TS Story Contest

[Fenris]

The Sight Story Contest.

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The title pretty much explains everything, except the rules.

So we’ll give you the beginning of a story, and you have to finish it. I’m going to say that you can add 4000 words to the end of it (so I’ll give you a total word count of the beginning bit, if you go a little over, that’s fine, but try not to go too OTT. So if the beginning is 300 words long, if you copy the beginning into Word, and finish your ending to it, you’ll want the Word Count to hit about 4300, although if you end up that you’ve added much less than 4000, its fine.)
(700 is about, one page in Word size 12 Times New Roman font.)

I’ll be judging it on how interesting it is to read and how well-written it is (if there are a load of spelling and grammatical errors you’re likely to drive me insane, just so you know. =P)

Since I'm nice, whoever wins first place will not only get the smug satisfaction of having won, but also, 15 points. Whoever comes Second, will recieve 10, and Third place will recieve 5. (Since this is going to be a monthly thing, I'm not going to award more points than 10.)

Sometimes the starting points will be very small and just me setting the scene, but sometimes it'll be more than that. And it won't always be about wolves. The time set might be modern day, or it might be fantasy based, or you might be given no clue and anything goes.

Since all you lovely RPers are used to writing, I’m giving you until the end of the month to come up with an ending for it.


for all those too lazy to read the above:
RULES:

• Add a max of 4000 words. (If you go a little bit over that's fine.)
  
• Have your entry in by the end of the month.
  
• Winners recieve either 15, 10, or 5 points.
  
• Anything goes! Be as creative as you like!
  

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The sun was baking hot, glaring down on the land with no remorse for the beings who dwelt there. Though there was one, basking in the heat, lying on the side of a sand dune. All around them was sand, sand that could burn unprotected flesh, or flesh that had not been hardened with age or wear and tear. The marram grass rustled in the slight breeze that offered little respite from the heat, and the only nearby escape from the blistering temperate was to dive into the cool ocean. If you could trek across the baking sands to get to the water.

It was the height of summer, yet the beach that would normally be swarming with masses of people was as barren as the Sahara desert, and this came as no surprise, considering the circumstances.


total word count: 137
note: i thought something easy and simple and very open-ended.
and for those who dont know what marram grass is, its the vegetation that holds sanddunes together, nasty plant though, the tips are very sharp.
damn, wanna go to ainsdale dunes now.

[Zeth]

The sun was baking hot, glaring down on the land with no remorse for the beings who dwelt there. Though there was one, basking in the heat, lying on the side of a sand dune. All around them was sand, sand that could burn unprotected flesh, or flesh that had not been hardened with age or wear and tear. The marram grass rustled in the slight breeze that offered little respite from the heat, and the only nearby escape from the blistering temperate was to dive into the cool ocean. If you could trek across the baking sands to get to the water.

It was the height of summer, yet the beach that would normally be swarming with masses of people was as barren as the Sahara desert, and this came as no surprise, considering the circumstances.

Everywhere was deserted, not a single soul graced the streets. Everyone had shut themselves in their homes, only venturing out when their kitchen was bare and they were in need of nourishment, and that was never done without the precaution of taking a mask, and something to warn other people to stay away from them - anything that offered people the vain hope that they’d be safe from infection.

For a disease had spread across the Earth, going under the graceful, and not so intimidating name of bird flu. Already, millions were dead in the United Kingdom alone, and not just from the disease, but from the violence that ensued as the epidemic made the death-rate soar. People saw the end of the human race, which sent them into a whorl of disorder and reckless behaviour. The streets weren’t safe – not that anyone would dare to go out, even in the baking hot weather – and all the houses that still had people living in them were boarded up to make them into as much of a sanctuary as possible.

Not that any of this mattered to Bernie, who lay on the sand without a care in the world, for it was pretty damn hard for Bernie to care at all really. He wasn’t exactly that highly evolved. Bernie shifted his position in the sand so that his belly found a lovely spot that the sun just warmed and something that might have been mistaken for a smug and satisfied grin spread across his face. He closed his eyes against the glare and prepared to doze off yet again.

For Bernie was a Galapagos Island Iguana, and as the Iguana family goes, he was one of the most primitive. Not that it bothered him much, Bernie had spent most of his life in a nice warm glass box in some dark room that liked to blast out very loud noise a lot. The room came with a curious creature that stood on it’s hind legs more often than not, and with it’s other two legs it tended to play with this big misshapen stick with 6 strings, and that made noise too. This creature had been a big fan of throwing itself about and making the long fur on it’s head thrash about. Bernie had only presumed that this was some kind of mating ritual. Since Bernie was not the kind of iguana that understood all about music, and instruments, and the fashion statements and antics of the youth of human society.

