User blog:RedMonkey101 Studios/The Closet 3: The Return of The Hunter and The Teller

I made this blog cause I'm at writer's block with this story.

So I wanted to see what you thought so far of it...

Anyways, I have like 4 finished chapters of it so far, so I'm just going to put all only 2 on this blog, the rest on other blogs if you want more...

Alright, let's start:

Chapter 1
“But can't I go, please?” I begged, angry started to weld up inside me, I tried kept it down. Ambrosius Digno sat on the table's corner as he and I had are weekly argument. “No, for the last time, no.” Ambrosius says in an and-that's-final tone.

“But Ambrosius, it's a once and a life time opportunity.” I say pleadingly.

“Not for people like us. Look, again I say no. I'm sorry- actually no I'm not.” Ambrosius said, the angry inside me exploded right there. “You never let me do anything!” I exclaimed, Ambrosius' expression was the same nothingness expression like before, “Ever since I stepped into this waste hole you've bombarded me with protection and work and I'm tired of it!”

Ambrosius sighed and replied; “Listen Savior, you're graduating next year. You can leave then if you hate being protected and working, you can leave and never come back for all I care.” and with that he slid off the table and handed me my purple backpack off the floor. “Now come on, you're going to be late for school.”

I walk to school with an angry scowl. Why does Ambrosius do this to me? Why does he never let me do anything fun? Jumping onto the sidewalk, I see my friends. Bea stood there twirling her pale blond curls, and Nicky sat on the bench beside her as she wrote on the piece of paper that sat flatly on her lap, he dark platinum blond hair covered her eyes.

As I walk up the them, Bea sighs in relief and says; “Thank the angels you're here. I can't take it anymore!” She starts to cradle my head as if it were a baby. “Nicky's boy fads is acting up again.” she lets go of my head and looks over to the daydreaming Nicky.

“Oh no, who is it this time?” I asked leaning over to look at the paper placed on Nicky's lap. Before I could get a better look Nicky squeals “Henry Freedom.” Looking at the paper now I could see Henry's name scribbled all over it with little hearts and xoxoxs and even Nicky's name scribbled right next to his or her name and his last name together.

Bea sighs, “I told her that if she keeps drooling over these guys she's going to become a stalker again.” she was saying. “Let's hope this time she doesn't. I don't want a repeat on what happened with Daniel Cash.” I say with a grin.

“And let's not forget the time Nicky started crushing hard for your brother..” I hear Bea say. Bea and everyone else in the Washington D.C. think that Ambrosius and I are related, this is a simple lie so I will be able to go to school and an answer for people who wondered why I lived with him. “Yeah, that was actually pretty tough to get over.” Nicky commented.

“Oh speaking of Ambrose,” they never pronounce his name right. “Did he say yes to the sleepover at my house?” Bea asked. I shake my head in defeat, “Nope, can you believe it?! He's going all protective on me again.” I say sitting next to Nicky.

“He has to get it through his head that you're almost seventeen, he can't baby you forever.” Bea says in my defense.

“I think it's sweet of him to be protective over his little sister.” Nicky says with a dazed sigh. If they knew the real reason Ambrosius protected me I bet they wouldn't he saying these things. To tell you the truth, I think he only protects me because he's force to by everyone else.

Snapping back to the present, I stand up from where I sat. “Ha! I don't need his permission, let's go and do it, I'll tell him I'm- eh...I'm studying” I shrug, “I don't know but I want to be a normal teenager!” Bea laughs, flinging her hair back she says; “Alright, but you are a normal teenager, btw... definitely have to the drama down.” I push her in the arm.

“Now that you have that out of your system, to school?” Nicky asked from aside. “Like Savannah can ditch school..” Bea breathes, I roll my eyes but say nothing.

Ashmore High. A simple public school for anyone who can afford it. It's home to the most jerky jerks teenagers who have ever been know to D.C. Some are nicer than others, like Bea and Nicky, my two most best friends since coming to this school. Then there's the guys of Ashmore, the big three; The Wasps(football jocks), The Yellowheads(mostly all of Nicky's ex-crushes hang out in this group), and then The Impressions (all the skaters and or future rock stars of the school).

Walking into the doors of Ashmore Highs is basically a insult waiting to happen, because The Queen Bees, as we call them, always stock there waiting for their first victims. I was one of the few who caught on the minute I stood outside the front doors, when I first came here I discovered that there was side doors and have been taking them ever since.

