Diary of the Damned
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Category:
Angst › General
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
5
Views:
1,028
Reviews:
2
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance of characters to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. The Author holds exclusive rights to this work. Unauthorized duplication is prohibited.
Chapter One: People Arrive
Chapter One:
People Arrive
"Last call for boarding of flight 627 to Sacramento, California. Last call for boarding flight 627."
At last, the plane arrived and Shelly was carefully situated in the front row of first class. She had a warm towel brought to her and she deftly placed it over her eyher her headache had gotten worse.
Earlier, while she was waiting, a group of Chinese businessmen had sat right next to her, talking very excitedly about something. She had no idea what they were saying, but the constant barrage of Chinese syllables caused the jabbing pain behind her eyes.
Things were better, now "” her headache had began to wane, and there was still music emanating from her MP3 player. She stretched out and promptly fell asleep.
Immediately, she began to dream. She never drea Of Of course, she had dreamt before, but she never seemed to remember the dreams. This time she did. I guess it was a prophetic dream of sorts.
In the dream, Nathan was walking through a serene-looking place; it could be described as a perfect replica of what the Elysian Field was fabled to appear as.
He kept walking, and passed a quickly flowing stream. As he passed by, that part of the river died up, and in the caked mud bed, Shelly saw ethereal flat images of people clawing towards the sky.
Other things changed too. The serene countryside became riddled with stunted trees, bearing what looked to be shriveled, brownish, poisoned fruit. Then, her brother turned ("˜he looks so pale,' she thought) and gave a quick strained smile, slowly distorting into one of the trees himself.
Shelly woke up whimpering, covered in a cold sweat. There was a single tear running down her left cheek. A stewardess swiftly came up the aisle.
"Dear, are you alright? Do you need a glass of water or something? Better yet, something to eat? You look so pale "” almost like you've seen a ghost."
"I'm okay," she quivered. "Just a bad dream, that's all."
The stewardess produced another small, warmed towel for Shelly to wipe her face with, and took it back with her when she was done.
"˜What the hell was all that about? I am sure Freud could enlighten me"¦ His diagnosis would have something to do with sex I am sure, but"¦ It was just a dream, one I remembered, but still just a random firing of neurons in my brain; maybe it was over stimulation. Those damn businessmen"¦! No, who am I kidding? I must have caused it with my worrying about Nathan.'
"Ding Ding. The plane will be landing soon, please everyone return to your seats and fasten you safety belts"¦ Please turn off any electrical equipment you may have until we land."
That is when Shelly found her MP3 player stilayilaying wedged between the seats. Sheked ked it up and turned it off.
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She was finally free from the drain of society, finally free of the airport, but not before stopping at Starbucks. People say that Starbucks are everywhere but they seem to disappear whenever you really need them.
Sipping her coffee, she made her way to rent a car. It seemed that now everything was placed right next to each other.
Sure, it was convenient to be able exit an airport, walk ten feet, rent a car, then walk ten feet more and rent a room. However, all of this convenience led to the mass laziness that was now the scourge of society. Nobody wanted to do anything themselves; they seemed to favor little children in foreign countries to do whatever it was that they needed. Two cents a day and you have yourself a working force"¦ until the kids reach their teens and realize they are being screwed over and leave.
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Shelly was driving along some interstate which one she didn't know or care. She was going to see her brother and he'd be all right.
"˜He just has to be alright. I have to be crazy.'
Nathan had always been accident-prone, so she should be used to things happening to him.
"˜My entire mode of thinking has to be faulty. I am worrying how he is hurt before I even know if he is hurt at all."˜ A small smacking sound could be heard.
That was Nathan's pet peeve: Shelly always smacked her forehead with her palm. She seemed to do it unconsciously, but it still annoyed him.
"Relax," she muttered to herself. " Relaxing breaths"¦ Calm"¦"
Then she screamed as loud as she possibly could.
"There now I feel better."
Shelly followed the road and finally arrived where her brother resided; she was surprised that she remembered how to get there. She hadn't seen him in almost a , bu, but they still talked frequently. Their relationship was the only healthy one in their entire family.
