WAO. BRITNIE WROTE SOMETHING.
YES. THAT'S RIGHT. I WROTE SOMETHING. FINALLY!!! :O
So, I have this super wicked not-so awesome idea notebook. Not-so-awesome becuase I forget the notebook, what I meant to write in the notebook, or the actual idea before I'm able to write it, or when I have something good to put in it. Or, I'll give up and start a new notebook. Or it gets too messy so I have to start a new one. Anyway. I go through it when I'm feeling like writing. And I came across a good idea!
....then I realize that, uh, all I have of this idea is what I wrote down. So I go begging, yes? And YES, Gwen is avaliable for discussion/brainstorming time! And I get enough to write...uhh. Yeah. The prologue. Which is only one page long.
BUT IT'S SOMETHING, OKAY?! AND HOPEFULLY NOT SUPER SUCKY.
So, here you go.
Title: Death's Wish
Fandom: Original
Chapter: Prologue
“Now,” the old woman's voice gently reached him, “I'm not saying that it's going to happen any time soon. Oh, no, it won't happen for a long while yet, but this is something that you need to know.” She laughed, an aged laugh that ended in a wheeze before she continued on, her voice sounding serious but light, as if it wasn't something too important. Her serious blue eyes, still sharp despite her age, belied the seriousness that her voice lacked. She was serious, but you wouldn't know unless you were staring into her eyes. The boy she was tucking into bed did not see her face, only hearing her voice.
“When you die, remember to close your eyes,” she paused and her hand hovered over the boy's eyes, brushing against his skin for moments before her voice continued on in a hushed tone. “You do not want to remember the face of the Death God as she descends from Heaven to give you the kiss that shall steal away your soul. Hers is a face that you would not want to remember as you enter Eternity; she'll not like the way your face contorts as you scream.”
She did not expect the boy to say anything to this, not after the first few times. He'd learned to fall asleep before she finished the reminder, or at the least to pretend. If he was awake and alert, he would be interested and want to know more. She would have to oblige his curiosity, make up stories about what the Death God's face looked like. But most of all...
Most of all, it meant that he had to listen. That she would have to remind him again and again, more than once in a night, that he must-not-look-at-her-face when his time comes.
The old woman sighed and brushed her grandson's brown hair out of his face as she slowly stood and made to leave his room. She glanced behind her as she reached for the doorknob and smiled at the boy.
“Goodnight, sweet child,” she whispered, closing his door slowly until only a strip of artificial light was shed on the boy's face. She slowly made her way back to her own room, feeling anxious to leave the boy alone in his room for the first time in a long while. She ignored the feeling and pushed her own door open, stepping into the dark room and sitting on her bed.
She closed her eyes and exhaled slowly, feeling the unreasonable tension leave her body in that instant, before she completely lay down and started to drift off to sleep.
She was awoken to the sound of a woman's voice and it was speaking her name. She did not panic, for she knew what was about to come. She did not open her eyes, not even when she felt soft lips on her own, gently pressing them together. Against her own will, she gasped and her eyes fluttered at the sensation of her soul detaching.
In front of her eyes was a being with skin that shone purest white and eyes the color of sapphires, hair red as blood. She looked so young, so lonely, but from the look in her eyes, there was no denying who she was.
Tears dripped down the old woman's cheeks and a soundless scream was torn from her throat in agony. Dying seemed almost painful to those who could have witnessed it, but it was merely a sob of pure sadness.
The sadness felt by the dying was nothing compared to the sadness felt by the girl who collected the old woman's gentle soul moments later. The soul was warm in her arms.
It was impossible to keep your eyes closed when faced with her, after all.
-end prologue-
Uhh, yeah. That's what I've got so far...
Any comments/critique would be much appreciated!
Hopefully I can manage to write more, ne~