But since the collapse of this society, that black room had been trashed by other strange creatures, and with his nice warm glass box broken, and no longer supplying Bernie with heat, Bernie had gone in search of warmer climate. He had been lucky it was summer, and very lucky that most cars had run out of petrol or been vandalised, as the first spot he had found was the black tarmac of a main road. That attracted a lot of heat, but it didn’t seem to have a lot of food.

Bernie had eventually ended up in a stretch of sand dunes, where not only was there marram grass, but various patches of shrubbery for nicer leaves to eat, and little flowers that Bernie also found delicious.

Now, back to the present time when Bernie was just dozing off again; all content in the warmth of the sun, with his stomach full to bursting with all the vegetation he had recently chomped on, when suddenly a peck on his back sent him scurrying down the sand dune. Bernie looked up, and a seagull cawed at him. Birds were becoming a rare sight, for if any managed to stay healthy, most humans merely killed them out of fear. Bernie scowled at the thing, it had obviously thought that he was dead, or maybe it was stupid, for Bernie was much bigger than the small black-headed gull. The bird merely cocked it’s head, cawed at him once more, then took off and left again.

Grumpy now, Bernie started to walk in any random direction, but not towards the water or back where he had come from. He was glad that he did, for after a couple of hours, he found himself in a pine wood. With a self-satisfied grin, Bernie stomped along the needle-strewn floor, only stopping when an auburn blur sped across his vision. He blinked stupidly, but there it was again, that auburn blur running back the other way now and disappearing into that bush.

Bernie took one tentative plod forward, and saw a red-furred face poke out from under the bush. Dark eyes studied him with cautious curiosity, before the little red squirrel shot forward to sniff at him and run around him in dizzying circles.

“BIG DRAGON! BIG, BIG DRAGON!” The squirrel squeaked, and Bernie shook his head slowly.
“I’m no dragon.” He replied, slowly. The hyperactive little mammal stopped and shot him an incredulous look.
“Then what are you then?” It squeaked.
“I’m an iguana.”
“Pfft! Never heard of an ig-nu-nana. You’re making it up!” The squirrel retorted.
“I am not.” Bernie replied.
“Yeah you are!” The squirrel accused, raising it’s bushy tail as it sat back on it’s hind legs, tilting it’s head to the side surveying Bernie in it’s inquisitive manner. “What’s a dragon like you call yourself anyroad?”
“Bernie.”
“That’s a dumb name.” The squirrel squeaked. “My name is Isabelle, but you can call me Belle.” Belle scampered closer to Bernie again, sniffing at him. “You smell funny Bernie.”

Bernie merely blinked dumbly at her, but before he could even start to formulate a reply, she started chattering away again.
“There’s a huge meeting today, because of all the birds dying, and the big people dying. We don’t get as many nuts now that they don’t come here anymore. They always used to get bags of nuts, and use them to get us to come closer. The little big people are the worst you know, always screaming and wanting to come closer. One tried to touch me! Think of the diseases it could have been carrying!” Belle squeaked indignantly.

She tilted her red head to the side, and grinned wickedly. “You would be a cool addition to the meeting, everyone in the area will be there! Come on!”
Bernie could think of no reason to refuse, so he merely nodded and began to plod along after her. Belle ran very fast, and she kept running in front, and then running back, or appearing in the lowest hanging branches of trees to shout at him to hurry up, and state how much of a ‘slow-coach’ he was.

“I could have got here in 5 minutes flat if I hadn’t had to wait for you.” Belle snapped much later on, as they neared a hollow where a whole congregation of animals was taking place. “Oh! But I’m glad you’re here Bernie, you can protect me from them.”
“Them?” Bernie croaked.
“Yes, the grey squirrels.” Belle whispered, pointing a claw towards an animal that looked very similar to herself, but it was much bigger, and did not have the auburn fur that she had. “The humans used to keep them away from our woods, but now the humans are dying out, there’s nothing to stop ‘em. They’re big, big bullies.”
Bernie looked at them with curiosity, and Belle gasped and sidled closer to him as one broke away from the group of five and strolled over to them.
“Well, well Belle, what have you found ‘ere?” The grey squirrel asked.
“This is Bernie Dan, he’s a Dragon!” Belle stated proudly.
Bernie was about to correct her about the dragon part, but Dan beat him to it.
“Ha! Dragons don’t exist Belle. No wonder you lot are going extinct, we’re obviously the superior breed. At least we can see that this new friend of yours ain’t no dragon.” Dan scoffed.
“If you’re so superior, tell me what he is then!” Belle demanded.
“He’s, a, some form of really fat adder, with legs…. Obviously.” Dan shrugged.
“I’m an iguana.” Bernie said.
“Ooooh, adder-boy speaks now!” Dan cried, his voice full of sarcasm, trying his best to mock Bernie; who was, might I add, much bigger than him.