As we approach the schools benches outside the doors, I stop. Bea and Nicky had stopped too, The Queen Bees had caught onto us.

“How did they find out!?!” Bea exclaimed. I could only stare. “Who knows, but maybe the Impressions know something about it” Nicky suggested.

Looking around the area and suddenly spot Eric Linkton and the others at the Impressions group. Stocking up the them I exclaim over their chatters; “How did they find out!” Harry Brentwood had turn to me as the chatters died down. His eyebrow went up, “Have to speak sense, Sav..” he says.

“The Bees, who told them that we sneak in the side doors.” I say calmly. Eric stood up straight from where he sat, “If you're amusing we told them-”

“Never said you did.” I interrupt. “I'm only asking if you know who did, that way I can do something completely horrifying to them.” They laugh, not even a polite accuse to cover it up. Caleb Rider or 'Bizarre Rider' coughed and said; “Sure you will.” I stormed off, they clearly didn't know anything.

Approaching my friends, I say shaking my head; “Idiots” Bea and Nicky rolled their and nod their heads.

“Come on, let's just go and-...Nicky?” I asked, suddenly Nicky became whiter and paler colors then before. Bea was the same way. “They're behind me?!” I say panicky, they shake their heads “no”. “Then what?” I asked, truly confused. They point behind me as a car door shuts.

I turn around to see a boy getting out of his car, his jet black hair stood out from everything else around. I felt a snarl started to creep onto my face.

“When did he get back?” Nicky asked quietly. My blood started to burn at the sigh of his boy. “I don't know, but I totally call dibs.” Bea breathes.

“Bea, everyone is calling dibs... well all expect Savannah.” Nicky responded. “Savannah's not a normal teenager. She said it herself.” Bea spats.

I turn around to face my friends, “I hate Zane Clarkwather! He can go die in a hole for all I care.” “You don't even know why you hate him, same thing with boy bands.” Bea snickered.

“I don't like the pop melody those boy bands play, and boy bands mostly talking about wanted a girl and or being dumped by a girl or just being with the 'right' girl. It gets repetitive after a while.”

“What about Zane?” asked Nicky, I froze.

I can't tell them, but Zane can't be trusted at all. He knows about me, and about what I am- OK so maybe not, maybe. But I just have a strange hatred towards him.

“That....I don't know.” I lied, “Trust me though, he bad news.” “I bet he thinks the same thing.” Nicky mutters. That's when I walked off before I could blow up at my friends.

Passing the Queen Bees, I open the doors to the school. As my backpack fell off my shoulders, I walk down the crowded halls to my locker.

Chapter 2
I watch the bell as Mrs Heartswell explains...well whatever she's explaining. After this bell rings in seventeen minutes it means school will be over and with school being over my spring break can begin.

Excitement buzzed over me as I looked back at Mrs. Heartswell. I tune back into her lesson; “...and with that, the Spanish Amendment diseased. Any questions?” No one dare to raise their hand, if someone did we would have to wait another hour and a half to go home.

“Hmm, if nobody has any questions...then I will let everyone in on what we will be going over after spring break.” She turns around and starts to write on her giant black board, but instead of paying attention I look back up at the clock. Fourteen more minutes. “The Roman Empire,” Our history teacher announced. “Back when they would have columns to entertain, and sometimes great wars against certain empires.” With that she finished writing on the board and turned to us, “Last weeks homework assignment,” she starts as she grabs papers off her desk. “Some of you did very good on the Wars of the late 15th century, “ she paused and looked straight at Brandon Zedlander. “Others...not so much.”

She hands me my paper and smiles, I look and see a B- on the front. Hey, I thought cockily B-, much better than that C- I got two weeks ago.

After everyone's papers were passed, Mrs. Heartswell opened her mouth to speak but the bell had already rang and everyone at once dashed for the door.

I sigh once I stepped in the hallway, I walk to my locker and grab my backpack. Heading out the front door, I blow my red strands of hair from my face.

One step out the doors of the school, only to hear my name being called out over the hundreds of other voices around. “Savannah!” I turn, hoping my friends have finally seen reasons of my hatred of Zane, but it wasn't Nicky or Bea. “Ambrosius?”

Ambrosius came running up to me, a worry look on his face. “Come on, we have to get out of town.”

“What! What about my friends? My life here?” I asked immediately. He grabs my shoulders pulling to his silver Mustang. “It's only for spring break, Savior, maybe a little long depending on the situation.” he says in a whisper.

“What about my plans with Nicky and Bea-”

“Text them, call them, tell them your leaving for spring break. Maybe say it's for a wedding or something.” “You want me to lie to my best friends?!” I asked, he pushes me into the passengers seat.

“It's not lying, we truly are going out of town. You'll just be lying about why.” “Savior work?” I asked grimly. “Yes, and it involves Mackenzie Hills and Danielle Martin.” I choke on the air as he climbs in the car and starts it up.

“Mack and Danny?” I asked in a surprised way, nods his head again. “For the hundredth time, yes..” he answers, he turns right onto the highway.

“Why? Did Hunter Smith freakn' come back from the grave again?” my stomach turns at the name.

Ambrosius laughs, “Not this time, Savior. He's gone for good, but Ms. Hills and Ms. Martin need your help.” I let out a breathe that I didn't realize until now I was holding. I open my mouth to reply but he interrupts, “Well, technically, they don't know what's going on but- uh, you'll see.”

“You aren't telling me the whole story, Quis.” I say moments later. Quis, my nickname for him after accidental calling him that when I was younger. It was strange, I didn't know why I called him this but it just comes naturally. He also doesn't care, so I continue to do it.

“Trust me, Savior, you'll see when we get there.” with that he shut himself out and focused on driving, or started to think to himself while driving, it's hard to tell sometimes.

I mumbled a moan in defeat. Stretching my arm towards the backpack still weighted heavily on my back, I open the zipper without much look and grab a small hard cover book. Zipping the backpack shut, I stuff it between the floor board of the car and curled up into a ball, open the book and begun to read;

Chapter 9: The Being Light..

'Ivy swallowed, taking a deep breath in she stared at him. 'Him' was no more than her brother, Jordan, who she had thought, until yesterday, was dead.'

'He said nothing to Ivy, as if he were waiting for something to happen first. Ivy started to shake and shiver, what was he waiting for? She thought cautiously. Taking another look at him she could see now that he was not her brother, the blue crystal waters of his eyes now were black and lifeless. His skin was gray, not that sun tan one she remembered years ago. The way he walk forward towards her now was as if he was stocking his pray.'

'“What have we have here?” he asked, his voice that sounded tainted and sour. “My little sister? Alone in the woods once more?” he laughed, it sent an ice berg over Ivy's spine.'

'Ivy tried to speak, but her voice was lost to her. She was to paralyzed by the sight of him.'

'“Oh come on Ivy, no 'Hi, brother.' no, 'Jordan you're alive'? I thought you had a bit more class than to just stand there.” he snarls and steps more towards her. Ivy still couldn't find it in her heart to talk to this... this monster who looks like her dead brother.'

'“If you aren't going to talk you might as well listen,” he starts, this is not Jordan she repeated to herself. “I want you to stay away from Donovan, you don't know him like I do. He may act like a friend but he's most centennial is not. Trust me on this, little sister.” He was close enough that she could smell that cheap body wash on him. His eyes scanned her from top to bottom, he waited for a moment then stepped back.'

“Thank you for your time, Ivy, but I must get back now before it's sun-”

“Savannah,” Ambrosius starts, I jump at the sound and turn to him. “We're going to have to stop and rest for the night so I packed your a suitcase and it's in the trunk.” he was saying. I place a bookmaker on the page I stopped at and close the book slowly, “Alright..”

“And.. you might want to wear these while we're in Howlingdale.” he hands me black pair of eyeglasses. I ask, confused, “What are these? I'm not blind, twenty-twenty vision, remember?”

“They aren't eyeglasses, they're sunglasses that look like eyeglasses.” he was saying. I put them on, he was right. “You're going to need them to get around. No one can remember you but if they know you enough from the pass, like for features for example, then they'd be able to remember you.” “But isn't that a good thing?” I asked quietly, afraid of the answer.

“No, it's not. The sudden remembrance will cause their brain to died from the fast input. Brains work as a computer or a machine, too much data, the hard drive will glitch and crash. The brain dies and so does the person.” I push back the glasses back onto my eyes.

“Alright, keep glasses on, no one dies. Good, got it.” I say opening the book again.

“Savannah,” Ambrosius starts, I turn to him again. “Try not to get anyone killed..” I roll my eyes, I was about to say that he should give me more credit than that, but instead I say; “Will do, your Quisiness.”

'''That's all...yeah chapters 1 and 2, sorry if you're confused this IS the 3rd book after all... Anyways if you DID get it congrats, and I hope you liked it..if you want me to post more, I would be happy too. Anyways TTYL ~Red ;w;'''