CHAPTER 4 OF NONAME

Jessica appeared out of nowhere. One minute she was gone. The next she was sitting in the front passenger seat. Kay blinked to make sure she was seeing things right.

“Jonathan…” Kay trailed off.

“It’s alright.” He said.

Jessica noticed Kay for the first time. “What’s she doing here?” She said to Jonathan.

“She wouldn’t go back…”

“You could have made her. She shouldn’t be here.” Jessica obviously wasn’t happy. And in Kay’s opinion, she was being a bit bratty.

“We’re saving time this way.”

“Whatever.” Jessica said, and stared out her window. There was an awkward silence.

Kay was about to ask what they were doing when Jonathan said, “I wonder where he is.” She bit back the urge to ask who “he” was. She just looked out the window, fingering her silver cross necklace. A present from her mother.

They sat in silence for a couple minutes (or what seemed like it. All the clocks had stopped working.) Then Jessica said, “Maybe Melissa was wrong…maybe she skipped over a few cities. Maybe she thought she sensed him but really didn’t. You know she was just learning how to mindcast over long distances. Maybe…” Jessica stopped when she saw a figure move in the bushes edging the parking lot. It could have been an animal. But it moved too…predatory for a suburban animal.
Kay and Jonathan had seen it, too.
“Darkling?” Jessica said, pulling her glowing hand out of her pocket. She flexed her fingers, ready to strike (literally). But then the creature stood up on two legs. Jessica lowered her hand a little, wondering if this was just the Midnighter after all. Then a dark sound rose up in the throat of whatever it was. It sounded like a cross between a growl and a howl. Then it made its way cautiously yet quickly towards the car.
Jessica didn’t know when she decided it wasn’t human. But the next thing she knew, her lightning had struck the figure, illuminating its features. She gasped when she saw it was a human. A guy, around 20 or so. She immediately stopped the lightning, wondering if he was dead. But he wasn’t even fazed by it. He looked down at the last charges of electricity in his body and howled. All three Midnighters froze at the horrible sound. His face was upturned toward the dark moon. He raised his arms up. They were covered in thick, black fur. His eyes were death as they flashed indigo. They were eyes that looked ready to kill.
Then he (or she, or it. Whatever.) charged toward the car. Jessica was startled into action. “God, Jonathan. Run!” She herself was opening the door, slamming it shut, and in the flash of an eye was standing next to Jonathan, then jumping off the ground into the safety of the sky.
She barely saw Kay make it out before the beast-human came down on it, scraping the doors with fingernails. It reached inside Jessica’s open window and ripped the seat fabric. Jessica shuddered and turned back around, focusing on flying.
What a nightmare.

Kay’s thoughts were pretty much the same. She had never seen anything like that before. She had gotten a closer view than Jonathan and Jessica. It looked like…a psycho dog-human. But it couldn’t be. Could it? Kay wasn’t sure she wouldn’t believe it. After all, two weeks ago, she wouldn’t have believed she would even be considering anything of the type. She pushed the thoughts aside for the moment and caught up with Jessica and Jonathan.
They all landed a safe distance away from the car. Jessica was obviously confused. And spooked. Jonathan’s expression was hard to read.
“What was that?” Kay asked. She hoped they knew.

“I don’t know. A new type of darkling?” Jonathan said, considering the possibility.

“What’s a darkling?” Kay asked. She obviously had a lot to learn.

“Ancient creatures that are trapped in the blue time – the hour at midnight. Most of the darklings were killed though, and I don’t see how one would have gotten this far out.” Jessica said, gazing at her shining hand.

“Then what is it?” Kay asked.

Jessica sighed. “If only I knew.”

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much fawesomeness…

 -Co-Prez OUT! 8)

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NOT REALLY CHASING MIDNIGHT WEREWOLVES RELATED…

NOT REALLY CHASING MIDNIGHT WEREWOLVES RELATED….but its foolio. so i just have to say it.

 but first i need to say sorry to Allie-wa. cause i promised that i wood post chapter 4 next. but i will post it next. after this…

Comment by srcsmgrl on January 16, 2008 9:02 pm

Hey Lizzy-wa and Serafina-zanes (and any other teen bloggers out there). Yalsa is looking for teen bloggers. If you are interested I put the link in my name to their blog and all the info is there.

