest thing after giving one gratitude. XDD Oh em geezle, Jane's diary pages. WHAT'S SHE GONNA DO WITH IT?! OMG. XD Fup. Yeeaah. Wowzah I loved that chapter even if you used to take forever to update. XD Yuup. Just be sure to get the next one up as soon as possible, or at least before the rain starts falling from the clouds. (:<
Yah! More long reviews from my Cheesecake Buddy! Anyways, yeah in case you didn't notice I've been taking like a month just to get the next YTHR chapter up. Mainly because I was focusing more on ROS and DOJ, but still. XD So yeah, I really like the fact that I can get chapters out of the way really quickly with this fic.
So hopefully, I won't lose this role with DOJ I've been on lately. Otherwise the rain might start to fall from the clouds D: XD Seriously though, glad you like it! ;D
Chapter 6 – Until The End Jane held the paper in her hands, staring upon it with a puzzled expression on her face. She was certain that she’d thrown the whole diary itself upon the ground, when being captured by the Huntsclan, leaving her call for help behind. But apparently she was wrong.
Could these pages have come off the diary while it was in my pocket? She thought, recalling desperately stuffing her diary into her pocket that night to avoid from being caught with it out. That must've been the case, it was the only way...
She felt almost happy to see the pages from her diary again as they reminded her of better memories, better times back before all this had happened.
Maybe I could make another note? she thought, staring across at the one open window, sealed off by steel bars. It was too small for her to fly out of but maybe if she let one go out of the window it would get blown in the wind over to someone, anyone who could help her.
But as she placed the pages down across from her, she noticed something odd happen. Slowly, the page that had just been blank
'You've got to help me' it read. She picked up the page puzzled, and read them over again, wiping at the ink on the page as if not believing what she was seeing.
'I could use some help myself,' she replied before lying back against the bed and trying to drift back off to sleep.
… Ben – The Next Morning…
Ben rose his head feeling incredibly dazed and confused, as sunlight seared in through his open window and spilled upon his body. Everything that happened to him the night before was all like a distant nightmare, yet specific parts of it seemed to flash through his mind clearly, as if happening before his very eyes.
Had any of last night been real? Ben thought, as he slowly clambered out of his bed, throwing his covers aside. But as soon as he got up to his feet the question was answered for him. He felt an intense pain tearing through his left leg and his balance buckled underneath the weight of his body.
He sat back down upon his bed, grimacing in pain and examining his left leg. Sure enough, sinking deeply upon the flesh that hung on the back of it was a thick, bright red scar. The very sight of it sent a chill up Ben’s spine and an incredible anguish through him. But it wasn’t a physical pain, it was psychological, a memory flashing through the back of his mind. Ben remembered the fight he had gone through the night before just to survive, and the deep cut he had received upon his left leg in the process.
That man... Ben thought, the memories slowly returning to him Who was that?
"Okay," he said to himself, as his mind continued to rush but his heart gradually slowed its rate down once again "This must have happened, this must all be real. But why? What is happening?”
It obviously had to do with that girl who went missing He thought, as if answering his own question. I remember I was lying down in the shrubs trying to hide from them, and I’d just found her diary… again. It was right where I’d left it… But why had I gone out again?
Ben’s head was still spinning from some of the damage it gone through last night, which made remembering everything what had happened even harder.
Wait, that’s it! The answer suddenly flooding through his mind Aaron had forgotten his book that’s why I went out. I had it with me there in the shrubs that was right before they found his…
Then suddenly Ben stopped, feeling his stomach drop in fear. Aaron’s nametag. He had completely forgotten about it, and the fact that last night one of the men had picked up the nametag thinking it belonged to Ben who’d been hiding in the darkness.
They had Aaron’s name, and they thought he had seen them outside the apartment complex. They thought he was a witness.
"Oh sh*t!" Ben exclaimed, rushing up to his feet, ignoring the shredding pain in his leg as he desperately threw his shoes on and headed out the door over to Aaron’s house.
He stopped on the door and threw his fist against it desperately "Aaron! Aaron!" he cried desperately, concerned for his friends well being. But there was no response. Just a dead still silence filling the air around him almost as if the entire neighbourhood had fallen under been taken hostage.
