Ok first off, this is based off a story i did a while ago and just gonna let ya know that it will most likely get better and more entertaining the further i get. Unless it doesn’t. Anyway! Good luck reading all this.
I stared at the sword in my hands, it hummed and crackled with a familiar glow. Then I remembered why the hell i was using this thing in the first place. The beasts glowing red eyes pierced into me as if reading my soul, the eyes of the dragon. The dragon studied me. No doubt wondering why it’s second snack was trying to defend its first snacks. So with incredible speed it lunged, claws and teeth blurred before my eyes and then everything went dark.
I suppose you’re wondering how i got into this mess, join the club. I’m Cage Cabell. And this is the story of how my life went down the toilet.
I suppose it all started at school, it was a monday. The most dastardly of all the days. And the city’s local jerk, Mrs.Wiggs, was teaching my history class.
“Cage!” She said slapping her ruler onto my desk with a violent “Crack!”. I jolted up with surprise, i wasn’t exactly paying attention. I was slumbering. Dreaming about what it would be like to get a cup of coffee with Lebron James. The guy was a monster on the court, but man could the guy juggle. Anyway what was I talking about? Right! The devil.
Mrs.Wiggs eyed me with contempt. And I looked up to her, rubbing my eyes.
“Tic tac?” I offered.
She did not appreciate the gesture.
“Well? What is the answer, Cage?” She said; her belly jiggling as she adjusted her stance.
“I’m gonna go with Christopher Columbus”
The class chuckled. That’s how i liked it, stareing the devil right in the wrinkles and making sarcastic comments.
Mrs.Wiggs did not share the classes sense of humor. In fact she looked like she was going to kill me.
“I asked where the battle of the Alamo took place…and you answered ‘Christopher Columbus'”
The class looked at me with sympathy. But personally, I thought it was pretty funny the way things turned out. And I chuckled a little.
“Oh, I didn’t know that.” Again, I swear, this lady is just one big sack of evil. A large smile slid onto her face. It was as if she took pleasure in the suffering of children. Which i’m pretty sure she does.
“Well, Cage,” she said, spitting out my name as if the word itself left a bad taste in her mouth.
“You just earned you and the rest of the class a pop quiz!”
The class groaned.
“Way to go cage.” A girl said mockingly, and Mrs.Wigg made a special show of giving me the first quiz sheet; sporting a triumphant smile as her eyes lingered on me.
The quiz was hell. I didn’t know a single answer. In fact, I wasn’t even sure if this was a history quiz. It seemed more like rocket science.
Well, a lot of things seemed like rocket science these days. Like for example, girls. I had my eye on a few of em. But i wasn’t really looking for anything.
The rest of the school day wasn’t any better, you see, I had sort of a reputation. I didn’t really have any friends, sure i had people I ate lunch with and stuff. but it didn’t really extend further than that. But I didn’t really care. You see, I live in the suburbs of california, and in fact, one might say that my family is pretty wealthy. My mom said that my grandpa had won the lottery or something. But instead of spending it, he gave it all to his family. And oh no here I go again, look. My mom actually isn’t around any more. I get that it’s sort of cliche for a book but…she died of cancer 7 years ago. My family hasn’t been the same ever since. If it wasn’t for the positivity of my little sister, i don’t know if we would’ve made it.
I returned from school and opened the door to see my sisters bright smile greeting me.
“Cage!” she ran up and hugged me in her little arms. Her hazel eyes glittered with joy and positivity. Nothing could ever get her down for more than a few minutes, not with all that joy. She’d always pop back up and want to play with me. Marcella was basically the best sister in the world. Not even a contest.
“How was school?” she asked bouncing up and down on the couch. So I gave her my classic “you-don’t-need-the-trouble -so-i’ll-just-lie-and-say-it-was-great” smile.
“It was great.”
Her smile broadened and her eyes lit up. She seemed to think I was some sort of hero.
“Did you see Mrs.Wiggs?”
