In order: Random Fairy, Queen Bee (because more reasons), some concept art for MtUni starting with Reese, then moving on to Abi (you’ll more about them later :] ), an almost completed piece of work for my Soul Mate Trilogy (Kindred Spirit, to be specific), and - as always - some Adrien Agreste.
The pounding music berated my ears as I sprinted away from the entrance. I dashed behind a wall and pressed my back against it. Smoke filled the air; Above me, green lights flashed. My heart pounded as I scanned my surroundings. Blue lights blinked across my chest, which didn’t help my vision.
There. Red vest to my left.
Raising my gun, I pulled the trigger. My laser hit the person’s vest and the wailing of it shutting down made me smile. I ducked behind another, barely missing an opposing team member’s laser. Crouching in hiding, I could tell someone was on my tail. Cassy, who was on my team, ran by, tracking down the enemy. As she passed, a red team member’s vest appeared from around a corner. I smirked. Gotcha.
After a few quick fires from my gun, I ran to the corner of the arena. From here, I could see down both sides and no one could see me unless they turned down the hall.\
“Well, hello there, babe.”
I spun around and raised my laser gun. Brawnson was leaning against the wall, looking as chill as ever, even though we were in a war zone. I narrowed my eyes into slits.
“What do you want, honey?”
He grinned and shrugged, his vest blinking the opposite color as mine. “Just thought I should take the opportunity that my girlfriend and I are alone in a corner.”
I rolled my eyes and shot him. His vest wailed and the lights turned off, but he didn’t react to it one bit.
“Get out of here while you still can,” I told him. “We’re going to beat you in this game.”
Brawnson laughed. “Can I, at least, get a kiss before I leave?”
I folded my arms, one hand holding my gun. “Can’t we save this for a different time. The care will be open at the end of the group date.”
He smirked, then stepped closer to me. “Come on, just one?”
I pushed him away playfully. “Now you’re just teasing me.”
Brawnson laughed aloud ruffled my hair. “You know you love it, though.”
Smirking, I grabbed him by the vest and pulled him in. He wrapped an arm around my waist, and despite the bulky laser tag gear. Brawnson was able to pull me close. I let my gun slip out of my hand and I allowed my fingers to curl around my boyfriend’s neck. He pulled away just enough to whisper: “Mia…”
My vest wailed. I gasped and pulled away, looking down at my dark equipment. No blue lights were on. When I looked up at Brawnson’s face, he grinned mischievously,
“Gotcha.”
The next thing I knew, I was standing alone in the corner of the laser tag arena, my cheeks burning and heart pounding. Then, it hit me. With a sly, determined smile, I picked up my dangling laser gun. My vest turned back on and I pulled the trigger of the gun, activating the laser.
The smell of the demon’s breath could have knocked out a full-grown man. The mix of onion, stomach acid, rotting food, and peppermint candies was almost enough to make me gag.
My back was firmly shoved up against the tree, my legs trembling from fear and exhaustion. Sweat dripped off my brow.
Please don’t see me... I just escaped and I don’t want to go back.
“You can’t hide from me,” the demon rumbled. “Your scent is your fatal flaw.”
I knew I shouldn’t have put on my caramel scented lotion for prom. I knew it would have gotten me into trouble! Too bad I didn’t listen to myself.
Scooting around the base of the tree, I glanced around the right side. The demon sniffed the air, his nostrils flaring. The sight of him sent chills down my spine, and I turned away.
What was I going to do? I couldn’t run in my prom dress - especially with all of the excess blue tulle. I couldn’t climb the tree, the branches were far too high, and my heels were my downfall with that plan. No way could I climb in three-inch heels. Heck, running away had been hard enough. I had to come up with something, and fast.
“I’m not going to hurt you,” the demon promised, “I just want to talk.”
“Yeah, right,” I muttered. I stiffened and clamped a hand over my mouth. The demon froze, his feet crunching the dry grass where he stood. Crap. Maybe I could make this work to my advantage.
“I’m not going back!” I shouted, “And you can’t make me!”