Cool thing you have going on here!

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fawesomeness huh? i think im gonna apply…

 -Co-Prez OUT! 😀

CHAPTER 3 OF GRADUATION

“Haven’t seen a psychokitty in ages.” Dess commented to an awestruck Connor and Tech. 

“Dess, quit scaring the kids,” Rex warned, the kind of thing he’d never have said a year ago. A year alone with Dess and his darkling senses in Bixby had changed him, a little. Dess rolled her eyes. She hadn’t changed much.

“Connor. Tech. Everyone,” Melissa introduced, just to be sure.

“What talents we got?” Dess asked, interested.

“Seer,” Melissa said, pointing. “Polymath.”

Dess smiled like it was Supernumerary Mathematician Christmas again.

“Polymath. Fawesome,” Dess answered. The others looked blankly. She rolled her eyes agin, grinning. Losers.

“Come on. I want you to read some lore for me,” Rex said, gesturing Connor and the others inside.

The room was crappy as ever. Dust, junk, and boxes, all frozen in the blue time. In front of the TV, Rex’s dad sat, stiff, his mouth and eyes open and glassy. Connor and Tech watched it all like kids rushed through a carnival house of horrors. Dess just averted her eyes.

Rex’s room had gona from messy crashing-place to full size museum in the last year. Bookshelves, constructed and salvaged, rimmed the walls, covered in artifacts and lore and books and tridecagrams and metal.

“Alright. Read this for me,” Rex started, and Dess got bored already, wandering the edges of the room. Connor and Tech stayed huddled in the middle. Melissa fell back on the bed, running her hands through her short hair. It’d grown out of the buzz, a little, so now it was more fashionable crop than inmate shave.

There are few things on earth more boring than being a polymath sitting around watching two seers look at lore and scribble down symbols.

For Dess, this was usually the sort of thing she considered Hell.

Unless, say, you had another plymath to talk to. Even if he was, admittedly, looking a little shell-shocked and clinging to his brother.

“Never seen a psychokitty before, have you?” Dess asked the other polymath, this Tech. He was looking around, wide-eyed, shoulders hunched in his dark blue pullover sweatshirt. He shook his head.

“Don’t you guys have any weapons?”

Tech shook his head. Dess was outraged.

“No weapons at all? No clean steel? No tridecalogisms?”

He shook his head.

“What’s a tridecalogism?” Dess just about exploded as Tech asked that question. What had Melissa, Jess and Jonathan told these kids? Then she smiled, getting the glint in her eyes that scared people who knew her well enough. This was going to be fun.

“Tridecalogism…” she started pulling off both of her named steel thumb rings (Zombification and Electrocution, her two favorite means of death), “is a thirteen-letter word that means thirteen-letter word.”

The next day around noon, Rex Greene led Connor into the Clovis Museum, passing dusty cases full of lore-inscribed arrowheads. The open excavation wall loomed on one side, and directly in front of them was Rex’s Rosetta Stone, a giant slab of rock covered in lore symbols. If Connor really could see some other, secret lore, this was the place to test it.

Last midnight, he’d consistently come up with slightly different versions of the lore than Rex. They told the same stories, it seemed, but in different words, different points of view, different accounts, maybe like the books of the Bible.

Rex wanted to see what he could do at Lore 101. Already he was plotting taking the other seer down to the Snake Pit.

Rex surveyed the museum happily. After Jonathan and Melissa had left, he’d gotten a part-time job at the museum, and thrown himself into excavations, labeling, dusting and organizing. Without the curator’s knowledge, he’d slowly turned the place into Midnighter Lore 101.

Connor looked around disinterestedly.