A cough rang out in the hollow, interrupting whatever Belle was about to say next, and Dan shrugged again, and stalked back to the other grey squirrels. Bernie’s attention slipped back to the other creatures in the hollow. Now a creature with a sour face and long hair had jumped up onto an old log. The long-haired brown cat surveyed the crowd, most of which was still chattering, and coughed yet again. Talking turned to muttering, and then silence.

“Thank you.” The cat mewed. “I appreciate your attention.”
“That’s Mr Whiskersons.” Belle whispered to Bernie. “He knows everything.”
“Due to recent events, we have all seen a lot of death and chaos. Not just for the birds and the humans, but for all. The food chain has suffered greatly. The birds are few in number, and now the insects are multiplying unchecked. There are no birds to prey on them, and they are eating every plant they can find. The chain is broken, and soon all other chains will follow. This could possibly be the last summer we see.”
Bernie frowned. This Mr Whiskersons certainly wasn’t a very cheery fellow.
“And how do we stop it!” Came a high-pitched squeak from a mouse.
“We can’t. We are powerless to do so. The humans have poisons for these insects, but the humans have bigger problems of their own.” The cat replied.
“The death is good.” Came a sly voice, and a rat raised it’s head. “Means plenty of food for my and my brethren.” The rat finished with a sickly smile.
“Yes, and you’ll probably catch the disease that is killing all those corpses that you and your brethren consume.”
“Oh everyone knows we carry all sorts of diseases anyway.” The rat scoffed, causing all the animals near him to start shuffling away, muttering to each other and avoiding eye contact.

“But what if we had a beast that could kill off all the insects?” Belle squeaked out suddenly. The cat’s almond eyes turned survey her with his piercing glare, but Belle did not falter. “I want you all to meet Bernie, he’s a dragon. And dragons are vicious creatures, I’m sure he can fend off a few measly insects!”
Bernie was about to say something, but Mr Whiskersons beat him to it. The cat laughed, thoroughly amused by the ‘solution’ offered by the young red squirrel.
“My dear, your friend Bernie is no dragon. He is an iguana. He eats fruit and leaves and flowers. He’s too slow to catch anything else! I bet he doesn’t even know the meaning of life!”
Belle looked shocked, then looked at Bernie carefully.
“You do, don’t you Bernie?”
“Do what?” Bernie asked, confused.
“You know the meaning of life, don’t you Bernie?”
“No.” Bernie’s frown increased, who knew the meaning of life anyway?

The look of shock on Belle’s face was indescribable; it was like she had been shot.
“Well then my dear,” Mr Whiskersons mewed, “Maybe your little miracle will happen, if Bernie manages to ever learn the meaning of life.” A sarcastic smile spread across his smug features.

Belle wouldn’t talk to Bernie anymore, after a while she muttered about having to go and scampered across the hollow to sit and whisper to what looked like a ball of brown needles with a pointy nose and beady eyes. Bernie sighed. Today had possibly been the most action-packed day of his life. But with nothing more to do here, he felt like he ought to leave, for Dan kept looking at him and whispering things to his four cronies. Turning around, Bernie plodded out of the hollow at his usual slow pace, and started to walk in a new direction.

What did that Mr Whiskersons mean? What was all this talk about the meaning of life? An expression of determination crossed his simplistic face. Well, he wasn’t about to be the only animal not to know it. He would find out the meaning of life, and then maybe he could go back and Belle would speak to him again. Bernie had never had a friend, unless his glass box had counted as a friend, and Belle could have been his friend, if only he knew the meaning of life.

It had turned dark, and Bernie was still wandering around putting his slow mind at as fast a pace as it could think about how he could find the meaning to life. The stars were out in the sky, and a crescent moon hung low in the sky. Bernie had not realised that he was wandering along a road, he recognised the surface of the tarmac beneath his scaly feet, but of course, Bernie did not know what a road really was, and what it was used for. All he was concentrating on, was what could possibly be the meaning to life on earth?

