Chapter 5A Chapter by Shane Williams
Chapter 5
In town meanwhile Eva walks through the
shopping mall, noticing her good college friends sitting in Café Nero’s. She
gives smile as they see her approaching. “Hey ladies how are we doing?, sitting
down next to her friends. One of them smiles with glee, “Fine, fine…how are
you?” Eva shakes her hair, better now that I’ve finished work. Much better” She
sits down looking at the different selection of drinks to choose from. “So Eva,
what’s happening about Chris?” one of the women asks leaning forwards.
“Chris?.. Nothing as far as I know”, confused by their question. “Nothing? Are
you serious?, one of the girls responds in shock, “he’s been looking at you
since the year started”. One of the women drinks some of her coffee, “Hell even
I’d go for him”, she replies making Eva blush. “He has soo got to be your date
for prom night” one of them suggests rolling her eyes. “Prom night… No. Just
no”, eva replies in embarrassment. Several of them laugh to themselves. “Aww
come on me and Lydia have a date already” Eva looks in surprise before looking
back at her food. (Eva leaves the town hall and finds she
has missed the bus. She then tries to phone home for a lift but it turns out
she has no credit left. Cursing to herself)
She cautiously walks into the alley
paying close attention to her surroundings, watching the windows and shadows in
fear of an attack. She suddenly hears something far behind her in the alley,
spinning around. Threatened she quickens her pace; he shoes hitting the flat
stone floor. She quickly goes past a dustbin, knocking it over clumsily, the
rubbish scattering across the path. Without notice she enters a wider area
facing several new entrances. She stops walking feeling lost, unsure which
route to take. My friends never told me about this she thinks to her cursing
her luck. As she’s considering her options she suddenly hears something.
Some wolf whistles in the air with a
hint of amusement, she suddenly stops defensively hearing the whistles from
above on her left. In one of the windows a guy is sat hidden in the shadows,
“well well well... what do we have here?” The man suddenly drops down from the
window still walking towards her. Eva takes several steps back before running
back the other way. All of a sudden a bulky man suddenly appears from behind
the shadows smelling of cigarettes, smiling to himself. “Hey babe where do you think you’re going?”.
Eva steps backwards trying to act tough. “Me? Ohh don’t mind me... I was just
heading home”, she tries to get through the man again only for him to push her
back with her body. “Hey come on babe, what’s the rush? I’m sure we can have
some fun”, the man replies as Eva turns around. “Isn’t that right guys?”. Then
three more men walk into the area, all of them humorously looking at her.
With her exit blocked Eva tries to run past the tall man only to be
grabbed by him. She screams out in panic, struggling against his hold. “Hey
don’t leave us now! The fun’s only getting started!” The man pulls of her
jacket before tossing her jacket to the three new arrivals who laugh to
themselves playing with it. She fights furiously against the man’s hold, in
reaction to her jacket. “Give that back now!”, she shouts in anger. The men
laughing to themselves, “Like hell we will!” With her anger she breaks free
from the man’s hold running to get her jacket back..
Just as they laugh to themselves
something glides above them, catching everyone’s attention.. "Let the women go". Everyone
suddenly turns to see a cloaked figure , his features hidden with the exception
of his chest. The leader turns towards the figure chuckles to himself bemused,
"yer you and what army?!" many of his friends laugh to themselves amused.
The cloaked figure raises his head threateningly showing his lower face,
displeased. "I don't need an army to beat scum like you". The
expressions suddenly change after being insulted, him and two others remove
blades from their back pockets in retaliation. "Well, bring it on tough
guy!", the leader remarks testing his armed hand.
The leader lunges forward his knife just missing the cloaked figure’s
head. With his defences down the figure elbows the man’s face knocking his head
back, he staggers backwards clutching his face, blood flowing down it. “You
b*****d! You broke my nose!, my f*****g nose!” The leader staggers backwards
allowing his two armed friends to attack him, both vertically slashing at the
figure in swipes. The figure dodges to the right before kicking at one of the
man’s kneecaps. The man howls in pain, dropping to the floor. Sensing the
trouble the leader grabs Eva and beckons his two other friends to follow
closely. Back in the area the figure knocks the last man to the ground before
facing the alley.
The men run deeper into the alley in a
panic, breathing heavily. Tired they all stop, the leader resting himself
against the brick wall, his head raised in exhaustion. “Do you think we lost
him?” One of the men questions, looking back down the alley hopefully. “Who
knows, whatever it was, that’s not human”, the bulky man replies, turning
towards their leader. “So err boss what’s the plan?”, the bulky man questions
somewhat nervous. The leader remains frozen, trying to slow his breathing. “We
need to get out of here now!” Just as he says this something drops down into
the alley behind him catching everyone off guard. “Ohh thank you so much!, the figure remains
silent unplacent of Eva. Before he can react Eva grips a hold onto the figure’s
cloak much to his surprise. He spins around in shock walking back into a wall. “Just
who are you?” Eva questions, the figure suddenly backs away hastily in fear
raising his hands. “Hey there’s nothing to fear” she reassures lifting his
hood. Her eyes suddenly widen, screaming at the face that is Matius. Quickly
she falls over, looking at his scarred inhuman face before running down the
alley leaving Matius alone.
Back on hell Ivan rests casually in his
quarters. A week has passed since Sousan’s followers have declared a new ruler
will take the throne, Ivan feels nervous. He turns around looking outside to
all the people who look so small from his window high in the palace grounds.
Did Sousan really have control over all these people he questions, he watches
as someone exits the alley and spots Ivan looking through the window giving a
little wave. Shyly Ivan quickly pulls away from the window before letting
himself drop into his luxury chair. He’s still concerned about Dervish, how he’s
alive even though he was thought dead. He claims he took a trip into the
wildands but investigating the record books Dervish hasn’t even departed from
hell. Maybe he was the one who killed Sousan, Ivan grits his teeth just
thinking about it. “I’m going to get some answers one way or another”, Ivan
utters in annoyance. Just as he thinks this he hears knocking at the door. He
turns his head towards it, “Who is it?” Ivan questions protective. “Ivan it’s Sousan’s advisor” Ivan closes his eyes
giving a little smile, “please come on in” Respectfully he enters his dormitory
approaching Ivan. “Is everything ready?” Ivan questions. The advisor suddenly
pauses his expression changes to guilt looking for forgiveness, “Sir... there’s
been a change of plan” Ivan suddenly rises himself from his bed in shock. “What
do you mean?”, who’s behind this?”. As Ivan demands, Dervish appears from
behind the advisor his eyes closed in satisfaction looking to Ivan. “I am”.
Ivan in shock rises from the chair shifting his gaze, “What the hell are you
doing here?” Dervish closes his eyes once more considering his words, “Why, to
give apology that you were considered…unfit to take the throne” Ivan grimaces
in anger stepping towards Dervish in anger, “On who’s orders?!”. Dervish closes
his eyes in amusement, “why people of the royal family of course. They believe
you lack the confidence to be ready, you have no power in your words no
conviction”. The advisor hearing these words notices a glow from Ivan’s
skeletal arm as his anger starts to show on the surface burning in intensity.
“I…I will leave you two to discuss this”, the advisor glancing at Ivan and
Dervish quickly makes his leave from the dormitory.
© 2013 Shane Williams |
StatsAuthorShane WilliamsWolverhampton, West Midlands, United KingdomAboutDervish photoshop by ~Shane000 on deviantART I am a Illustrator, Photography, can write poems and I'm currently writting a fantasy/action/adventure story which had been influenced my lord of the ri.. more..Writing
|