“God, this place is lame,” he said. Rex glared. “Seriously.” Connor still wasn’t getting the hint. “About as pathetic and small-town as everything in Bixby.”

Rex might agree. That didn’t mean Connor could say it. Connor who’d been running around with Jonathan and Melissa while Rex took finals, who’d only been a seer for less than a year, who hadn’t studied the lore all his life, hadn’t gotten captured by darklings, didn’t know how hard it was to be a halfling.

Rex shoved Connor up against a wall, his hand to Connor’s throat.

“Think you’re big-time, don’t you, little seer? Pathetic. Little. Human.” He spat.

“I’m not afraid of you.” Connor choked. Bad move. Rex reached for him with the darkling senses he’d learned to control over the last year.

“But you’re afraid of Midnight. You’re afraid of all those little slithers and darklings and psychokitties coming to get you every night. You’re afraid they’re going to come in the blue time and snatch away your poor, innocent little brother.”

Rex bared his teeth. Connor shivered and choked, and Rex Greene the halfling let him down. Connor gasped as his Converse slid back on to the dusty linoleum floor.

“Trust me.” Rex said. “You should be afraid of me.”

And he kept walking, strolling over to the case that contained the flat slab of the giant lore stone. Reluctantly, slowly, warily, Connor followed.

“Top right corner, what do you see?” Rex asked after a minute.

“Flame-bringer symbol.” Connor answered quickly. Last midnight Rex had taught him some of the more basic symbols; the ones for most of the talents and a few others.

It went on like this for a while, Connor sketching symbols he didn’t know the names of into a notebook Rex’d brought.

At four o’clock, museum closing time, they looked over the pages, examining them fully for the first real time. Reading their meaning.

“We have to tell Jonathan.” Rex said, possibly the first time he’d ever thought or said such a thing.

As it happened, Jessica Day and Jonathan Martinez reached Bixby Oklahoma about halfway through the secret hour that night. they’d flown all through the blue time the previous night, covering a decent amount of ground, not stopping to sightsee, flying the entire hour, almost falling down as midnight ended.

The secret hour came again, and they flew less quickly, Jess full of reluctance about coming back to Bixby, knowing her family were just miles away but she’d never see them. The rip was completely closed up by now.

They flew over the Bixby junkyard on the way into town. In the blue hour, it was a city of metal, shining skeletons of buildings and machinery, the steel glinting in the light of the dark moon. A winged shape caught her eye.

“Look!” she said, gesturing with her and Jonathan’s intertwined hands. He panicked a little, from being knocked off balance, and suspecting darklings.

“Where?” he asked, whipping around and pulling them down to the ground so much as he could.

“Pegasus.” She said simply, and Jonathan looked down, the pair of them gently floating to the ground in the junkyard, separating.

The once-magnificent horse that had crowned the top of the Mobil Building during Jessica’s sophomore year was rusty and burned, blackened by the strike of lightning.

Blue-tinged rust turned red and flaked off under Jessica’s fingertips as she brushed them against the familiar curve of the wings. Her eyes filled with tears.

A lightness filled her. Jonathan had come up beside her, holding her hand securely with his.

“It’s going to be okay. We’ll find a way.” He reassured, and she tried to believe him, looking up into the eyes of her boyfriend, who was now two years older than her, not just one.

“I’m serious. This thing with Connor, it’ll be the breakthrough.” Jessica Day turned her head away, focusing blurry eyes on the metal wings of the Pegasus sign.

They made it to Dess’ house, the meeting place arranged when Jonathan had called from the small, no-name town he’d stayed in for the day, just before the secret hour ended. Melissa must have felt them coming, because she, Rex, Dess, Connor and Tech were waiting together on the lawn.

“We found something.” Rex said even before Jonathan and Jess landed. “In the lore.”

“What?” Jonathan asked just as the secret hour ended, color flooding Bixby, Oklahoma. He spun around to Jess just as her hands dissolved under his, and she was gone with a sweet smile.

“It’s about how the darklings first made the secret hour. They had to fold things into the blue time, one by one, the elders jumping in and out and bringing the others with them.”

