Thursday, August 23, 2018

Flight 532

I entered a writing contest but didn't win. I got my short story back and edited it. I am liking it much better now.
Flight 532 took off with no issues. There were no complications, the flight crew went
through their routine as they always do. Nothing I saw made me worried for the flight.  
We crashed somewhere in the Atlantic Ocean.  Many did not survive the crash.
I did my best to help. The blood and gore didn't bother me as much as it affected the others. Oh, the blood. The sweet smell.  I wrapped their bodies for burial, and I placed them in their shallow graves.
If you saw me, you assume that I was just in shock or suffering from post-traumatic stress disorder, but I wasn't. Death excited me.
The 5 of us John, Abigail, Michael, Beth and myself survived. My name is Lily.
The winds came the second night. A strong wind carried my name, “Lily…. Lily.” It called. I moaned as I slept, but I kept hearing the voice in my head.
As much as I tried to sleep, I kept having nightmares.  Beth was sleeping when a figure appeared before her. I swear it looked as if the figure smiled. Beth woke with a start and screamed as the figure sliced her throat.  He continued to cut into her as the spray of her blood spewed from her body. I crept over to her body as the man left. I ran my fingers through her hair and moved my fingers in her blood as if it were natural to do so.
“Sleep well,” I said with a smile.
I woke that morning to screams.
“Beth, Beth!” The others screamed as they searched for her.
A puddle of blood was lay where Beth once slept.  I still had blood on my hands.  How could this be? It was just a dream I told myself. Why were my hands covered in blood? Where did Beth go? I ran to the water and washed my hands.
After a while, they had given up hope on finding Beth.  I sat on the beach staring at the waves trying to push away this feeling of guilt. I smiled and laughed as she died. “What’s wrong with me?”
The next night the demon killed John. I laughed and danced around the tree as his feet dangling in the air.  Every night the demon killed another person, and the excitement in me grew with each kill. The dreams excited me.  The demon strangled Abigail. That one didn't excite me as much. I found I enjoyed watching the blood pour from his victims far better.  I pleased the murderer. He even let me cut off Michael’s head. Oh, how exciting it was to slice through his neck as the blood splatter upon my face. I never had thoughts such as these.  Something or someone unlocked this my want for blood and death.
I woke on the fifth day and the beach was silent. I was alone. The only sounds I heard were the lapping of the waves, the beat of my heart echoing in my ears and the voice.  It called once again.
“Who are you?” I called out. “Why are you giving me these dreams?”
The winds stopped as the voice fell silent and I panicked. I was the only one left.  Was this demon coming for me now?
I walked into the woods hoping to find what was hunting me and kill it before it could kill me. Sitting on a stump, I found a walking stick and sharpened it. I needed to defend myself.
I came upon an abandoned cabin.  It was an old wooden cabin that smelled of blood and rotting flesh. I am ashamed to admit but I vomited. At first, the smell excited me but this was poignant. A smell I was not expecting it to be so powerful/
Still, I wanted to explore the cabin.   I grabbed the doorknob but pulled away as blood was covering it. The blood shocked me but it didn’t phase me. I entered the Cabin and let out a gasp as I saw the bodies of my fallen peers hanging in various positions. In the center of the room sat Abigail in rusted steel chair with straps confining her to the chair.  He displayed weapons of torture through the workshop.  Two clamps held Michael’s head as his body lay on the floor.  Beth lay on a table with straps across her body and poor John.  He dismembered John’s body and placed each body part in a glass jar. My hands shook as I examined the jars. This is insane. Get out! Get out now!
Winds came rushing in behind me as the door opened.  I turned to see a figure standing there watching me.  “Welcome home Lily. Are you here to join me or just watch as you do in your dreams?” He asked.
The shadow moved toward me. “That’s a good girl. I can tell how excited you are. We’ve been waiting for you.”
I smirked for I knew he will not kill me and will help him. I’m home.
“Now go home and dream more victims up for me,” he commanded.
The next morning I woke back in my bed at home. “Was this a dream?” I wondered.
I walked into my living room and turned on the news.
The reporter spoke, “Yes that is correct 199 passengers on flight 532  confirmed dead.
I gasped as I felt a cool breeze rush through my apartment. “Lily….” The voice was back. I turned around as the shadow figure was in my doorway.