Besides Nathan, Shelly had two other brothers, all of them younger than her. While Nathan and Shelly were two years apart, Johnathon and Michael were born when Shelly was seven. Those years in between made a lot of difference.
Shelly and Nathan had always been more than brother and sister; they had been friends and remained that way. Sure there had been fights, all brothers and sisters have them, but there were no year-long pauses between them, no silent treatment.
Somehow, their interests and strengths had meshed. Shelly couldn't do math, at all, yet Nathan was a complete prodigy in that respect. He was also good at English "” well, with all the languages he knew, he had to be good at English. Even at the age of 16, he was a brooding polyglot. He wasn't completely fluent in the languages he knew, but he knew enough to get by.
He had helped Shelly in English tohe whe wasn't a dunce in it as she was in math, but every now and then she needed help understanding the "classics."
It seemed that the only thing Nathan wasn't good at was History, which happened to be something in which Shelly excelled. She always seemed to take pride in that; she could do something her brother couldn't, and he hated that fact.
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"Knock Knock. Oh come on, it's three thirty in the afternoon, you are usually up." Fear subtly forced itself into her voice. Maybe something had happened. She began to knock harder, until she heard some kind of movement spring from the compete stillness. She waited for what seemed forever, the sounds changing periodically. Someone was coming to the door.
The door was swished open by a man of average height, with entrancing eyes of hazel, and dark short-cropped hair. He was beautiful, but not in a feminine way at all; he was beautiful in a rough way. There was just something about his eyes that made you stop and stare.
"What do you want?" the man had obviously just woken up, and he looked discontent. He continually pressed two fingers on his temple.
"I am really sorry, I guess I have the wrong door. I was looking for my brother "” I am really sorry for waking you"¦"
"No, I am sorry for being rude. Truthfully, I have a hangover from last night and I guess I'm a little grumpy. Who is your brother? Maybe I can tell you where he is."
She was staring"¦ there was something about his eyes, a depth. She shook her head slightly to bring herself back.
"Nathan Hales." She stopped short, caught in his eyes again.
"Yeah, his room is just two over on your right."
"Thank you, thank you very much." She said somewhat giddily. As she started to walk over to her brother's room, her body moved but her eyes stayed on Damien, until they had no choice but to move with her.
"You won't find him there, though." The man was now leaning on the doorframe, his well muscled body flexing as he shifted. "He has a class right now."
"Oh"¦ Do you know when it ends?"
"Yeah, at four fifteen," Shelly wandered back to Damien's door.
"You can wait in here until then if you like," he offered.
"Of course I would," she thought. "˜What is wrong with me? Just a few minutes ago I was so worried about my brother, now a guy shows up and I lose my purpose? In my defense, he is no ordinary guy, but that has nothing to do with it. Wait "” he said that Nathan was in class; Nathan should be fine then. Anyway, I can't just go barge in and interrupt a class to see how he is. There isn't any evidence to the contrary"¦ Fine, I'll go in.'
"Sure, just until my brother gets back."
"It is a little messy in here. I thought I should warn you." He opened the door further and motioned her in.
"That's okay"¦ I'm sorry, I don't even know your name."
"It's Damien "” I don't know yours, either."
"I'm Shelly." She reached out and they shook hands. He had such soft hands for a guy, delicate but still strong.
They went in, and the place was a mess, but he had warned her. He indicated a chair in which she could sit and he began to tidy up.
"I'm sorry, I didn't realize that I am half naked." He went into another part of the room, found a red shirt, and slipped it on.
Secretly, Shelly wished that he'd kept it off. She wasn't usually boy crazy, but those eyes! They were entrancing. Because of them, she kept losing small moments of time. She heard the end of a question and just answered yes, then, realizing what she\'d done, shook her head.
"Could you repeat that?"
"Does Nathan know you are coming?"
"Oh, no. I just decided to surprise him. How do you know my brother, by the way?"
"We had some of the same classes, werewere partnered up for a project. After that, we became friends. Nathan spoke of you a lot."
"Oh really"¦."
There was a sound outside of a door opening. It couldn't have been four fifteen already could it? Shelly glanced at her watch and it was. "˜We must have stood at the door for a long time. It's his damn eyes"¦"˜ she reflected with embarrassment. Her cheeks took on a red tone; she must have looked like an idiot earlier.