“But if darklings could go in and out of the secret hour whenever they wanted, why all the stuff about the rips? Why wouldn’t they just come out and hunt whenever they wanted?”

“They used to. But even then they could only come out through places where the secret hour existed. And there were usually midnighters to fight them off. And somehow, eventually, there weren’t enough elders, and they lost the power, and got too cautious.”

“What’s your point, Rex?” Jonathan interjected into the rambling history lecture.

“His point,” Connor took over, “is that wehave the power. And that the darklings could go back and forth. They could bring stuff into midnight, but they could also bring it out.”

It felt like the secret hour again, except only Jonathan’s organs knew it, and they’d jumped up at midnight gravity without the approval of the rest of his body. Heart in his throat, stomach in his lungs.

“But…” Jonathan objected a second later. “We don’t have a darkling.”

“No.” Rex Greene answered. “But we have a halfling.”

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how freakishly fawesome is that?

-Co-Prez OUT! 😀

CHAPTER 3 OF NONAME: HIGHWAY

Jonathan was about to pull out the parking lot when Kay knocked on the window. Jonathan, startled, looked over to see her standing outside. He cursed under his breath as he rolled down the window.

“Why did you follow us?” Jonathan asked, mad at her. Again.

“I can’t stay there.” Kay said, standing firm.

“Yes you can. Go back before they realize you’re gone.”

“No! I can’t. I don’t belong there. I don’t even belong here anymore.” Kay felt more tears in her eyes, but she didn’t let them fall this time.

Jonathan sighed, but he understood. “Fine then. Get in the back.”

Kay said nothing as she opened the door and strapped herself in. Only after the seatbelt clicked did she remember the childhood warnings about getting in cars with strangers. But Jonathan seemed safe. Safe enough, anyway. Jonathan pulled out the parking place and then shifted gears into drive as he pulled out the parking lot. They turned onto familiar back roads out to highway. They drove farther and farther away from the city. Farther and farther away from Kay’s old life.

They were on the highway all day. They stopped once to eat at a McDonald’s (cheeseburgers from the dollar menu, and two sodas, grace of a broken drink machine). They were quiet the whole way, too. It seemed like a spell hung in the air, fragile as a spiderweb, and the slightest breath could break it. Jonathan tried turning the radio on once, but they were too far between cities to pick up any clear radio signal.

After hours on the road, Kay finally fell asleep. Well, half asleep. She was still kept in subtle consciousness by the movement of the car and the sound of wind whistling past the barely closed window. She didn’t notice when the car started to slow as they got off on an exit to a new city.
Kay woke when the car stopped. It was dark outside. Her vision was blurry. Kay blinked her eyes and the world jumped into focus. The green illuminated car clock read 11:23 PM. Kay had slept through the whole afternoon. Jonathan wasn’t in the car. Kay noticed they were in another grocery store parking lot. What was his obsession with grocery stores? Kay sat back in the tan leather seat, wondering what she was supposed to do now. She decided just to wait for Jonathan.

He came back at exactly 11:57. He was carrying a bag of groceries and threw it carelessly into the back. It almost hit Kay in the head before it hit the seat, its contents spilling out.

“Hey! That almost hit me!” Kay sat the bag up and put the food back in.

“What? Oh! sorry. forgot you were there.” Jonathan said as he got in the car and shut the door.

Kay rolled her eyes and dropped the bag over the seat. He looked sincere, though, so she didn’t complain further. mom never liked complaining. The sudden thought of her mother brought tears to Kay’s eyes.

She pushed the thoughts away and said, “So what now?”

Jonathan was eating a peanut butter & jelly sandwich. After her chewed the last bite, he said, “We wait.”

Then he made another sandwich.

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 i personally thought it was lovely…for the record, the other two chapters were called HOSPITAL and FLYING. just to let ya no.