Next to my foot, I noticed a rock as big as my fist. Perfect. I scooped it up with my dominant hand, jump out of my hiding spot, and threw the rock as hard as I could. It smacked the demon squarely in the jaw. Growling, he spun on me. HIs green eyes gleamed evilly, his white teeth being licked by his tongue.
“You’re going to pay for that,” he hissed.
The next thing I knew, a scream tumbled out of my mouth and my back was pressed firmly against the ground. The cold grass prickled my neck, arms, and exposed calves. I struggled, trying to pull myself up, but the demon held me down by his own body weight.
With a smirk, he ran a chilly finger down my jawline.
“Such a beauty,” he whispered, tone seductive. “It’s such a shame you didn’t comply.”
“I will never comply with your demands! Ever!”
He chuckled, the laugh deeply rooted in his throat. “Oh, Cassy... The things you think are true are all in your imagination. It’s time to face the cold, hard, reality of life.”
I opened my mouth to protest, but the next thing I knew, I had a pair of slimy lips pressed against mine. Freaking out, I kicked and shoved like a madman, trying desperately to escape his grip. The more I pulled away, the more the demon leaned in. HIs tongue pressed against my sealed lips.
Terrified to open my mouth, I yanked my limbs harder. The demon’s grip changed, his hand moving from my shoulder to behind my neck. I took the opportunity like a naughty kid seeing candy on the kitchen counter. My fist flew at his face and punched him in the ear.
He pulled away, cursing at me, but I used it as a distraction. My legs came up and I shoved him off of me. He hit the grass like a fat man toppling off of an old recliner. Leaping to my feet, I pulled off one of my heels and smacked him across the face with it. The demon’s lip cut open, bleeding all down his crisp suit and tie. With a kick to the groin and another smack with the heel for good measure, I bent down and pulled him up by his swoosh-styled gelled hair.
“You never force yourself atop a woman,” I breathed, rage lacing my expression and words. “If I see you or hear that you did it again, I will make sure you will never be able to use your family jewels. Are we clear?”
The demon’s teeth were grit in pain, blood trickling down his chin. He glared at me for a long time, no doubt full of shame, then gave me a defeated nod. I dropped him like a sack of rotten potatoes.
I picked up my heel and started to walk away, but the demon sat up.
“Will you at least finish the date?”
I smirked, then looked out of the corner of my eye at the football player of a demon. “I hope you can find a ride home, Ryan-” I held up a pair of newly acquired keys- “because I’m taking the car.”
lol so i’m making another character her name is clover brooks she’s 31 and a producer on charming and she’s a GOOD PERSON but she HATES HERSELF because the show makes her do TERRIBLE THINGS but she just wants to do a GOOD JOB wah wah wah she probably comes across as v fake even tho she thinks she’s v legit??? i can see her having had friends before she started on charming and then ppl being like.... no bye so ya???? love me
That was the sound of the robots that churned around me in the darkness. Thousands and thousands of parts working in harmony and creating their own kind of music. It was their heartbeat.
My heartbeat, however, was racing as fast as it was physically possible.
Where was I? When would I leave? Are those really robots in the darkness?
I shifted in my chains. The links rattled and clanged on the wall I rested against. The ground under my bare feet was cold, as if it was refusing to warm up to my body heat. I couldn't see anything in the dark, but I imagined my breath was a cloud of vaper. The individual links of metal felt dirty, and maybe a bit rusty, under my fingertips. The air around me felt empty, but my nose caught a whiff of some sort of substance.
Was that the smell of motor oil?
Tap. Tap. Tap.
Click. Click. Click.
Snap. Snap. Snap.
I let out a shaky release of air. I was terrified. I didn't know where I was. Where was my family? Were they okay? I pulled my legs in, the chains scrapping against the floor. I grit my teeth as the sound continued to ring in my ears. What the heck was going on?
BAM!
Lights illumanated the whole room. I cried out as I squeezed my eyes shut, since they had already adjusted to the darkness that had haunted the room only moments ago. I rolled up into a ball, causing the chains to rattle again.
