Hej igen og tak fordi you read dette.
Sidste gang var det jo kap. 1 (eller starten af det) jeg lagde ind men jeg har noget som forgår før det og det er jo prologue :D
det er vidst ikke nær så godt som det andet da jeg nok var lidt noob da jeg skrev det.... Men hvis i har nogle forslag eller kritk så spyt ud! :D (hvis det er om grammatiken så kan du godt sluge det for den sucker her og jeg for styr på den efter :DD)
I’m locked inside this cage Calling for help They do not hear, ignore my rage They say that I am weak That I only strive But oh dear God I will show them who can fight” __________________________________________________ ______________________________:
The sun was shining, and the birds singing. There was a gentle breeze, rustling in the trees. It was like any other day in July. In the distance, you could hear kids screaming and laughing and begging their parents to buy them an ice cream.
This was a day most people would call a “perfect day”. Most people. Not all people.
In fact, in some people’s opinion, this was a perfect “Imperfect day”. And one of those “some people” was Xephia Starr. In her opinion, this was the worst day of her life.
Her hair clung to the back of her neck, the sweat dripping of her forehead, as she forced her exhausted leg to kick the sandbag again. Come on! One more, you can do it! Her encouraging thoughts didn’t really help; she was so exhausted that she could drop on the floor any moment.
–Good job Xeph! Once more and you’re free! “
Her coach’s yelling was dull, as if he were somewhere far away. The only thing existing in her world right now was her sore body, and the pain in her legs. She kicked the sandbag one last time with all her force, before she fell, her back connecting with floor, and lay there panting like a bear. Her coach John looked at her chuckling. -Nice! Really nice Xeph! You’ll be a champion soon! Take a shower and relax, you deserve it!” -Deserving… it... or not, I’m freaking exhausted.”
John stared at her, grinning like a mad cat. She tried to get up with great trouble, ignoring the screams of pain in her legs, but failed. She dumped back onto the floor. Xeph lay there for a moment trying to stop panting. Damn, 11 years of MMA and still I’m about to die after a workout? Finally she sat up ignoring her sore arms as she extended her hand towards him.
- A ’lil help here?” -Sure” John took her hand, helping her up from the floor. She struggled not to fall right back down.
-You’re doing good Xeph; you’ll be a professional soon! Go home and relax, and don’t forget to stretch out! Or you will be sore for the next few days, which I’m quite sure you don’t want -Damn right
John chuckled again muttering as he did.
-I’m not a girl! I’m a woman!”
She glared at him, and he ignored her. Rolling her eyes she stretched her sore legs and stood up. Men… Walking towards the girls she took her bandages off. She opened the door and was met with a cloud of moist and the voices of the other girls. Wonder who got cheated on this time… she mused. They weren’t her friends but she didn’t hate them either. While most of them were the pink and pony loving girls (as Xephia called them) she was the mature dark loving woman and she was older than them anyway. They just didn’t have anything in common. Oh, and the fact that they always managed to get into some kind of typical teenage drama didn’t help the case either. And they were teenagers by the way. She was legally an adult. Long time ago actually. She stripped down in record time (given her exhausted body) and randomly threw her trainings gear on the floor, silently praying that it wouldn’t get wet. Grabbing her towel she quickly walked over to the showers and then threw it on the floor. She quickly stepped under the showerhead and pushed the small button with a red dot in the middle. The hot water felt great. Thank Bob for showers… I would never have survived without one... After 10 minutes of enjoying the water, and washing all sweat and exhaustion away she stepped out, and picked up the towel from the floor, wrapping it around her body. She then shook her hair so that small drops of water left her skin and black hair and flew in all directions. She walked over to the bench where her bag lay, drying herself with the towel. When she was completely dry, she zipped up her bag, and pulled out the first thing that hit her hand, which was her bra. Why me?
Xephia was one of the not-so-many women in the world who was cursed with a DD cup. Even thought that many women world over probably saw that as a blessing and wished for the same, Xeph saw it as a curse, and in her case, they really were. She had to look in twice as many stores just to find one bra that fit her. Oh, and the fact that it also a big play in what t-shirts she could and could not wear, didn’t make it any better. She remembered once, when she had gone shopping with her mom, and they had picked out some t-shirts they thought would fit her and tried them on. When she had put on the first, and got problems breathing she asked her mom to help her out of it. Unfortunately the shirt was too tight around the chest, and she had a hard time getting out of it, even with her moms help. It didn’t really help the case that her mom was laughing really hard. The other 10 didn’t fit at all. So to comfort herself a bit, she had started calling them Boob and Babs.