He gripped the handle firmly trying to open it, but as he pushed forward it stopped completely. Something was holding it back. Had it been locked? Ben thought, before bending down and staring through the tiny gap between the door and the edge of the door frame.
It wasn’t locked, there was nothing holding the door shut. Well, nothing that had been designed for that specific purpose at least. The door was being held shut, by something else. But what?
Desperately Ben stepped back and threw himself shoulder first at the door, hoping to break through whatever was holding it closed. But unfortunately he just slammed into it hard and collapsed to the ground with an ugly thud, clutching his shoulder in pain.
He lay there groaning and seething for awhile before struggling back to his feet again and taking another lunge at the door. It hurt even more then it did the first time, but Ben felt himself falling through the door frame and realized he had successfully broken through what had been holding the door shut this time.
He got back to his feet and glanced behind him, noticing that the door had been barricaded off by wood. He panicked at the sight, feeling every hair on his body stand up as he cautiously crept down the hall not sure whether the house was completely empty or not.
"Hello?" he said in a half whisper, half cry tone of voice "Aaron?" he continued, as he carefully followed his way down the hall and over to his bedroom.
He edged the door open carefully after seeing it was shut, his hands raised not necessarily to try and attack whoever may be in there but to prepare himself for any unexpected attack. As the door slowly creaked open in a dull, echoing drone,
The room was completely empty, almost literally. Most of the furniture had been smashed or broken in some form with belongings spread out and run through all over the floor, which was also covered by thick shards of glass that had collapsed upon it from Ben’s bedroom window which appeared to have been shattered.
"Great," Ben said, his heart sinking "This is just great. What am I going to do?" he continued concerned, cradling his face in his hands. Ashamed and afraid by what was going on "They’ve got Aaron, and this doesn’t exactly sound like their first kidnapping... This is not good."
For a moment, Ben considered calling the cops, but what was he going to tell them? He had no idea who these guys were or where to find them, all he had was a story. They would never buy it, especially from a teenage boy who they’d probably pose as just ‘some punk kid’ trying to pull a prank. But what else was there to do?
He could wait for his parents to get back, but that wouldn’t be for several hours, god only knows what could’ve happened in that amount of time.
Then suddenly, Ben remembered the diary itself. He remembered holding it in his hands that night after getting it back from the wreckage of the apartment building. He had written in it himself, calling out for help when he thought he was in danger, only to get a response.
Could that have been her? He thought. It was in a way logical, after all the diary did belong to her. But other then that the idea seemed near impossible. Even if the diary was hers, how was it possible that I was reaching her? I mean, what is it some kind of magical diary? Ben continued to ponder, still feeling very confused over everything that was going on.
It doesn’t matter Ben thought, eventually making a decision It doesn’t matter how this is happening, it just is. If I can get through to her I might be able to help her and she might be able to explain what is going on. Maybe she knows where Aaron is too?
"I’ve got to try it," he said aloud "It could be our only hope."
And with that he rushed back to his house, heading back into his room and finding the old, worn book right where he'd left it. The writing on the page had long since gone, but he could still remember what it had said.
"I could use some help myself," Ben said, remembering reading it straight from the page the night before "It must be her," he continued "Why else would she need my help?"
But he wanted to make for sure first and scattered through the belongings that covered his desk, eventually finding a pen that he drew to the page and began to write upon.
'Who are you?' he scrawled, watching the ink dip into the page. It stayed there for a second before being completely absorbed by the page itself, sinking into the paper. 'My name is Jane… Who are you?' 'My name is Ben Burnley,' Ben replied eventually, still trying to fully adjust to what was going on 'and I know you're in trouble, I can help you.'
He watched carefully as the ink sunk into the page, before slowly dissapearing as his heart raced, waiting for answer. But nothing came, the page remained blank.
'What's happening?' he added after not getting a reply.
… Jane …
'... I know you're in trouble, I can help you.'
Jane couldn't believe what she saw. How did this guy know about what was going on?
But suddenly she heard the sound of footsteps approaching the door, and she rushed to hide the diary before the door was opened, and in stepped the Huntsmaster.
