Hell is Empty - Prologueway_to_the_endFebruary 27 2012, 23:24:31 UTC
I've tried writing down a prologue for you. If you like it, I will write more of the story ^_^ Your prompt is like the best thing ever.
Black feathers twirled in the air and fell silently on the concrete, a moment later heavy boots trampled them and a fallen cigarette set a few on fire. The boots' owner, a tall guy with tanned skin and red eyes, stopped under a lamppost and looked up to the sky with a smirk as if quietly making a promise of bad things to come, then he turned around and started walking again, a few more feathers in his wake.
A few more steps and another pair of boots joined the guy's ones.
"I heard you coming." The girl's voice was low and raspy and the black feather tacked behind her ear stood out against the pink of her hair. Her green eyes lazily looked towards the guy walking on her side and she took in the shaved head with a raised eyebrow. "What happened to your hair?"
"I got tired of the mohawk." He let his eyes rake over the girl's body, a smirk tagging at his lips when he noticed the fishnet stockings stretched over her pale long legs, the heavy black boots, the short black skirt and the ripped tank top. "What's with the punk look?"
"I got tired of looking like a nice little girl," she answered making the guy laugh. "So, what are we doing here?"
"I got sent on a mission," he answered, putting emphasis on the pronoun. "I have to mingle with the mortals and found the purest souls around and snatch them."
The girl's lips curved into a mischievous grin. "So what's the plan?"
"I mingle with the mortals and snatch the purest souls around," he repeated in a monotone voice.
The girl raised her eyes to the sky and rolled her shoulders as if stretching out a cramp and black feathers fell behind her as if parts of invisible wings. "How are you going to find the purest souls or mingle for that matter?"
"I joined the local high school. Pure souls are going to stand out."
"I will help you."
They stopped in the dark between two lampposts and turned to look at each other. "Why?"
"I'm bored."
For long moments the boy studied the girl standing in front of him as if trying to find out what was the catch without having to voice the question. Finally, he smirked again a bit devilishly and at the same time handsomely. "Okay. I'll go by Puck."
The girl laughed carelessly sounding less dark than when she was talking. "Like the fairy?" She shook her head. "I'll call myself Quinn then so I'll guide you and you won't fuck everything up, Puck." She spat out the mortal name as if it were an insult, then she took a step towards where the darkness was absolute and disappeared leaving black feathers circling in the air.
Puck looked behind him for a moment, his paranoia stronger than ever, then he turned around and followed Quinn in the darkness.
White Dr. Martens stomped on the black feathers Puck left in his wake.
Re: Hell is Empty - Prologuelillian_ravenFebruary 28 2012, 07:00:24 UTC
Ohhh this sounds hot... I mean amazing. But yes, hot also. A fantastic start and I really hope you will write more. Especially because I know you are more a Finchel than a Faberry shipper. ♥
Re: Hell is Empty - Prologueway_to_the_endFebruary 28 2012, 23:26:42 UTC
I'm really happy that you liked it! I'll start working on more right away :) And I adore Faberry! I've never really been into femslash but Faberry is the exception. I just really love them.
Black feathers twirled in the air and fell silently on the concrete, a moment later heavy boots trampled them and a fallen cigarette set a few on fire. The boots' owner, a tall guy with tanned skin and red eyes, stopped under a lamppost and looked up to the sky with a smirk as if quietly making a promise of bad things to come, then he turned around and started walking again, a few more feathers in his wake.
A few more steps and another pair of boots joined the guy's ones.
"I heard you coming." The girl's voice was low and raspy and the black feather tacked behind her ear stood out against the pink of her hair. Her green eyes lazily looked towards the guy walking on her side and she took in the shaved head with a raised eyebrow. "What happened to your hair?"
"I got tired of the mohawk." He let his eyes rake over the girl's body, a smirk tagging at his lips when he noticed the fishnet stockings stretched over her pale long legs, the heavy black boots, the short black skirt and the ripped tank top. "What's with the punk look?"
"I got tired of looking like a nice little girl," she answered making the guy laugh. "So, what are we doing here?"
"I got sent on a mission," he answered, putting emphasis on the pronoun. "I have to mingle with the mortals and found the purest souls around and snatch them."
The girl's lips curved into a mischievous grin. "So what's the plan?"
"I mingle with the mortals and snatch the purest souls around," he repeated in a monotone voice.
The girl raised her eyes to the sky and rolled her shoulders as if stretching out a cramp and black feathers fell behind her as if parts of invisible wings. "How are you going to find the purest souls or mingle for that matter?"
"I joined the local high school. Pure souls are going to stand out."
"I will help you."
They stopped in the dark between two lampposts and turned to look at each other. "Why?"
"I'm bored."
For long moments the boy studied the girl standing in front of him as if trying to find out what was the catch without having to voice the question. Finally, he smirked again a bit devilishly and at the same time handsomely. "Okay. I'll go by Puck."
The girl laughed carelessly sounding less dark than when she was talking. "Like the fairy?" She shook her head. "I'll call myself Quinn then so I'll guide you and you won't fuck everything up, Puck." She spat out the mortal name as if it were an insult, then she took a step towards where the darkness was absolute and disappeared leaving black feathers circling in the air.
Puck looked behind him for a moment, his paranoia stronger than ever, then he turned around and followed Quinn in the darkness.
White Dr. Martens stomped on the black feathers Puck left in his wake.
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