She dressed herself in underwear, and quickly walked over and grabbed her training gear, which she had thrown on the floor earlier. Luckily it hadn’t got wet. Walking back she stuffed it into her bag, and pulled out her jeans and loose t-shirt. Suddenly within a split second she felt a sharp pain at her forehead. Ow! Son of a… At reflex she instantly shot her hand up and pressed it hard against her forehead, unsuccessfully trying to cease the pain. It felt like someone was burning her skin, just much more painful. Without knowing she had crouched on the floor. A black darkness broke out in her mind, sucking out all the light, while a voice sounded in her head.
Aisteanyet i annanen morna nárëo
She pressed her hands against her ears trying to block the painfully loud voice, but without success. Biting her lip to avoid screaming, she was about to grab anything her hand could encounter, when the pain disappeared just as suddenly as it had arrived. It felt like when everything had been in slow motion and suddenly you’re pulled out of it and everything is back to normal. She opened her eyes looking around, and breathing heavily as if she had just run a long distance. Her heart was racing and she still felt a small burning pain at her forehead. She was sitting at the floor, in nothing but underwear, frantically looking around like a frightened animal. Her left hand was clutching on to her jeans. Nothing seemed out of sorts. The other girls were chatting and the showers were running. She sat there, trying not to panic and calm her racing heart. WHAT THE HELL???!
Okay!, Calm down! CALM DOWN! What the hell? D-who the fuck was that, what the hell just happened!!? NO! You need to calm down Xeph! Calm down! Deep breaths, take a deep breath…
She looked around for the bathroom. Bathroom, where is the bathroom? I need to see my forehead…
She stood up, slowly and on unsteady legs. Still clutching her jeans in her left hand, she also grabbed her t-shirt and stumbled to the nearest bathroom one hand pressed against her still burning forehead. She violently opened the door and stepped inside the small room, slamming the door shot, and then locked it behind her. She dropped her clothes on the floor and looked at the mirror. What the hell… Her wet bangs clung to her forehead, but she pushed them to the side with her shaking hand. How in the name of… Cold blue eyes looked right back at her. Her hand dropped at her side She looked frightened and sick. Her skin was paler than normal. But she didn’t notice any of that. She was fully focused on the mar- no tattoo-like circle in the middle of her forehead. It had a small black flame in the middle surrounded by small spirals and then ended up in a circle with something strangely similar to letters, but she had no idea what kind of letters it were. On the outer side is had thick black tribal-like streaks surrounding the whole mark. It was so fine and detailed that she feared she would ruin it if she tried to touch it. She looked at her naked reflection, only covered by a bra. Pale skin, partly covered in tribal tattoos, strong square jaw and lips pierced with snake bites and a septum ring pierced through her nose. Her chest was heaving with every breath. She then looked at the mark again.
This is getting a bit weird… didn’t plan on getting a new tattoo from a voice in my head at MMA…
Ignoring her ever sarcastic mind, she then slowly pulled up her still-shaking hand, up to her forehead. She hesitated, and then lightly touched the mark. Nothing happened. The burning sensation was gone and had left the mysterious mark behind. A bit more sure she gently but firmly pressed a bit. It still felt a bit sore but it didn’t really hurt. Letting her finger trace the lines of the mark she wondered. What did that voice say? Aiste or something like that? I think it was a guy… I need to get home
She pulled herself out of her thoughts and grabbed her jeans. She quickly put them on and then pulled her t-shirt over her head. Taking a deep breath she looked one last time in the mirror. She hid the mark behind her bangs, opened the door and stepped out. She looked around. No one was here; they’d probably left while she had been in the bathroom. She walked over to the bench and packed her bag. Quickly she put on her boots and leather jacket, grabbed her car keys from her bag and walked out of the place.
It was sunny outside and hot that day, a soft breeze rustled in the trees, making the emerald colored leaves bump into each other. The air smelled of fresh grass, and was filled with the sound of the birds singing. I knew I should have taking my sunglasses with me The parking lot was empty except for a few cars including hers. She walked over to her car, threw her bag at the passenger’s seat and jumped in behind the wheel herself. And the journey now goes straight home my dear passenger…
Xeph drove out of the parking lot and straight home without really noticing anything. She was too focused on her thoughts. Okay, let’s see. I wake up, take a shower and eat. I don’t have any work today, but instead I have MMA class. I went to MMA, everything went fine until I’m getting dressed and suddenly feel a sharp pain at my forehead and a weird voice in my head. Investigate and find out that I magically got a new tattoo. Yeah, that doesn’t make sense. Nobody gets a tattoo because someone says aiste in their head… aiste… sounds like ice tea… Wait, maybe the voice was thirsty?
Feeling stupid for letting that thought cross her mind, she decided to get something to eat before dwelling on it. It is painfully quiet… Silent screams!
So to kill the silence, she turned on the radio. The speakers immediately started blasting with heavy metal, so loud that people on the street gave the bypassing car weird stares, but Xeph blatantly ignored them. She had more important stuff to think about, like what to do with that mark. And what I’m going to eat… The rest of the way, she drove in a trance. About food.