Perhaps Bernie might have found it, eventually, if youths on a power trip and determined to get some more adrenaline rushes before they too died, had not stolen a double-decker bus and took it for a ride. Bernie was so preoccupied that he didn’t notice that everything was getting lighter and lighter, and then, of course, everything went black.

And so ends the adventures of Bernie the Galapagos Island Iguana, whose quest to find the meaning of life was thwarted by a double-decker bus. So next time you try and find the meaning behind it all, I hope you keep an extra vigilant eye out for that big moving vehicle.

Rest in peace Bernie.

[Sabla]

Poor Bernie. *tsk* *tsk* All he wanted to do was make friends with a hyper-active squirrel. *laughs* I like it. A very good plot twist.

*leans closer and whispers* You know, I bet Fen was the one driving that bus....

[Shayla]

naah I like animals, it's people that I hate. =P

you thinking of entering? you know you wanna, =P since only Zeth has so far..

[Sabla]

*shifts uncomfortably* Yeah, I know I might wanna..... But I can't write short stories very well. I like the loooonngg ones. *shrugs* And I can't use the whole "The charrie died thing" Like Zeth, Cuz that'd be copying.

[Shayla]

well Zeth's entry isn't anywhere near 4000. but the cheeky blighter didn't include a word count
*checks in word*
he added 2305. so you can write double what he did.

but i know your pain, i find it difficult to do short stories. but if you refrain from elaborating on the less important points, it might work?
i know this starting point sucked.
the next one will be better.. but.. there might not be a next one if no one joins this one.

[Krystal Zanguzen]

I might write up an entry this weekend if I have time. I won't know for sure until the weekend comes. But I love the contest idea ^^

[Shayla]

thanks Krys ^^

look forward to seeing your entry, and yours too sabla =P

[Sabla]

*sigh* You talked me into it.

[Fenris]

^^ yay!

i have one success, and hopefully others.

there may yet be another contest next month, when people have more time... or am i being foolish to hope here?

[Tarmalo]

possibly.........I dont know ......maybe i'll try it out too....since you guys are so hot about it.......but I dont know what kind of short story to write about.....*sighs*.........hey fae why dont you enter it too?.....or are you judging it?.........cuz I would like to see what kind of short story you could whip up....hehehe

[Fenris]

hey trust me, i would if i could. but im judging.
but im also gonna get an outside opinion too. so there'll be another judge (who i know in RL), basically someone who no one can try to bribe.
not that anyone would over 15 post point thingys..

but hey, do it. just see where your imagination takes you. like, what do you see when you read the introductory paragraph, and where do you see it going?

(i think for the next one im gonna have two intro paragraphs for people to choose which one they wanna finish off.)

[Mist]

I'm sorry to let you down this time around, Fenris, but things are busy with graduation and such things coming up. I'll definitely try and enter for June though! *grin* No, I think it's good to hope... even in something like this ^_^ so keep it up!

[Fenris]

ha no problem Mist, I can totally understand that.

[Channon]

The sun was baking hot, glaring down on the land with no remorse for the beings who dwelt there. Though there was one, basking in the heat, lying on the side of a sand dune. All around them was sand, sand that could burn unprotected flesh, or flesh that had not been hardened with age or wear and tear. The marram grass rustled in the slight breeze that offered little respite from the heat, and the only nearby escape from the blistering temperate was to dive into the cool ocean. If you could trek across the baking sands to get to the water.

It was the height of summer, yet the beach that would normally be swarming with masses of people was as barren as the Sahara desert, and this came as no surprise, considering the circumstances.

It was modern day in the state of Florida, the peninsula of the southeastern part of the United States of America. A rather popular tourist city, despite being rather small compared to some, was as busy as ever. Destin, as the city was called when it was simply a fishing village when first founded, had a small issue this summer – the story of global warming was becoming evident and they were reaching chart topping temperatures. Now, the temperatures were a blessing and burden all the same. The city’s tourist attractions, such as its water park, were getting tourists by the bundles every single day, reaching the highest point of capacity. This is where the problem lied. It was too hot to go to the beach, and the local outdoor mall had already had its stores crammed with people trying to cool off. The roads were packed, and there was no where to go.

A few miles away, across the Midbay Bridge (named for the simple observation that it linked to places together across the bay), sat a girl at a poolside. She wore a bikini bottom of black cloth, and a maroon halter top. She had been invited to spend the day swimming at her boyfriend’s house, away from the bustle of traffic in Destin. As much as she itched to go see a movie, she found herself rather happy to be sitting with her feet in the pool water.