"Now I don’t know if I made it clear or not last time," he started gruffly "But things from here are just going to get worse." "Well, we could go through everything that happened yesterday all over again," Jane replied, getting irritated by the Huntsman "but I think I’ll save us time and give you the short version. I’m not telling you where he is…"
"Ah determination," the Huntsmaster laughed mockingly "I like that. It makes breaking your spirit a lot more of a challenge and frankly the last few people we’ve held captive were really too easy, it was no fun at all." He added sadistically. "What are you going to do?" she asked "Torture me until I let this out?"
"No," he replied "Why should I put you in physical pain? That’s just going to put you one step closer towards death, and you’re no use to me dead." "No," he continued "What I plain to do is plague your mind and soul with an unbelievably feeling of guilt."
"Believe me," Jane replied "I don't care what you do, it will never compare to the guilt I will feel if I know I was responsible for my master's death." "Alright then. If it has to be that way then so be it." he"Men, you can bring him in now."
Jane watched unsure of what was going, before eventually she saw five or six Huntsman dragging in a practically lifeless body of a young boy, roughly her age with long blonde hair and blue eyes that were only just hanging open.
"Hope you don't mind company Jane," he said, gesturing to the near lifeless teen's body his men gripped firmly in their hands. "Who is that?" she asked in shock "Oh no one in particular," the Huntsmaster replied "Just a case of wrong place, wrong time. But nothing we won't take advantage of. Men" he added, ordering to of his Henchmen to grab her firmly by the arms and hold her in front of the boy who had been slumped lifelessly into a chair.
"You see Jane," he continued "You can try and keep that information to yourself thinking it would be better to kept locked away to try and save a life, but you don't realize that someone is going to die regardless," he added, before producing a thick rope in his hand and taking it over to the chair that boy sat lifelessly in, wrapping it tightly around his throat.
Jane watched in sight as she saw him trying to choke this boy of about 17 to death. The boy struggled and fought against his grip, trying to struggle out as he spluttered and coughed in pain his face slowly turning shades of red.
Jane trying to turn away in horror, but the men holding her also had a firm grip on her head making her watch every second of this boy's torture.
She tried to close her eyes, hoping that eventually the Huntsman would stop and let him go, but when she opened them again she could see that he still had the rope firmly strung around the boy's neck; who's eyes were slowly growing heavy and closing as he let out one final rasp, his head as he passed out.
"Okay!" she shrieked eventually, "Sorry?" the Huntsmaster replied "Just stop it," she said "Leave him alone. I’ll tell you where he is." "Go on," the Huntmaster said, loosening his grip and letting the boy fall forward off of the chair. "Okay," she replied "Well, he’s not in Wilkes Barre anymore."
"Really?" "No," she continued “He left about a week ago..." "Where to?" he asked Jane swallowed before reluctantly continuing, sealing the fate of not only her but also her master. "Philadelphia," she replied.
"That's it?" the Huntsmaster asked "Yes," she continued "That's all I know. He told me he was going down there to see "The Philadelphian Dragon," the Huntsmaster said to himself, Jane only just over hearing. "What?" she asked "You two," the Huntsmaster said, pointing to two of his henchmen and gesturing to the boy "Lock him up." "Thankyou," he added turning to Jane, a forced smile brimming upon his face "You've been a great help to us."
"Yeah, no problem," she replied blackly as he shut the door behind them. She then turned around and headed back to her bed, suddenly remembering the diary as it lay there. She didn't know who this guy was.
Ben, was his name. But he somehow knew what was going on, and wanted to help her. She had to take the chance, even if it could be a trick. She just had to. It was her only hope. 'I need your help,' she wrote on the page 'Where are you?'
Post by charles finley. on Apr 24, 2007 23:14:57 GMT -5
OMG. AARON. XD
The diary reminds me of Harry Potter. Like how Harry would like, talk to Tom Riddle through the diary on the second book. THE INK GOES RIGHT THROUGH THE PAGE AND SENDS A MESSAGE TO TEH PERSON. SOOO COOOL.
omgizzle. BEN YOU GOTTA SAVE HER. *shakes Ben* SAVE HER!!! ..... Wait ..... he's gonna at least try to do that. Nevermind. fuup
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