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Dark Incarnations

CHAPTER ONE: The start of the end

May, 24, 2567 Canada, Edmonton 

Its was the last day of school and Lú was staring down the clock for it to sound so summer could officially start. Right as it went off She jumped out of her seat handing it my paper, rushing out of the classroom dragging August with herself. “Hey, hey what are you doing?!” Auggie screamed stumbling over other students almost falling over. 

“C’mon keep up! It’s officially summer and I wanna get out of here as soon as possible even- WAIT!” Lú suddenly stopped coming to a harsh halt. “We have to get Faye and Sola!” 

“Were already here” Sola said walking up to Lú and August with Faye at her side rambling about something. “Ah! There you guys are, I think Lú was going to drag me down…” “Well I would have went down with you” Lú tries to flirt but ends up failing miserably leaning in like she was asking for a kiss.

Auggie sighs. “Your lucky I love you” Auggie the. leans down to her girlfriends level to kiss her. Lú kisses back, the kiss felt familiar and tender as Lú almost slipped her tongue in August ripped her away before things got out of hand to quickly. 

“You two done yet?” Sola asked nonchalant shifting her body weight to one side causing Faye to almost fall over. “So! You all wanna head to my place I’m sure my mom wouldn’t mind.” Its was Faye that spoke up suggesting that they should get out of the empty hallway. 

“Yeah.. It’s probably best we should go.”

[~TIME SKIP BCUZ IM LAZY~]

“So, Faye what do you think we should do since you’re the one that suggested we come over?” Auggie asked, she was positioned to be laying on her back with her head slightly hanging off the edge of the bed. Faue suddenly paused not expecting to be asked what they should all do especially considering doing something that everyone likes. “Well I was think-“ “Oh my gosh did you guys hear about Scarlett? She’s a total wreck right now.” 

Faye grunts in annoyance and only Sola notices and pit her hand on Faye’s shoulder to comfort them. 

Behind the Screen

“Im telling you Alex, “Grace said from behind her changing screen, “She’s doing something to Andrew.”

“So you say, but what’s your proof?” Alex asked as he lounged back on the black sofa that faced the screen.

“My proof is that Andrew completely ignored me during breakfast these last few day. That combined with—God dammit!”

“What is it now Song?” Alex asked with his eyes rolling.

“The zipper is stuck! Would you be a dear and give me a hand?” Grace asked as she poked her head from out behind the screen. Alex gulped as he stood and walked over to the screen. “Well? You can’t get the zipper through the screen you idiot. Now come and help me.” Alex licked his suddenly dried lips as walked behind Grace’s changing screen. And he froze. Grace’s had put her hair up in a messy bun while she was trying to change out of her dress. As Alex raised his hands to the zipper at the back of the red, strapless dress it was dead quiet. Not a single word from either of them. Alex gripped the zipper with one hand and put his other on the dress to make sure it didn’t snag. The zipper came down easily to the small of Grace’s back. They stood there, neither moving. Alex out of shock and Grace because she knew what he saw.

“Y-You’re not wearing a—“

“It has one built in genius.” Grace said as she finally turned around.

“Right.” Alex breathed out, not looking as the small brunet girl in a quickly descending red dress.

“Alex, you are going to help me figure out what that witch Mandy did with Andrew, right?” Grace asked, moving her hands to Alex’s head so he had to look at her. “Right?”

“Grace—

“And that enough of that.”

“Mom! Come on! Alex was just about to say whether he would help Grace take down Mandy!”

“Annabeth dear, you are on the show. You play grace. You filmed this not three day ago. You know what happens!”

Annabeth sinked down into the pillow and blanket fort she made and muttered out an “I still wanted to watch it.” Unfortunately her mother heard her.

“Yes, yes I know. You and your wanting to have as close to a normal life as possible. But don’t I don’t understand how that includes watching a purposely bad show that you are on. Why don’t you watch something else? Or go outside? It’s your day off from filming and you don’t have any homework today. You don’t have any homework, right?”

“No I don’t have any homework mom. And all the other channels’ commercials are talking about ‘Back Stage’ and I can’t take any more talking about whether or not Grace will chose Andrew or Alex. And then there are the channels that are trying to figure out if im dating either of their actors. This was the only choice left.” Annabeth said adding a soft “Besides I never saw the finished version ‘till today.” Into her TARDIS blanket.” She looked at her mother who stood in front of the TV, with the remote, and quickly added a, ‘Besides it’s raining.’ into the blanket as well.  Thinking quickly, Annabeth said, “Cody and everyone is coming over anyways. We were going to have a ‘Back Stage’ marathon where we laugh at everything but I guess I’ll just have to cancel.” Her hand wasn’t even out of the fort before her mom tossed the remote to her.

