Hesitation Of A Heart Beat
Chapter 2 : Hesitation Of A Heartbeat {A war between angels and demons}Chapter 2. Pray For Me
This is a story about angels and demons fighting against each other in a war that has lasted for centuries. I plan on it being a well length chapter story, although this one chapter took hours to create. It is a bit boring,and I apologize, but it is deathly important to the entire story. Please read,rate,and messge. BTW. Nightmare.Ninja and I made this in the AM hours, so its a wonder its not insanity. We took turns typing our own stories, though we only got 2 chapters done each..oh well..ENJOY!
Hesitation Of A Heartbeat With a small grunt of effort, Orion drew his sword from it’s sheath and grasped it with two hands, raising it over his head. The sun’s rays had woven a path through the trees, and slanted to shine on the dangerously beautiful weapon before Orion brought it down in a glittering arc, down and through the man’s stomach. My name is Scarlet. Im a Half-heart, and I’m on the wrong side of the fence.
Pray For Me
Some demons had feelings of love and compassion, sympathy and kindness. These demons are called Half-hearts. Few lived on the demon side, those found out were dragged to the center of the village and murdered. Like my mother. My father left for a village many miles away to try and find help for my sister, who was very sick. The healers of my village, called Restoratives, needed a particular type of medicine, one we hoped my father would find at a neighboring town. Yet the towns he searched got farther and farther away; It became rare I saw him. Then, my mother was found out and killed right before my eyes. My father never came home, leaving me to care for my little sister. Her sickness was two sided. It wouldn’t kill her for quite some time, yet it brought her great pain. I carried on home, feeling fresh waves of grief crash over me.
I was a Half-heart, and I had a small group behind me. As a matter of fact… I cast a fond look back at the dark shape following me, always watching me to ensure my safety. Marlon, one of the people I felt these feelings for. Also, my little sister October, my friend Melanie, and Shamus. Melanie was a fearsome looking girl by all means. Her head hung limp most of the time. Her eyes were pure black, only a slight spark of light and hope in them. He hair cascaded in a black wave down her back, blending in with her black robes. Her face seemed to glow through all the black. It was beautiful skin, milky white; among her velvety kin were her crimson lips. She was so beautiful, yet she didn’t much care for her looks. Her father had beat her often, and one day he snapped. He murdered her mother and almost sent Melanie to join her. This had scarred her beyond compare. Fearing for my friends life, I asked her to move in with me.
Shamus was a boy with, long dark chestnut hair brushing his shoulders. It was parted to cover one of his deep, thoughtful chocolate eyes. Marlon’s hair was coal black, a thick red streak was the only thing bringing color. He had used berry juice for the streak, and it well matched his crimson eyes demons sometimes possessed . His hair was almost exactly like Shamus’s, the only difference was he brushed his hair back slightly so you could see both eyes. I was also named for the scarlet eyes. My skin was not quite like Melanie’s, it was a softer white, like the snow that fell from the gray hued skies in the depths of winter. I had long black hair, wrapped into a high pony tail. October was one of the few demons that kept her hair short; it was cut to the length of her chin, straight across, for she never allowed split ends or uneven trimmings.
We were all Half-hearts, waiting for an opportunity to escape and join God’s army of angels. When the war began, God sent many angels to live on earth and fight the war, vowing he wouldn’t get involved unless he must; this showed the trust he had in his warriors. The devil did the same, sending demons and a few vampires to fight his battle. Though he did get involved to a level. He appointed a general and taught few demons the dangerous magic of controlling fire. I thought it was very horrible to burn all in sight and was glad I wasn’t offered to learn the ways of fire control.
We arrived at the village to find a crowd gathered in a circle. We fought our way to front of the crowd and were not surprised to find a man down on his knees begging Orion, the war general, to forgive him. Orion rolled his eyes then lashed out at the man with a scathing voice. “Foolish old man! Forgiveness is for the weak!”
The sword, accompanied by his great untold amounts of strength, were enough to send the sword straight though the man and drive the poison tipped edge into the ground. Streams of crimson blood ran down the length of the sword, pooling on to the marshy earth and staining the few tufts of dark green grass. A few vampires muttered hungrily at the sight; Orion responded by pressing his foot against the man’s chest and yanked the sword protruding from him. He nodded to the vampires, who, at the signal leapt forward to feast on the deep red pools that were spreading still.
I turned away in disgust and strolled out of the village. Marlon didn’t follow me; he knew I needed to be alone after seeing something like that. The sight of death made me sick since I watched the same sword piece my mother. Odd since I killed much in battles. I hated it so much and yet I was a different person on the battlefield. I walked out of the swamp boundaries and into a dead field with the same black river cutting through it. I was absorbed in thoughts as I followed it upstream. Everything was so mad and dead here. I wanted so badly to live with the angels united under God. I loved God, and I wanted to know him better, I wanted to be saved so I could go to Heaven and live with him. All Half-hearts felt the same thing.
I looked up to realize I had arrived at a raging waterfall. Sighing deeply I plunged into the icy waters. I swam for hours, building up muscles. Why not? I would need them for the war.
Unable to hold my breath any longer, I broke the surface and paddled to shallow waters. I stood and waste deep waters and looked toward the star dotted sky. I clasped my hands together and closed my eyes. ‘God, my true lord, protect me and my friends, help us escape this earth stained by innocent people’s blood.’ Everything is mad here, even the waters that tugged at me now seem to have a life of their own. And yet it seems furious, like this entire scope of the land. This earth is filled with blood, this side is wicked and evil. Even the grass refuses to grow on such land.
{I don’t mean to offend anyone with different beliefs, but this is what I believe in. If by any means you don’t believe in God, or have a different belief pretend its part of the fantasy. I worked hard and have been planning this story for a long time (MONTHS) and my friend (Nightmare.Ninja) came to spend the night, and when I told her my idea, she shared hers. We stayed up awhile planning and then she spent another night and we stayed up all night taking turns typing. Hers is called ‘Walking In Shadows’, in youre spare time please read it. I’m sorry if this was boring but this was beyond vital for the entire story. You wouldn’t underdstand a word of the next chapter if you didn’t read this one. The next one will be from an angels point of view. I will go back and forth between chapters and characters, some stories will be half angel, half demon. Of course I will focus on two characters (Scarlet and the angel) so you don’t get confused. Im rambling aren’t I? Please continue reading this story I slaved over.}
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