Whispers of the wind

A Story by Frizzy

When an ordinary girl discovers another world she soon finds out that she is anything but normal. Belived to be the last of her kind she searchs for more information about her family and people of her kind. The more she searchs the deeper invovled she bec

“Returning violence for violence only multiplies violence, adding deeper darkness to a night already devoid of stars. Darkness cannot drive out darkness; only light can do that. Hate cannot drive out hate; only love can do that.”
-- Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr.

“Why me? Why me? Why me? Why does this always happen to me?” I mumbled under my breath as I ran along the streets clutching my age old umbrella; my only shield against the flood of rain that was now falling from the sky. I glanced quickly behind me. They were still following. Maybe I was imagining it or over reacting but a group of people were following me. Not just a group of people more like a group of weirdos. They were all wearing black cloaks – except one wearing a dark blue one –covering their faces and walking in time with each other...almost as if they were marching. I looked behind me and slowed to a walk, I was wrong; they weren’t following me. They had completely stopped in the middle of a small intersection. All of them stood completely dead still, not even bothered by the rain that was starting to feel like hail. Then suddenly in a flash they split up. Two, back up the road we had just come from and two to the right and two to the left. They were so fast I could hardly believe I saw them move at all. I stopped. Weren’t there more of them? I looked behind me and my eyes opened in shock as one of them came running towards me. His blue cloak ripping behind him. I turned around to run but he was already in front of me clutching the weirdest looking gun I had ever seen. I looked up to a pair of blood red eyes. He pointed it at my forehead and pulled the trigger. Everything went black.

“Uhh...my head...” I complained as I opened my eyes to the familiar sight of my bedroom. Was it all a dream? I rolled over trying to bury my head into the pillow but didn’t realise how close I was to the end and I plummeted towards the ground. “Stupid bunk bed”! I groaned loudly. I heard the door creak open and the twins shuffled in.

“You do realise you owe us big time?” Said Kayden a grin etched into his face.

“For what exactly? I thought it was you that owed me for covering up your last ‘get rich quick’ scheme” I replied standing up. I cringed as a wave of pain washed over my head. What actually did happen to me?

“Well that dept has been cancelled and now you owe us” Said Conner smirking

“What Conner means to say is that we saved your life according to Isabelle and that has a price” Kayden said looking at his twin brother with a smirk.

“What do you mean ‘saved my life according to Isabelle’?”

“It was silly of you to fall asleep in the street like that...” Conner said shaking his head

“Very stupid if you ask me” Kayden Interrupted.

“So we thought we would take pity on you and shove you onto our wheelbarrow and take you home. Isabelle said that we were heroes and that we saved your life so now you owe us. Big time” Continued Conner. I sighed. I might as well give in now, the last person that said ‘no’ ended up with a broken arm and 1 months detention for something he didn’t do.

“How much do you want?” I asked knowing exactly what they wanted

“50 quid”

“You’ve got to be kidding me! 50 quid for shoving me in a wheelbarrow and taking me home?! As if”

“It was in the pouring rain...” Said Kayden holding out his hand for the money

“15 quid and that’s my final offer” I replied handing him the money. Conner grumbled a bit about the low price but they left without arguing.

© 2009 Frizzy

Author's Note

It's only the begining but what do you think? I know it very very rubish but please review so i can make it better :)

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Ryan

Well so far, I love it. My only suggestions would be to number one:tab each new paragraph in, two: list this as a book, three: split this chapter in half, the first part where she is "shot" being the prologue, and then the second part where she wakes up the first chapter. Lastly, uh maybe explain quid a little better, or find a name for a currency that flows a little bit better. Overall, wonderful job so far! Can't wait for more.