“Oh, no need for that. Im leaving for London anyways. I won’t be back for a few days so I arranged for Ms. Sweet to stay over.”

“Ms. Sweet?!”

Ignoring her daughter’s outraged cry Ms. Tyler laid a kiss on her head and grabbed her purse before walking out the door, throwing a “Remember dear, no parties!” before she walked out of the house.

“Great, now I have to invite people over.” Annabeth muttered to herself. Grabbing her phone she sent out a quick group text to a few of her cast members.

Beth— Mom MIA. Marathon anyone?

Zack—cant. filming, saying im not distracted from home enough. WTF?!

Cody— Im in. wait 5 then open the door.

Natali— popcorn?

Beth— popcorn.

Natali— gimme 5 and ill be there.

With the no longer lie set up, Beth removed herself form her precious pillow and blanket fort to begin making the popcorn. Because if there wasn’t popcorn by the time Natali got there, heads were gunna roll.

“Five, four, three, two…” Beth sung open the door at one to be met with a fast going Cody on a skateboard. She watched as his board hit the small cliff in the floor her mother had put in to keep him from skating all over the house. And she watched as he flew from his board and landed on the couch.

“Five.”

“FIVE?!” Cody shot up to look at Beth, his eyes wide. “Why?!”

“I took off points for destroying my fort. If you didn’t do that than you would have gotten a 7 because you’re still hitting the cliff.”

“Ugh!” Cody smashed his face back into a pillow having a muffled “You’re killing me woman!”

“So you always say when she don’t give you a perfect ten.” Came from the open doorway.

“Nat!”

“Don’t ‘Nat’ me you little punk. You know it’s true.” Turning her attention from Cody’s overdramatic display of sadness, she looked at Annabeth and took in her attire. “Let me guess. Your mom wouldn’t give you back the remote?”

Nodding her head, Annabeth agreed silently agreed before saying, “The popcorns in the microwave. It should be done soon.”

“K.” And with that Natali jumped over the back of the couch, narrowly missing from landing on Cody, who moved out of the way. “Come on! Let’s get this show on the road!”

“I second that!” Came Cody’s response.

Laughing ‘Beth climbed over the back of the couch, sitting herself on the other side of Cody and turned the TV on.

“You know I can never get used to this.” Cody said as he watched himself go across the screen in the opening credits of ‘Back Stage’. The girls silently agreed by nodding their heads. They could never get fully used to watching someone who was them, yet wasn’t, on the screen.

“Excuse me, but who are you?” a girl with black hair, pale skin, and grey eyes asked.

“Me? Im Grace Song. Are you Mandy Parrish?”

“Yes, I am. But why are you, Grace Song, in my room?!”

“I was assigned to be your new roommate.”

“Roommate?!” Mandy’s screech was heard on the basketball court not far from their dorm building.

“What was that?!”

“Mandy probably met her new roommate.”

“Mandy got a roommate?! Yeesh, I feel sorry for that poor girl.” “I’d feel sorry for Mandy, Alex. You should have seen her. The girl is short but hot. She might even give Mandy a run for her money this year for ‘Most asked out’.” He said, the last part ending in a laugh. Alex thought over what his friend said.

“Hey Andrew?”

“Yeah man?”

“Think I got a chance?”

“Dude I don’t think I even have a chance.” Andrew said with a laugh.

As the show went on, the three Annabeth, Natali, and Cody were silent. The only sound coming from the three were laughter as they watched their show.

If anyone would like to follow on Wattpad, I'd love to be moots there as well! I don't write often, but I do have one book that's ongoing and recent which screenshots are above ^^

More of B3b3 because they're silly whimsical and evil >:3c

Inspired by The Calling by TheFatRat

Character design for a project called Solace and Horizon. This is Daymocker, she’s a biologically engineered spy with the ability to mimic anyone (down to their voice, appearance, mannerisms,ect.) as well as manipulate shadows to her whim.