“You going to come in, Jenny?” A masculine voice was directing a question to her, which caused Jenny, the female in the black and maroon swim suit, to look up. A smile came across her lips and she nodded, standing up to the relief of her burning butt. Remember, kids, never wear a bikini bottom and sit on concrete when it’s one-hundred degrees outside!

Jennifer, the girl’s birth name, walked over to the diving board located at the deep end of the pool. Stepping onto it, she peered down at the heads that were above the refreshing, clear chlorinated pool water: Daniel, her boyfriend; Peter, Daniel’s brother; and even Beverly, Peter and Daniel’s mom, was in the shallow end. Walking to the end of the board, Jenny stopped and peered down at the bottom of the pool below. She put both her hands above her head, one on top of the other, bent her body and leapt off the board – diving into the refreshing liquid. As she came closer to the water, she exhaled out of her nose to prevent liquid from entering her nasal passages – ugh, that was never fun! With her eyes opened, she then swam until she was next to Daniel, where she surfaced with a smirk. “Happy?”

Daniel nodded, but frowned when he heard Jennifer’s cell phone begin to ring. Ah, thank goodness it wasn’t an annoying ring tone, at least. He looked over to Jennifer, who frowned in annoyance before diving back under the water and swimming to the shallow end. Daniel turned to watch as she surfaced just a few feet away from the pool steps. Jenny then proceeded to grab a towel, try her hair, arms, hands and face before reaching her cell phone that laid on the back porch about ten feet away from the pool.

She flipped it open, “Hello?” She turned her back to the people in the pool, who had decided to go about their business of enjoying the summer. Intently, Jennifer listened to the words that were spoken to her from the other end of the phone transmission. When the voice had finished talking, she bit her bottom lip as she inhaled a deep breath from her nose, exhaling it slowly. The world seemed to stand still, or at least move extremely slow.

“Are you sure?” Her voice was a hushed whisper as closed her eyes, silently thinking of a plan while listening to the confirmation from the masculine voice on the other end. “Okay,” she said after the confirmation was made, “I’ll be there as soon as possible.”

Jennifer then brought the phone away from her face and closed it in one motion. She recollected her composure and set the cell phone back on the railing. They interrupted my summer, thought Jenny as she walked back to the pool, trying to conceal her irritation by putting a joyous expression on her face. Against her wishes, and her body’s scream for a cooler temperature, she stopped at the edge of the pool, waiting for Daniel to resurface. When he did, she frowned at the group that was now watching her. “I’m sorry, but I need to go…” She paused and pinpointed Daniel, staring at his eyes as she made eye contact, “I need you to drive me.”

As Daniel began to get out of the water, Jennifer pivoted on her heels, ignoring the slight pain caused by doing that on cement without shoes on. She was too concerned to care. She grabbed her towel and wrapped it around her before grabbing the rest of her things in a hurried motion. By the time Daniel had dried off and changed into some pants, which only took a few minutes, Jennifer had dried off mostly and packed up her things, including her laptop, book, shoes, games, and other miscellaneous objects she had brought to spend a relaxing day at her beloved’s house. In less than ten minutes from the initial ring of her cell phone, they were sitting in Daniel’s car.

“What’s wrong, baby?” Daniel looked over to her as they pulled out of his drive way.

“Seth’s in trouble, just drive.”

“Where to?” Daniel made the left hand turn off his road onto another, longer, road.

Jenny sighed and stared out the windshield rather blankly, the best she could do at the moment to conceal her concern. “Driving will take too long. We have to go to…” She paused and a sly smile came to her lips, “Go across the bridge, to the Commons. I can use the garage they’re building…”

“Use it for what?” Daniel stared at her for a moment, before reluctantly returning to his driving. He knew she was a tad bit strange, just as strange as he, but what didn’t he know.

“Angelic demon has more of a literal meaning than you know…”

Daniel blinked, confused, before focusing on the road again. Within ten minutes, they were across the bridge and speeding towards the turn towards the mall. He began to slow down, seeing traffic coming closer and closer as he swerved into the turning lane. “I’m sorry, I have wait.”
“Just go!” Jennifer screamed as she glared at him, frantic with her thoughts of what could be happening to one of her oldest, dearest friends. There was the sound of squealing tires as Daniel turned, crossing four lanes of oncoming traffic. The car in the lane closest to the Commons nearly hit them, but swerved to miss the bumper of the red Taurus. “Don’t worry about parking, just slow down near the road blocks…”

Daniel frowned as he drove the short distance to the road barriers that blocked off where the garage was being built. As he neared it, he slowed as he was told and heard Jennifer’s door open, causing him to jerk his head just in time to catch her jump out, slam the door, and climb over the road block. He swerved, barely missing said barrier, and made his way down the busy aisles of cars to try to find somewhere to park. He pulled into the nearest parking space, one of the furthest ones away from the first store – Belk. From there, he began to walk to the construction site, searching the scene for Jennifer.