Damien made a quick glace at the clock. "That should be him."
People Arrive
"Last call for boarding of flight 627 to Sacramento, California. Last call for boarding flight 627."
At last, the plane arrived and Shelly was carefully situated in the front row of first class. She had a warm towel brought to her and she deftly placed it over her eyher her headache had gotten worse.
Earlier, while she was waiting, a group of Chinese businessmen had sat right next to her, talking very excitedly about something. She had no idea what they were saying, but the constant barrage of Chinese syllables caused the jabbing pain behind her eyes.
Things were better, now "” her headache had began to wane, and there was still music emanating from her MP3 player. She stretched out and promptly fell asleep.
Immediately, she began to dream. She never drea Of Of course, she had dreamt before, but she never seemed to remember the dreams. This time she did. I guess it was a prophetic dream of sorts.
In the dream, Nathan was walking through a serene-looking place; it could be described as a perfect replica of what the Elysian Field was fabled to appear as.
He kept walking, and passed a quickly flowing stream. As he passed by, that part of the river died up, and in the caked mud bed, Shelly saw ethereal flat images of people clawing towards the sky.
Other things changed too. The serene countryside became riddled with stunted trees, bearing what looked to be shriveled, brownish, poisoned fruit. Then, her brother turned ("˜he looks so pale,' she thought) and gave a quick strained smile, slowly distorting into one of the trees himself.
Shelly woke up whimpering, covered in a cold sweat. There was a single tear running down her left cheek. A stewardess swiftly came up the aisle.
"Dear, are you alright? Do you need a glass of water or something? Better yet, something to eat? You look so pale "” almost like you've seen a ghost."
"I'm okay," she quivered. "Just a bad dream, that's all."
The stewardess produced another small, warmed towel for Shelly to wipe her face with, and took it back with her when she was done.
"˜What the hell was all that about? I am sure Freud could enlighten me"¦ His diagnosis would have something to do with sex I am sure, but"¦ It was just a dream, one I remembered, but still just a random firing of neurons in my brain; maybe it was over stimulation. Those damn businessmen"¦! No, who am I kidding? I must have caused it with my worrying about Nathan.'
"Ding Ding. The plane will be landing soon, please everyone return to your seats and fasten you safety belts"¦ Please turn off any electrical equipment you may have until we land."
That is when Shelly found her MP3 player stilayilaying wedged between the seats. Sheked ked it up and turned it off.
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She was finally free from the drain of society, finally free of the airport, but not before stopping at Starbucks. People say that Starbucks are everywhere but they seem to disappear whenever you really need them.
Sipping her coffee, she made her way to rent a car. It seemed that now everything was placed right next to each other.
Sure, it was convenient to be able exit an airport, walk ten feet, rent a car, then walk ten feet more and rent a room. However, all of this convenience led to the mass laziness that was now the scourge of society. Nobody wanted to do anything themselves; they seemed to favor little children in foreign countries to do whatever it was that they needed. Two cents a day and you have yourself a working force"¦ until the kids reach their teens and realize they are being screwed over and leave.
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Shelly was driving along some interstate which one she didn't know or care. She was going to see her brother and he'd be all right.
"˜He just has to be alright. I have to be crazy.'
Nathan had always been accident-prone, so she should be used to things happening to him.
"˜My entire mode of thinking has to be faulty. I am worrying how he is hurt before I even know if he is hurt at all."˜ A small smacking sound could be heard.
That was Nathan's pet peeve: Shelly always smacked her forehead with her palm. She seemed to do it unconsciously, but it still annoyed him.
"Relax," she muttered to herself. " Relaxing breaths"¦ Calm"¦"
Then she screamed as loud as she possibly could.
"There now I feel better."
Shelly followed the road and finally arrived where her brother resided; she was surprised that she remembered how to get there. She hadn't seen him in almost a , bu, but they still talked frequently. Their relationship was the only healthy one in their entire family.
Besides Nathan, Shelly had two other brothers, all of them younger than her. While Nathan and Shelly were two years apart, Johnathon and Michael were born when Shelly was seven. Those years in between made a lot of difference.
