Romance-ish thingy.
But sometimes inapropriate,
as in language and gore...
But it's not that harsh. Kinda like PG-13
Anyways, if someone out there can give me advice,
I'd like to know how to improve this!
Second chapter will be out in two days or so.
Alright!
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The wind's voice tells me of winter. My body quakes as I listen to it ring. The smell of blood and death fills the air, and I know it without opening my eyes. Chains of life withered away this year once again. Before long, I became impatient for Spring's beautiful gown of flowers. The snow accumulates without a sound, like light.
But something was wrong. The snow didn't melt as it drifted onto my skin. It still had the bone-chilling sting, yet it didn't melt. As the snow became thicker, my tears flowed out. I did not know why. I had no memories, yet tears just kept streaming down. My numb body did not budge and I had been paralyzed by snow.
Then I heard the sound of a pistol shot in the dry air. Before I flicked my eyes open, a hand had covered my eyelids. Surprised, I had tried to make it move, but the arm was too strong.
"Who are you? Please let go!"
"No, I won't. Ya wanna to be one of 'em? They'll kill ya for sure."
"Who are 'they'? I don’t understand."
"Shuddup."
"Too scared to pull the trigger? Hurry up, stupid."
I then heard a sigh, and then another voice entered the conversation. That person seemed to be on my right.
"The angels are just duplicating again and again."
Then the sweet, faint voice had turned to me and whispered in my ear.
"We'll explain later. Just promise us not to dare open your eyes at any moment not even a blink or peek, okay?"
I lift my eyebrows, curious to see what exactly was happening. But I croaked.
"I promise."
"And also, let me add that you must never let go of those two hands off you face. Make it so that nobody can see how you look like."
Then the person stood up and I heard the loading of bullets, a sound I heard all the time in fighting or battling movies.
"Pass me some ammo, will you? And a grenade?"
"No prob, bro."
Then I heard the preparation for battle and a loud voice through a megaphone.
"Get ready, you rebellious angels. We ain’t gonna lose to them. Let's go, Anti-Angel Battlefront!"
"Idiot, when did we have a team name?"
A voice smirked. Then loud clashes and bangs rung through the air. My eyelids wanted to open, but I knew I wasn’t supposed to.
"I know you want to, but don't! Count to ten, will you? Then we'll be making a new record. Right, team? Last time was―"
"Quit talking, show-off!"
"Count!"
I nodded and counted as they said.
"One. Two…"
I heard a grenade explode and the wind blew as I held my hands to my ears. It was like chaos. No, it was chaos.
"…Five. Six. Seven…"
There was another explosion, louder than the last one. My eardrums were about to blast into pieces.
"Nine… Ten!"
The final explosion picked me off my feet and sent me a few feet away from where I lay. I landed in the powdery snow like a cushion. I thudded down and slid in the cold, icy snow.
"New record, guys! 5 minutes 22 seconds with about 350 angels! Woot!"
"Yea, buddy!"
I smiled, still with eyes closed and hands over my face, as though I were being 'it' in Hide-and-Seek.
"Uhm… Can I open my eyes?"
"Wait,"
Somebody ruffled through a pile of wood and metal and got something out. The person took my hand and placed something solid on it.
"Put this on."
It was a mask. I just shrugged and put it on. As I flicked my eyes open, I realized that I wasn’t the only one wearing a mask. They were all wearing masks.
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I swear the next chater is better.
Just wait. I'll show you!
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