Post by Oakspirit on Jun 13, 2011 18:25:49 GMT -6
I've been very slowly writing this for a while, and I'm pretty satisfied with the start. I'm pretty sure that it's gonna be about pirates, but I especially love this story because I have no clue where it's coming from. It just appears as I type.
She scrambled over the boulders, desperate to keep up with the others. The fire was right on their heels. Terrified green eyes searched the area for anyone— no, anything that could help her. Fingernails scraped over earth, clawing up clods of grass and pebbles. Her wild hazel eyes searched in the way a trapped animal looks for escape.
The smoke billowed up in her face, blinding her. Coughing until her chest ached, she dragged herself on, but she wasn’t quick enough. A plume of orangey-gray fire caught up with her, sending her shirt sleeve ablaze. Screaming in pain, she blindly threw herself forward, scratching her palms and arms on the rocks. Dark red hair smoldered, threatening to burst into flame.
Scrambling to sore feet, the girl stumbled away from the hot plumes. Poison from the smoke filled her lungs, her watering eyes blurring everything out of focus. The girl tried to scream, but her throat was to dry to do more than squeak. A straggler ran from behind her, knocking her to the ground again. This time, she didn’t try to get up. It hurt too badly. Filled with pain and misery, she closed her eyes before passing out.
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“She’s suffered extensive damage…”
“…the best doctors available despite…”
“…She’s one of them?! Are they…”
“No! No, just…”
“Wait, she’s coming to!”
Her eyes opened. Where was she? She felt the soft sheets against her skin, rubbing against unfamiliar clothes. The light blinded her, forcing her eyes closed again. She tried reaching a hand up to rub the sleep away from her eyes, but found it restrained. She opened her eyes in surprise to see a slim, yet strong cuff around her arm, tethering it to the bed she lay on with an unfamiliar material. Trying to sit up, she realized that she was attached to the bed by a thin belt around her waist of the same material as the cuff. She panicked, her breath coming in gasps. Suddenly, a cool hand pressed her back down, rather gently despite the force that it held.
“Take it easy, sweetie,” the owner of the hand spoke. “It’s okay now, you’re safe.” Warm brown eyes smiled down at her, and she believed what they said. “I’m Doctor Tracie M. Dunkin, and you’re at Atra Central Hospital,” The woman’s chestnut hair was pulled back in a tight bun, and freckled dotted her cheeks. She was sitting in a chair near the hospital bed, monitoring a screen and one of those bags that drips something into your blood.
“Hey, Trace, we need you for the blue kid!” A lanky young man with dark hair and olive skin pulled back the curtain that separated the doctor and patient from the rest of the hospital. “Oh, um, sorry. Didn’t realize you were with a patient…” The boy mumbled, glancing down at his feet.
“I’ll be right there,” the doctor straightened up and started to leave. She must’ve seen the panicked look in the girl’s eyes, so she stopped for a second and turned to the young man. “Hey, Ly, watch over her while I’m gone, ‘kay?”
The boy nodded, taking the doctor’s seat by the bed. He didn’t talk to the girl, but she studied him as he stared at his twiddling thumbs. He had gray eyes, colorless except for the flicks of gold that seemed to glimmer with life. The girl in the hospital bed thought that they must’ve laughed at one point in their life, but something awful must’ve happened.
“I’m Lyle Grey, Dr. Dunkin is my aunt,” the boy still mumbled in her presence. He looked at her, as if expecting for her to respond. “What’s your name?” he asked, a little clearer than he had spoken before.
She opened her mouth, as if to speak, but no words came. Pausing, she opened her mouth again. “Saffron,” It was more of a croak than a word, sounding more like ‘Graph-on’ than what she said.
Lyle gave her a funny look. “Graffon? What kind of name is that?”
She shook her head, clearing her throat. “Saffron,” she repeated herself.
“Well, that’s pretty cool then,” But he didn’t look any more interested.
There was an awkward pause. “Do you know where the others are?”
“What others?” The boy looked up with a confused look between his eyes.
Suddenly, there was a huge crash from somewhere below, probably another floor below the one Saffron was on, which she assumed was the ground floor, but apparently was not. There were several deep toned shouts, and a loud crack. Only a few brief moments later, two heavily muscled men burst through the curtain, causing Lyle to leap to his feet, shy eyes wide with surprise, if not fear.
The two men were ragged in appearance, one with a thick red beard and the other with a dark shadow that had the potential to be a beard. The bearded one glared at Lyle with bright blue eyes, while the slightly less bulky one had eyes dark as a river stone. Saffron gasped, struggling against her bonds despite the pain in her burns.
“Basil! Geoffrey!” She nearly yelled the names.
“Saffron!” The dark eyed young man did look remarkably like the girl in the hospital bed, sharing the same dark auburn hair, if not the eyes. He shouted her name as he rushed toward her, wild eyes softening from being frantic, to only excited.
As Saffron struggled with the clasps of the thin cuffs, she embraced her brother in a hug, breaking away and looking at him. Suddenly her wacked him with was a surprising amount of strength for someone of her size and condition.
“Basil, you idiot, where were you when it started?!” she sounded like an angry scolding mother.
“Hey, ouch, Saff,” he grabbed her wrists, encircling them gently with his large hands. “I tried to help, I really did, but by the time you had bolted, there was nothing anyone could do,” he spoke softly.