Friday, August 3, 2018

The Spark



The air force had sent up two fighter jets after us. We didn't want to cause a panic, but it was our first flight.
We didn't know what we were doing. How did this happen? Why did this happen to us? I knew he was asking the same questions as I was. I could hear everything he was thinking from that first day when we touched hands. The day my life changed forever. My name is Seraphine, and my life changed forever that fateful day when I meet Kennett.
A dragon flying over the city was on every news station for days. Everyone was watching but as fate will have it so was Peter Kamali. He knew what were we and how to help us. He said it was his calling. How did he know we will transform? Peter was an older man. One of our professors. He taught ancient religions of mythology. He was the only one we could talk. I don't know what else to call it, but Mr. Kamali called it our destiny. He was our guide. The only one who understood.
We were both so confused, walking along the path leading to the library when he found us. I thought I could find answers in the library.
"Do you think you should stand next to one another?" Professor Kamali said as he approached us. He looked up as we were at the steps to the library when he stopped us. "Researching what's happening to you? Well, the books you want you won't find there. Come with me."
How the hell did he know? I looked at Kenneth who sported a dumbfounded look on his face. I can't stand him.
"Relax, I won't tell anyone your secret, for now. Let's go so we can keep it that way."
We stood for a moment as we were both scared.
Peter turned around, "Let's go!"
I sighed and followed the professor with Kennett following behind me.
We went to his office. He pulled the curtains closed and locked the door. "Okay, first you need to tell me everything you know. So I can help you." Peter said as we sat in his office at school. "And please don't touch each other."
We nodded in agreement and moved our chairs apart as we didn't want to transform into his office.
"Okay good. Now please start from the beginning." Peter asked.
We both talked at once. Everything that had been important in our lives was no longer important. It's mundane crap.
Peter sighed, "One at a time. And before the air force became involved. Tell your story. Seraphine you can go first."
Kennett laughed as he knew she will take forever.
Seraphine rolled her eyes, "I heard that."
"I know, that's why I thought it," Kennett said with a smirk.
"In Chemistry class one day, a student asked the professor what makes a fire. From an early age people told us to rub two sticks together and due to friction, you can create a fire. So most of us laughed when he asked the question. But that wasn't his question. He wanted to create a fire."
Kennett rolled his eyes as she spoke. God, she's annoying.
Seraphine continued "I didn't think of this question until we transformed. I didn't go to school to be a chemist. It was just one boring class in a long stream of other boring useless classes I had to take for my degree. I didn't see myself sitting behind a desk for the rest of my life. I wanted to save lives, change the world, make it a better place I know it sounds idealistic, but that was my dream."
Peter sighed, "Seraphine how is any of this important?"
"Don't you see? I'm the heat source and Kennett is my spark." She rolled her eyes wonder how a man who teaches at such a prestigious college and be so dense.
She kept talking, "I was always warm. Maybe that's why I hate the summer months. I never thought I was unusual or different. Just warm. I love winter. I always have. The way the snow falls from the sky and piles over coving everything, I loved that. I could lie in the snow for hours letting it fall on my face as I watched the flakes falling getting larger as they landed on my face. It never bothered me. It was always just right."
"Okay, my turn." Kennett said "I was a transfer student. My name is Kennett and part of me wishes I never transferred here but here I am." This new power agitated him. "I have things to do. Goals I made for myself and being a dragon is not one of those goals." It was obvious both Seraphine and Kennett were having a difficult time with this.
"So let me explain things to you. First dragons are real as are many other magical creatures. You need two things to create a fire, a heat source, and a spark. Most people believe dragons just breath out fire, but it's more complicated than that. Dragons exhale gases that then ignites. So you are correct in your assertion Seraphine. Seraphine is the heat source and Kennet you are her spark. Dragons have always created with one spark and one heat source. Two people."

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