Short stories #3

. 3 Above and Beyond

Trudging through the woods, I try to place the majority of my weight on my makeshift cane. Squinting my eyes, I try to keep sight of my path. The moon is of barely any help. If I had known it would be dark I would've snuck out a torch. Pulling my coat tighter around myself and wishing, not for the first time, that I should've worn something warmer above my hospital gown. I buried my nose in my scarf and yet, the crisp air still burned down my lungs. If my cigarettes don't kill me first, the cold certainly will. 'You shouldn't be here', the guilty part of my brain whispered. I squashed that thought down just like the leaves under my feet. Silly Linda, I scoff. She thought she could keep me in the ward by locking the door. Well look now, I jumped out the window. Well the pangs in my leg are almost making me regret. Almost. Oh whatever. To hell with Linda and her false pretenses. She can act sweet and coy all she likes but I know she wants me dead. Not more than I do but it is a mutual sentiment that is reciprocated. She's far too young anyway. A bit naive and very gullible. Very overconfident too but she is under the assumption that she's being 'smart' and 'sharp' and that an old, miserable midget like me won't be able to see right through her. An absolute fool. I despise it here.

I hobble my way to my usual spot, a clearing somewhere in the middle of the woods. The crescent moon stares down at me, as if judging. Sitting down on a tree stump while catching my breath, I pull out a pack of cigarettes that Linda missed and a lighter from my coat pocket. A cold draft rushed and rustled the trees and I held my coat tighter, shivering badly. With numb hands I light a cigarette and hold the lighter close, the tiny flame giving me a semblance of warmth. Sigh. I wouldn't want the fluid to run out. I pocketed it, closed my eyes and enjoyed my cigarette. Deep inhale and then exhale. Inhale and exhale. Finally, some peace and quiet….

…. Which did not last longer than twenty minutes. A sharp, whip like crack sobered me up and I opened my eyes to a terrifying sight. A creature with four faces, more than a hundred wings, taller than the trees, so huge that I can't distinguish the sky from its body. The moon is nowhere in sight. His whole body consists of uncountable eyes and tongues. What on God's green earth is this!? I can't move. Why am I not moving? Its hellish eyes stared me down. The cigarette I was holding had long fallen. I am a stone, glued to one place. I can't tear my eyes off this- this creature. All too soon, it descends and shifts into a shape more recognizable. A man. Dressed in a pure white robe, inky hair curled in every direction, skin the color of rich soil and piercing charcoal eyes, this man would stand out among any crowd. I must be hallucinating. Are cigarettes supposed to make you hallucinate?

"What kind of alien are you?" I asked in a quivering voice.

The man blinked. Then blinked again. Then stared at me long enough to make me wish I hadn't spoken.

"What kind do you think I am?" he smoothly replies, evading my question.

"A shape-shifting one."

He folds his hands neatly behind his back and doesn't reply.

"And who would you introduce yourself as?" he asks. I have a distinct feeling that he's humouring me. Like a cat who caught a canary.

"I, well, I-uhm-I fancy myself a student." I stuttered out. He doesn't need to know where I am from.

"A student of?"

"Life."

The alien smirked. An uncomfortable silence surrounds us, uncomfortable for me atleast. I feel weaker. Sweat beads at my eyebrows. This alien's presence has a weight that is taking a toll on me.

With nothing to do, I whip out another cigarette. I finished smoking it. Then I pull out a second, then a third, then a fourth.

"How long have you been smoking?" the alien asks suddenly.

"A few decades." I say, lighting another cigarette. A hush falls again.

"How do you speak our language?" I inquired, anything to keep the oppressive silence at bay.

"I've been here before."

"Oh?" I ask, hoping for an elaboration.

"Yes."

None came.

"What is it like?"

He raised an eyebrow.

"Your planet. What is it like?"

"It is a human's dream come true. You can have whatever your heart desires. Food, clothing, land, companions. It is eternal peace-"

"Sounds like heaven." I interrupted.

The alien's lips quirked.

"Something of that sort. It can be very beautiful or very terrible depending on the person."

"Why so?"

"Would you wish for good things to happen to evil people?"

"No. Not at all."

"My point exactly."

"What is evil anyway? Is evil caused by a difficult life?You know, I've always wondered."

The alien calmly looks back at me.

"Have you had a sorrowful life?" he asks, a curious gleam in his eyes.

"Sorrowful?" I scoff. "I can barely recognize myself in the mirror anymore. A saying goes 'Let a man walk the halls of sorrow. Whatever comes out, can it be called a man anymore?' " I asked.

"Sorrow is either growth or wasted potential if you have not learned. Power on the other hand, man cannot be trusted with power. It is too corrupting." the alien argues.

"I'll have to politely disagree. Power in itself is not corrupt. Power attracts those who are corruptible. Those who took the wrong lessons from their sorrows."

"And what about you?"

"What about me?"

"You have become a cynic only because you felt your life was difficult. Your cigarette is proof enough. It kills you, yet, you stick to it. Doesn't that make you just like them?"

"You are not a human. You don't, and maybe, will never, understand the delicate intricacy of addiction. I am not defending myself. I am ashamed but leaving it is no easy task."

The alien hummed," If you believe so. You are quite a melancholic person." he says, matter of fact.

"So I've been told." I smiled self deprecatingly, "Look at me, debating about ideologies with an alien."

The alien smirked, as if he was in on a joke I wasn't. Strange.

I cleared my throat. It felt itchy. Must've been the cigarettes.

"Anyway,how does your planet deal with 'evil' people."

"You need not worry your head over it. Our, ah, justice system is very fair."

"Oh. Where is it located? Your planet that is."

"Not here. It is somewhere above all the galaxies."

That most certainly piqued my interest. I have wished for death on my worst days but on my best days, I've always been a curious bug, too curious for my own good. I swallowed the lump in my throat.

"Why are you here?" I finally cave in to my curiosity.

The alien side eyes me and replies, "I'm here to take one person home with me. Forever."

A thrill raced up my spine and anticipation settled in my bones. I licked my frozen, chapped lips. Perhaps I am being selfish. I spent my entire life looking for an escape, an escape from everything, my depression, my poverty, my disease, that hospital and its disinfectant smelling wards, Linda, this wretched world. That is an artist's curse. Escapism, they say, is an art too and I am anything but unacquainted to art. I always wondered about what was beyond, a place where no man had stepped. The golden threads of time, weaved into the fine fabric of the universe, permitted this opportunity to occur in front of me. I will take it even if my hands bleed.

I have no family that left, nobody who loves me. I'm bitter and alone. I deserve to be selfish for once in my life. To take a big leap, a risk. Yes, I will.

"Take me with you." I begged. "Please."

"Why should I?" the alien replied, staring right in my soul.

"You came for me. I know. If you didn't you wouldn't have landed here." I say, hopefully.

"And if I say that is false? What else would you offer?“

"I can offer you beauty and art. I can create for you."

"We have many of those."

"There will ever only be one like me. Just like there is only one artist like them. Themselves only."

Silence enveloped us again while rejection stung my chest again.

"Allow me to prove myself." I plead.

The alien looked at me, questioning.

"Look in my mind, see all that there is." I say determinedly. And I let him in my mind, let him see the world through my eyes and feel what I felt. I let him see my arts, my music, my poetry, my paintings that I crafted lovingly with my aged hands. I let him see what a human sees, something I know that he had never witnessed. Then I revealed my sorrows. Hopefully humanity would appeal to it.

With a pull he left my head. My eyes burned and I felt a blood vessel burst. I dry heaved on the dead ground but the nausea still lingered. I am glad I was seated or my knees would've buckled and I would've been an undignified heap on the floor. All the while the alien just stared and stared. I am getting sick of his staring too.

Once again, I broke the silence.

"I will paint your skies," I continue, hesitantly, "and your buildings and walls. I will write for the children and even for the old. Just please, take me. I'm exhausted ."

My eyes burned again, unshed tears waiting for release. I avert my eyes and let out a sigh. I feel heavy and my shoulders slump. Unexplainable exhaustion overcomes me and my temperature keeps rising, beads of sweat rolling down my face.

"If," he began,then stopped. It was the first time in our entire conversation that I saw him hesitate.

"If," he continued, "if I were to ask you to scream your wish at me, what would you fear more; your echo or my answer? “

"My echo", I reply instantaneously.

"Why?"

"Because it would mean you have declined."

"Hmm. Recite a poem for me."

I gave a shaky, hopeful smiled and offered him my words:

My river by the oak tree

has turned molten gold again,

as the glowing orb of light and life surrenders to the sapphire sky.

The cotton clouds float in shy, pink circles

While the rush of the river awakens a memory I had long forgotten,

When this same tree once bore luscious flowers,

Their scent wafting lazily into the cool breeze,

While I sat and reminisced about the possibility of other lives in the universe,

Under the wrinkled, silver moon.

Silence hugged us again while the impact of my weakened voice lingered in the air.

"Do you believe in other lives? Aliens and such?" he questioned.

"Yes I do, I mean you are here so that confirms it too."

"You are a funny one. No one has ever mistaken me for an alien." it grinned, crooked, as if a gesture it wasn't familiar with.

My body went cold and tremors shook it to its feeble core, my breath coming out in shallow pants. My eyes shut down of their own accord. The entity then spoke with a voice that might have held the weight of a thousand suns,

"Beyond the stars we go."

This is my oc, Tricity Boltz and her alter ego, ShockWave! She’s often moving around in the city through the electrical wires and she’s not on the clock, she’s practically obsessed with fighting villains in video games and collecting superhero comics and just adoring saving the day!