 -Co-Prez OUT! 😀

WIKIMIDNIGHT

WIKIMIDNIGHT. yepyepyep. we have a Wiki page. just in case ya didnt no. and i do no that a lot of you didnt no. here it is:

http://www.chasingmidnightwerewolves.scribblewiki.com

thats our Wiki page. you mite be wondering whats on this so called Wiki page. you mite not. but im gonna tell you anyways. last i checked, there were definitions for as many Midnight words as possible. last i checked, there was a pic of Serafina-las fawesome Kirby drawing. which by the way is very fawesome. theres lots more stuff tho. thats a fact.

 did i mention YOU have the power to do whatever the heck you want to do to the site. whenever you want. its true. of course, i woodnt change the site if i were you. *cough* Australia *cough*. but you are welcome to add almost anything you want. if you want to. ya no. more facts that were forgotten. fanfic. anything ya want.

 so go visit. and have fun. i think theres an option to like…talk and stuff. i think. but im not sure…seriously. go see it.

oh. and cuz i just cant resist, heres Kirby:

Kirbythedarklingwerewolf.jpg

 -Co-Prez OUT! 😀

NON-CHAPTER RELATED

NON-CHAPTER RELATED. so. i have been requested to post. a lot. i have also been requested *cough* Serafina-la *cough* to not post more chapters. to do sompthing different. so this post has nothing to do with chapters. or darklings. or even contests. it has to do with tridecalogisms…ok. so it kinda has to do with me. but its mostly tridecalogisms.

 i wanted to tell you of all of my tridecalogism experiences. well, not all of them. that wood take to long….

 as most of you no, i get very bored in math. so. as most of you also no. i rite on myself. rite? well, 13/13 times, im riting tridecalogisms on my arms. you shood see the looks i get. i mean, its just ballpoint pen! and there just big words. whats rong with big words? i like big words! you?

so i usually rite at least 13. its always a multiple of 13. but exactly how many i rite just depends on how bored i am.

so the day before we got out for break….wensday?…i was EXTREMELY bored. why? well, because instead of only having to pay attention a little bit to the random math stuff that is actally important, i didnt have to pay attention at all. cuz we were watching ELF. ELF! i mean, yeah its a good movie an all. but that guy just gets on my nerves after a while. not to mention HE was sitting DIRECTLY IN FRONT OF ME. and i coodnt see the screen without leaning all the way to the left or all the way to the rite! and even then HE was still in the way. so i decided not to look at the screen. if it ment looking at the back of HIS disgustingly greasy hair for an hour and a half, thats what i was going to do.

so i got out my assorted colors and began riting. i soon realized that my left arm was full. and i coodnt rite on my rite arm becaus my left hand is highly uncapable of riting to the point where you can read it. i looked at the clock. there was still 20 minutes. i glanced at the screen, but HE was in the way. laughing his head off like a choking howler monkey. no, sorry. a DYING choking howler monkey. if only he was one….

i had to do sompthing! if i got to bored, i wood look at the screen again. i frantically searched the room, looking for sompthing, ANYthing to occupy me. when my eyes came in contact with HIS.

he had turned around to say “HAHAHA DID YOU SEE THAT!!!!!” i gagged. he looked confused and frustrated. SHOOT! i had looked at him again! i felt like i was going to seriously puke! i tore my eyes from his. i had to find sompthing to do!

i rolled my pants up and began riting. faster than i had ever written before. i was just suprised i cood even read the words. but i kept going. suddenly the lites came on. my eyes slammed shut, stinging with the sudden pang of lite.

i blinked away the spots as i rolled down my pants, put on my jacket, and packed up my stuff. i was out the door before the teacher could tell us Merry Christmas.

when i got home later that afternoon, i counted the words on my legs and arm.

there were 507.

507!!! i didnt even know i knew that many tridecalogisms! i was stunned! and pretty proud. if i mite say so my self!

that nite, i had several dreams about Midnighters and tridecalogisms. and several nitemares about ELF. so….yeah.

for the next week, i was getting strange looks and questions. hehe.

anybody else have any wierd tridecalogism experiences?

-Co-Prez OUT! :mrgreen: