Midnight Legacy

Hello! This is the blog that I post my short stories on! My current story is called, "Midnight Legacy" I hope you like it, because I really love writing it. My personal blog is that-creepy-kid.tumblr.com

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3: Uncertainty: Midnight Legacy

W-What?!” I stammered. “Quite a shocker, right?” The gruff one spoke. I stood there without a word to say. I was dead. They were dead. Everyone in this new world, at some point, has died. “Oh yeah, well, if we’re dead...then where the hell are we,” I screamed at the top of my lungs, “if this is some sick joke, just stop it!” “This is no joke, dear.” the woman spoke. “We’re in the midzone battlefield. No one is really sure where we are. We just have to fight the onyx.” The blue one informed. “We all have one thing in common,” hissed the red one, “we’re Gem Watchers.” I fell silent. What are Gem Watchers? Who are they? What are their relevance to this situation? “I’m Casandra, by the way” She spoke, twirling her long brown hair. “I’m Hawk and this is Dawson.” Said Hawk, pointing to the blonde. In return Dawson nodded and smiled. “How are you guys so casual about this?” I asked. “We’ve just grown immune to the insanity I guess.” Casandra sighed. I took a pause for a moment before I began to quiz these crazy people to death. Oh wow, look, I made a pun. To death. Get it? They’re already dead! No? Okay then...tough crowd. “What are Gem Watchers?” I inquired. They all laughed. “I’m serious.” “We’re kind of like...realistic angels, if you will,” Dawson explained, “We’re activated by our first death. When we either learn our lesson, or defeat the Onyx here, we go back into the real world to defeat the Onyx there.” “Who’s the Onyx? What is all of this?” I pleaded. “The Onyx are the evil side of the Gem Watchers.” Dawson chimed. “Then is there a good side?” I asked yet another question. “Well, that would be the combination of all the gems. That person would be called the Diamond.” Dawson answered. “But, we don’t know who that is yet. They’re either hiding or haven't had a first death,” Casandra muttered, “We’re more like the in-between guys fighting for the nonexistent good guy.” I nodded as if I made sense of all of this. So let's review. 1. I don’t even remember who I am or where I’m from. 2. I’m dead. 3. Everyone in this world is also dead. 4. I’m apparently a Gem Watcher. 5. I’ll be put back into the living world later. Okay. Seems legit. “We need to find out your gem and your talent weapon,” Dawson informed once more, “Casandra specializes in weapons and Hawk will help you find out who you are and how you died.”

“Lovely job, ain’t it?” Hawk chuckled.

“As for me,” Dawson smiled, “I’ll help you find your gem and armor.”

I still didn’t know how to react or what to say. I wanted to scream, but it would have been useless, and I would have seemed weaker than I already was.

“Just go with it.” I told myself.

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2: Welcome To Purgatory: Midnight Legacy

I awoke on a rocky, dusty ground in front of what seemed to be a fort. The wind blew sand in my face and tossed my hair every which way. Where the hell was I? I brought myself to my feet to gaze over the new land I had been dumped into. There was the fort that I had already discovered, a few building here and there, besides that the place was pretty trashed. It was a desert with an endless horizon, like being in the middle of the ocean. I felt like I could see the curve of the Earth; though this place was anywhere but Earth, I didn’t know it at the time.

The next thing I knew I felt overbearing arms throw themselves around me. I gasped and flailed around trying to escape the mysterious grip. I opened my mouth to scream just to find that a rag would be shoved in my mouth.

“I wouldn’t do that if I were you.” A powerful, yet smooth male voice said.

I obeyed. Would the man hurt me?  Would he help me? Where was I going? There was no way to predict considering I had no idea where I was, what year it was, how old I was, or even who I was. If anything, he knows more than I do. I let my body go limp as the man picked me up and looked me in the eye.

“You’re in the midzone. I’ll explain more later, but first, you have to come into Fort Watcher.”

I tried to mumble a few words through the rag but it didn’t work quite as well as I thought it would have. I felt it was unnecessary that he carry me, but apparently he thought I’d run away. Where would I have run to? I had nowhere to go. I glanced around and saw a bunch of people of various ages in various colored armor. There was a group talking and some others practicing with weapons.

We finally entered Fort Watcher, and to my surprise there were more of the people in colored armor. They all looked at me as if it was a normal occurrence for some random girl to appear out of nowhere and to be kidnapped into their fort.

“Ahh! Another recruit I see.” Said a tall, lean man with a dark 5 o'clock shadow in silver armor lined with green.

“She’s probably as helpless as the others. She looks quite weak.” Hissed a woman in black armor lined with maroon as she flipped her long brunette hair over her shoulders as if the world revolved around her.

“Let her down.” The one in silver and green said.

The guy carrying me set me down slowly and took the rag out of my mouth. I gasped for air as the actual panic set in. I had no idea who I was or where I was. I didn’t know anything! Period! My knees went weak and I fell in front of them.

“Told you she was weak” The woman spoke in a cold tone.

“Don’t be a bitch.” The one who was carrying me snapped.

He was in silver lined with blue, and had sheaths lined across his back filled with silver sais. His hair was a dusty blonde that fell slightly over his eyes.

“Okay...,” I began to speak, “I would like to know where I am, who I am, what I’m doing here, and what all of this is.”

They all chuckled a bit.

“It’s not funny,” I shrieked, “I have no idea what anything is!”

The laughter subsided as they looked at each other with pitiful looks.

“I don’t want to tell her.” The man in green said.

“I’m not doing it. I already hate her.” Spoke the red lady.

“Fine, I guess I’ll do it.” Sighed the one in blue.

He crouched down in front of me, and locked his blue eyes with mine and took a deep breath.

“You’re dead. Welcome to purgatory, as some like to call it.”

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1: Dear Whom I Depart: Midnight Legacy

“Dear whom I depart, I’m pretty sure if you’re reading this I’m either dead, or I’m in a mental hospital by now. I know my death won’t break anyone’s heart but I think I should give you an explanation. None of you deserve my explanation, but I’ll give you the benefit of the doubt. Basically..... I’m fucking miserable, okay? I’ve been dead in my mind for a long time, and it’s disappointed me that no one has noticed even though I try my best to hide it. I’ve lost all faith in humanity and see no reason to stay any longer. I just want it all to stop. The only reason I haven’t killed myself before now is because of wondering, “Is there actually life after death, or will I cease to exist anymore?” I guess I’ll find out, won’t I?”

That was my suicide letter, and the start of a bigger adventure than I expected out of death. Most people think, “There’s hell, heaven, and maybe purgatory, maybe limbo.” Well, the afterlife is a lot more than that. I was hoping I wouldn’t have to try to do anything anymore. I wasn’t looking for adventure, or more social interactions with the scum that I was made to be associated with day to day; but that’s exactly what I got...kind of. There is absolutely no place, where you can be absolutely nothing. You are always absolutely something.