“I sure did! In fact, she said that she’d never seen anybody score on the quiz like I did.” (Im not wrong)
Marcella giggled, I loved seeing her happy. It was the highlight of my day.
“Dads making meatloaf!” She said as if that was the greatest thing in the world, wich it probably was to her.
Suddenly the freaking walls exploded.
Gee Cage why’d you skip so far ahead like that?
Oh, sorry did i scare you? I’m so sorry! Oh wait, no im not. I about crapped my pants right then and there, a wave of cold air hit me like a semi truck and a chilling voice boomed through the walls
“WHERE IS IT!?”
In the kitchen my dad froze in his tracks. He didn’t look up, just sighed and answered slowly.
“I don’t know…”
I suddenly saw where the voice was coming from: hovering above what used to be our kitchen wall was a disfigured and very cranky old man. His beard was frozen and caked with icicles. Now maybe your picturing an elderly jack frost, or a homicidal santa, whatever it is, it’s not scary enough. The guy radiated unfiltered fear like smoke from dry ice.
“but I don’t have it If that’s what you wanted, Frosty.” my dad said trying to sound defiant, which is pretty hard to do when your friendly neighborhood ice poltergeist is giving you the stink eye, but somehow he did. He returned the figures icy gaze and he did it with a humorous smile. The spirit did not like this. He showed his distaste by slamming his fist into my father’s gut with enough power that it literally made a shockwave of ice shake the room.
he went flying into the table wich shattered underneath the impact. Icy steam sputtered and steamed where he had been hit, he gasped for breath and looked back at us.
“Cage…Marcella…” my sister was now bawling her eyes out screaming “Daddy! Daddy! No!”. She tried to run to him but i couldn’t let her get herself killed, so I held her close to me. As tight as i could, i couldnt lose another member of my family…not again. If i lose my father then at least i can protect her…..
“You’ve had your chance, Cabell…” he puased and peered around at us with a menacing grin. “oh. Children. I love children.” he turned to my sister. It happened so fast i didnt even process what happened. a dagger of ice slid from his sleeve in the blink of an eye, and before I knew it he had it pressed to marcellas throat, i looked down, how the heck he had stolen her from my arms so fast i had no idea, But i didnt like it.
“Their great for revenge!” He said with malice.
My sister screamed and my dad turned to me. his face wasn’t fearful as I would expect, more contorted with rage than anything else. he was gonna beat that homicidal santa into the ground if he could. But then something different flashed on his face…like he was in on some private joke that I didn’t know about. He slid something to me from under the debris of the table.
a sword.
“Cage, you must never let anyone deprive you of what is ours, you must never relent…”
“But-” I stuttered with disbelief.
“take this sword! let it be our family’s beacon of hope,” what was he talking about?! I was just a kid darn it. I couldn’t like …fight…
“Now go! There’s still time for you to escape. I’ll try to save your sister” he hesitated, the odds of saving her were close to nonexistent at this point.
the spirit locked eyes on my father and his giant frosty white brow furrowed.
“Very well, you mortals are a stubborn bunch. you will pay for this treachery… all of you.” the air seemed to drop about 30 degrees, I could feel the cold trying to creep into my skin. His skin steamed and at one glance, you could tell he was gonna explode or some shiz. Anger boiled inside me. Who does this guy think he is? He thinks he can just walk in and turn everybody to popsicles?! But…i knew i couldn’t do anything to stop him. this only angered me more. I clutched the sword to my chest and screamed with all my heart, if my father was going to die, the least i could do was head his words. This sword would be my beacon, and I clutched it until my fingers ached and then some. The ice seemed to fade away, i mean… I could still feel it. In fact I could’ve sworn I heard the spirit scream and lunge at the sight of the sword, but his process of self-exploding had already started. either he was freezing us or taking us on a surprise trip to antarctica, but it didn’t bother me. Then i passed out, and the shockwave of ice blew over my unconscious body as if i were a ghost.
Chris HemsWORTH IT!!! 