Jennifer was jogging now, wearing a pair of shorts she had grabbed out of her bag and put on during the car ride over the bridge. Though, she still wore her halter top of her bathing suit visibly to anyone who wanted to see, but this concerned her not. Her feet were bare, which was find because the only shoes she had at Daniel’s house were sandles that were a pain to run in. She dodged scraps of metal and other various objects as she made it into the bottom floor of the parking garage, thankful that no one was working on this particular hot Saturday. When enveloped in darkness, she dropped to her knees and began to breath a little heavier, more of concern than being out of breath. Her eyes focused on the closest thing to her body – the ground. Everyone and everything began to be tuned out, the only sound she could hear now was the sound of her heartbeat. Then, her breathing began to become shallow and soft, her eyes staring intently at the ground before her. I can’t fail him, I must hurry… Her thoughts rang through her head as she closed her eyes.

Daniel stood several feet away, barely in the entrance of the parking garage. He watched his beloved on the ground, not sure of what he should do. He wasn’t sure what to expect – not until things began to change. He watched as Jennifer’s body began to quiver, and her hands tightened their grip on her knees. He knew, in the back of his mind, that she was breaking the skin with her fingernails, but that wasn’t what concerned him – the skin on her back had caught his attention. It was beginning to shift, to move, to tear, anything but what it should be doing. Daniel stared in amazement as he watched a pair of wings sprout from between Jennifer’s shoulder blades, a feathery pair colored in something he didn’t expect. She was different from his expectations – he expected black or white wings, if anything, but not gold. The wings extended a length of about five feet each when they reached out, seemingly stretching.

Jennifer gasped, her eyes wide as she sharply inhaled the dusty air around her. She stumbled to her feet, only vaguely aware of her surroundings once again. Within the next few seconds, her breathing became normal and her composure was back to normal, with the exception of her now folded wings. Her gaze scanned the area around her, pinpointing her one man audience. A slight frown formed on her lips as she walked towards her obviously shocked boyfriend. “Daniel… I’ll explain later. Just drive to Seth’s house, but be careful… I have a terrible feeling about this.”

Daniel blinked before walking towards Jenny, placing his hands on her arms. “Baby, be careful,” he said before kissing her lips tenderly. “I love you,” he said before she pulled away. He watched her walk towards the sunlight where her wings extended before moving to shoot her up in the sky. Daniel watched her and prayed that no one noticed this odd scene. What was to come, he didn’t know, but he only hoped that his future wife would be safe.

Jennifer had flown into the sky and up into the clouds, trying to conceal her bodice as much as possible to the naked human eye. She stared down at the land she was passing, until she came upon the area where Seth lived, ironically near the Sacred Heart Hospital. She dove down, gaining speed as she went, her brown, slightly damp hair pulling back. As she came within ten feet of the ground of the dirt road outside Seth’s house, she slowed down and landed. A grim look was on her face as she stared at his house, it was in pieces. Her eyes scanned the area where the damaged house was, searching for either of the two cats, or their dog. Or even Seth or David, Seth’s father, for that matter.

“Dang it,” she mumbled to herself as she walked towards the house. Halfway to his porch, she stopped and spun around, looking up into the sky. “Where could he be?!” Jenny then remembered she jammed her cell phone into the pocket of her shorts. She grabbed it and feriociously dialed the number for David’s cell phone. After only one ring, she got a “Hello”.

“Where’s Seth?” Jenny stared at the ground, waiting very impatiently and worriedly for a reply.

“They went to the beach. Seth had to lead them to somewhere less occupied.” David sounded worried, his speech rushed.

“Where are you?” Jennifer hadn’t even considered how her friend’s father may have been.

“I’m driving there now…”

“David, are you sure it’s safe?”

“I’ll be fine. I can’t leave my son to die without me being there for him.” Then, David hung up, leaving Jennifer with an aching heart and a screaming mind. Seth… he can’t die… it’s not possible, he won’t. Not after all everyone has been through just to keep him alive!

(This is not a part of the story: I could've gone on, but... I was happy with my little ending, lol.)