Shelly and Nathan had always been more than brother and sister; they had been friends and remained that way. Sure there had been fights, all brothers and sisters have them, but there were no year-long pauses between them, no silent treatment.
Somehow, their interests and strengths had meshed. Shelly couldn't do math, at all, yet Nathan was a complete prodigy in that respect. He was also good at English "” well, with all the languages he knew, he had to be good at English. Even at the age of 16, he was a brooding polyglot. He wasn't completely fluent in the languages he knew, but he knew enough to get by.
He had helped Shelly in English tohe whe wasn't a dunce in it as she was in math, but every now and then she needed help understanding the "classics."
It seemed that the only thing Nathan wasn't good at was History, which happened to be something in which Shelly excelled. She always seemed to take pride in that; she could do something her brother couldn't, and he hated that fact.
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"Knock Knock. Oh come on, it's three thirty in the afternoon, you are usually up." Fear subtly forced itself into her voice. Maybe something had happened. She began to knock harder, until she heard some kind of movement spring from the compete stillness. She waited for what seemed forever, the sounds changing periodically. Someone was coming to the door.
The door was swished open by a man of average height, with entrancing eyes of hazel, and dark short-cropped hair. He was beautiful, but not in a feminine way at all; he was beautiful in a rough way. There was just something about his eyes that made you stop and stare.
"What do you want?" the man had obviously just woken up, and he looked discontent. He continually pressed two fingers on his temple.
"I am really sorry, I guess I have the wrong door. I was looking for my brother "” I am really sorry for waking you"¦"
"No, I am sorry for being rude. Truthfully, I have a hangover from last night and I guess I'm a little grumpy. Who is your brother? Maybe I can tell you where he is."
She was staring"¦ there was something about his eyes, a depth. She shook her head slightly to bring herself back.
"Nathan Hales." She stopped short, caught in his eyes again.
"Yeah, his room is just two over on your right."
"Thank you, thank you very much." She said somewhat giddily. As she started to walk over to her brother's room, her body moved but her eyes stayed on Damien, until they had no choice but to move with her.
"You won't find him there, though." The man was now leaning on the doorframe, his well muscled body flexing as he shifted. "He has a class right now."
"Oh"¦ Do you know when it ends?"
"Yeah, at four fifteen," Shelly wandered back to Damien's door.
"You can wait in here until then if you like," he offered.
"Of course I would," she thought. "˜What is wrong with me? Just a few minutes ago I was so worried about my brother, now a guy shows up and I lose my purpose? In my defense, he is no ordinary guy, but that has nothing to do with it. Wait "” he said that Nathan was in class; Nathan should be fine then. Anyway, I can't just go barge in and interrupt a class to see how he is. There isn't any evidence to the contrary"¦ Fine, I'll go in.'
"Sure, just until my brother gets back."
"It is a little messy in here. I thought I should warn you." He opened the door further and motioned her in.
"That's okay"¦ I'm sorry, I don't even know your name."
"It's Damien "” I don't know yours, either."
"I'm Shelly." She reached out and they shook hands. He had such soft hands for a guy, delicate but still strong.
They went in, and the place was a mess, but he had warned her. He indicated a chair in which she could sit and he began to tidy up.
"I'm sorry, I didn't realize that I am half naked." He went into another part of the room, found a red shirt, and slipped it on.
Secretly, Shelly wished that he'd kept it off. She wasn't usually boy crazy, but those eyes! They were entrancing. Because of them, she kept losing small moments of time. She heard the end of a question and just answered yes, then, realizing what she\'d done, shook her head.
"Could you repeat that?"
"Does Nathan know you are coming?"
"Oh, no. I just decided to surprise him. How do you know my brother, by the way?"
"We had some of the same classes, werewere partnered up for a project. After that, we became friends. Nathan spoke of you a lot."
"Oh really"¦."
There was a sound outside of a door opening. It couldn't have been four fifteen already could it? Shelly glanced at her watch and it was. "˜We must have stood at the door for a long time. It's his damn eyes"¦"˜ she reflected with embarrassment. Her cheeks took on a red tone; she must have looked like an idiot earlier.
Damien made a quick glace at the clock. "That should be him."