My first story, hope ye enjoy.
Hi, I’m Ayami Matsuko. I live in Dublin, Ireland. My best friends are Patrick, Ajay (I know, he spells it weird), Cat, and Matthew. They make jokes, but they’re good people. Matthew and Ajay are not related, but they act like it sometimes. Ajay and I are the same age, seventeen. I moved here to Ireland with my mom, dad, and Ajay who is also my adopted brother. My Dad moved from Japan , to America, where he and my mom met and where i was born, to Ireland, where we adopted Ajay when he and I were 12. Ever since then, we made connections and friends all over the place. About a year later, we met Matthew and Patrick. And we met Cat through Ajay. But enough about our personal stuff, lets get on with the story.
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“Hey, Aya! Wait up!” Ajay called from down the hall. Second period just ended, and we were going to lunch.
“We still on for C.A.H. after school? The squad is coming over.” Ajay said when he caught up.
“No, I have study hall after school.” I said, getting into the line for lunch. It was Friday, so I could get seconds on pizza. As I pile up the food on my plate, a kid steps in front of me, and starts to take some pizza.
“Excuse me!” I say. But he doesn’t answer. Instead, he turns his lumbering body towards the lunch-lady to pay.
“Ma and da are gonna kill you. You know that, right? I mean, come on! You got into a fight!” He said walking to our lunch table.
“It’s a great day t’day, i’nt it?” Matthew said, chipper as usual.
“No.”I say,”I have to go home to tell m’ parents I got in a fight t’day.”
“And does that mean you’re gonna not be able to make it to the game t’night?”
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“Hello, class,” My substitute teacher says.”My name is Mr. B, your substitute teacher. Your regular teacher, Mr Letkiewicz, is not here today, so I will be teaching your English class. Now, open your Novels up to page 150, and start reading by yourselves. While you all are doing that, Miss Matsuko, may I speak to you in the hallway, please? Thank you.”
I get up out of my chair, and walk out the door with the teacher. He takes me to a neighboring classroom, where he shuts the door behind us as we walk in. I hear the scraping of metal, turn around, and everything goes……well, it goes weird. He’s walking towards me, with something in his hands. I don’t know what it is. It’s a large staff, with a spike on the end, and, no, it’s not a scythe. It’s like a scythe, but the blade is a pike (large, pointed, metal cone). He raises his Pithe, and he brings it down on me as I close my eyes, bracing for death. But, as i’m being dramatic, I hear a metal hitting metal noise. I open my eyes to see a someone standing in front of me, blocking the Pithe with two slightly green, slightly red daggers. His mask is like the face of a praying mantis. It is green with red eyes, and red war paint all over it. The looks back at me, opens his mask, and I see someone who i never thought would be protecting me.
“Oi, girly.” The brute from the lunch line said. “Get out of ‘ere while I take care of Mr. Teacha” he said in an accent I could only place as northern english. So, i try to run, but as i’m getting to the door, something steps out of the shadows and blocks my path. It was too big to be human, but the way it carried itself was the most disturbing thing i had ever seen. It seemed to walk with a bob in it’s step, almost cocky. Like it knew that it no longer needed to hunt. Like it was just cornering it’s prey, ready to start feeding. It’s eyes were human, but had a hunger the likes of which i had only seen once before, but I can’t remember where. The bull of a man was blocking my path with his considerably large chest facing me. A Malador was coming off of him so strongly, i swear i could see the fumes like a vapor around his head. The smog that came off this man smelled like a thirty year-old rotting carcass, that beetles lived and died in, and was sprayed on by a bunch of skunks. It was the most vile thing that my nose had the displeasure of smelling. As the fetorous man stood in front of me, breathing his odorous stench, he started to speak.
“You will come with us, Ayamai Matsuko, or there will be repercussions.” the beheamoth said with eyes glaring, stench as strong as ever. As the giant reaches for me, someone/thing practically materialized out of shadow, and then he was holding a dismembered arm. I then hear a wail emanate from the monsters mouth, a cry that could reduce mountains to rubble. I look back at the man, and notice he is down one arm. No blood comes out of the wound, but I notice black dots moving out of the wound. It took me a second to realize that it wasn’t dots, but in fact, small spiders! This man has insects for blood? I start to feel woozy. I’m not arachnophobic, but when the spiders come directly from someone’s blood vessels, it would make vultures fly away screaming. Clutching my stomach, I then turn away, hand over my mouth, trying not to vomit. But, before my stomach decides whether to erupt or not, someone puts their hand on my shoulder. I lash out, only to have my punch blocked.
“Is that how you treat your savior?” I hear a familiar-yet slightly metallic-voice say. I turn my head to see who it was, but no one was there. As I am wondering who was there, something collides into me at a force that makes me launch towards the adjacent wall. I hear something in me give out with a crunch. For some reason or another, I don't feel anything. I’m laying on the floor, winded, and something loomed over me. I close my eyes, and await for death………huh? I’m not dead? I can't open my eyes, so I sit there until I realize that my eyes ARE open, the room is just pitch black. I sit up and look around. At the opposite end of the room, there were glowing symbols, etched into the wall.
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I’m stepping towards them as I hear a crash off to my right, scaring me so much, I start running towards the glowing etchings. As I get to the wall, the symbols grow brighter. I want to look away, because my eyes start to feel as if they are on fire. Everytime I blink, I can see the symbols burned into the back of my eyelids. I do not know there meaning, but they are part of me now. I know their names, but not their translations. Dagaz, Ehwas, Kenas, Ansuz, Jera. As soon as i read it, the glow disappears, only for a giant golden symbol to appear on the floor.
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As the symbol fades, the floor falls away to reveal nothing. Gravity takes hold immediately, and i’m falling. It feels like forever, but when i make contact with the floor, i don’t feel the impact. I’m jarred and seeing double, but at least i am alive and be able to see. I look up, see the hatch slowly closing, and realize something. I had fallen what seems to be a couple hundred feet, but with no injury! I mean, i felt a little concussed, but otherwise, okay. I glance around, and see that i’m back in the fray, the figure is still looming over me, although it’s slowed down. The scythe is going downward, but like its going through syrup. I look around and realize that the other big guy is going slow, but my rescuers are just chillin. I move out of the way of the scythe’s path and walk over to them.
“Are you actually keeping up with us?” the shorter of the two ask me.
“What do you mean?” I ask him. He takes a coin out of his pocket and throws it at my face. I flinch and then realize, its slowly floating over to me. They grab my hands and pull me away from it as it gets close to the wall. As it touches, the wall starts to fall away and the coin is gets embedded. I look back at them to see them slowing down.
“You might want to slow down, or you could become unconscious on re-entry.” He says.
“I don't know how to do that! I don’t even know how i’m doing this!” I exclaim, getting scared at the thought of losing consciousness near these guys. The taller one walks over to me, speeding back up. “Do you remember the symbols that were glowing on the wall? When you lost consciousness the first time? What were they?” He asks me. I look back in my mind, and bring them back. Not very hard to do seeing how they are burned in the back of my eyelids. I take a marker out of my pocket and draw them out on the floor. The shorter one looks quickly up at the other one. They stare at each other for quite a while, then the taller one looks at me.
“Are you joking about this?” He asked, voice wavering. I shake my head. He sighs and starts to take off his mask. It falls to the floor and I stare in shock. Under the mask is……