The floor appeared to be rough with old welding holes. All around me, machines clicked and whirred with minds of their own. The steady beat of clicks and beeps caused my brain to try and translate. Each one of the machines was beyond tall and thousands stretched out either direction.
"Finally rusting away, are you?"
I looked up into the bright lights as someone leaned over me. My scanners went mad. The usual green text went from left to right across my vision like usual:
'WARNING WARNING! STEADY YOUR BREATHING!'
"W-what do you want from me...?" I timidly asked. The figure above me smiled and stood upright again. Now that their face was in the light, I could see that it was a young woman. She was dressed head to toe in black: black button down shirt, black pencil skirt, black tights, black high heels. Her hair, golden blonde, fell across her shoulders and to her waist. If I wasn't chained up like a bad dog, I would have thought she was beautiful.
"Norman, Norman, Norman..." The girl tisked. "You are one of the most valuable machines in the world. Shouldn't that answer your question?"
"But what do you want from me?" I inquired. "Surely there must be a reason you want me..." The young woman looked down at me. Her eyes were a striking blue, almost like her pupils were conducing lighting to ark around them.
"You have so much power in you, Norman, that you would not even comprehend how much of a game piece you are to the society." She leaned down again, her hair falling on either sides of her beautiful face like curtains. "We want to give you a place with us." I scoff and blow a strand of hair out of my eyes.
"Yeah, chaining me up like an animal is really strengthening that trust." The young woman stood and held out her hand.
"Come with me, Norman. We can get you out of here and into the world above. And you are correct; you are not an animal. You are a cyborg." I studied the girls hand. Her nails appeared to have been chewed down as far as they would go, like she munched on them in her free time. I took a deep breath then took her outstretched hand. Her skin was as smooth as a cloud, which made me forget all about her nails.
Green text flickered across my vision.
'NAME: Brooke Andrews. AGE: 17. CURRENTLY WORKS FOR: The Society. DATE OF BIRTH: 5/-'
I ignored the rest. I didn't need to know every detail about this "Brooke" girl. I let go of her hand so the information would stop streaming into my scanners.
"What's your name?" I asked, just to make sure she wasn't lying to me. The girl straightened and smoothed her buttoned down shirt.
"Brooke Andrews. Pleased to meet you Norman Richards." She extended her hand once more. I gripped hit in a shake.
"The pleasure is all mine. Now, may I ask, could you please unchain my from this wall?" Brooke gave me a sad smile.
"I'm so sorry Norman, but I cannot. The Emperor has instructed that you stay..." she searched for the right word.
"Chained up? Locked to the wall?" I tried.
"Obstructed," she finally decided. I huffed and started to tap messages in code against my leg.
"Yeah, same thing."
"You must understand I am doing as I am told," she replied fiercely. "You are not the only one in danger under this roof." I stopped tapping my fingers in morse code and looked up her.
"What do you mean?"
Brooke knawed on her lip in thought, trying to search her brain for the right words.
"There are others who are not in the best predicament in this building. I would suggest that you wait your turn." Before I could respond, Brooke turned on her heal and snapped her fingers. From outside a heavily locked door, two guards came inside and stood at attention. Their uniforms were tattered and grimy.
"Watch this cell closely," Brooke ordered. "I don't want Norman out of my sight."
"Yes ma'am."
Brooke walked out of the room before I could say anything in response to the order. The guards closed the door behind her and flicked off the light.
I was left in darkness once more, my mind and scanners running like wild.
"What is happening to the Society?" I muttered to myself.
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-Written by Clover Brooks
AUTHORS NOTE:
Hey guys! I really hope you enjoyed this. I am trying my best to make my writing better, so responses would be nice.
Is there anything I need to fix?
Clover ~
I'm really intrigued so far. I like the main character, and Brooke confuses me in a good way. This is a very original idea. One thing I'd suggest, though - Brooke sounds a lot older than she is when she talks. Are she and Norman the same age?
Also, I'd like some more material in general to think about (meaning a longer snippet?). I like the robot noises.
~Rov
