phone story #2.txt
6-5-09
Another Phone story Copyright Joseph Michael Woelfling
Okay this is the only story I can really upload from my creative writing class that I had in high school nearly a year and a half ago. The name phone story refers to the seven things we had to use in making a short story. This is really really short, but I hope to get some feedback, if any, on it. Please let me know what you think.
Phone story #2: My number 434-8084
Genre:Coming-of-age, Setting:haunted island, Conflict:ugly and wanting love, People:mercenary, Tags:answered and lied, Emotions:lust and rage, Props:a spray bottle
"Don't ever talk to me again!" she had shouted at him. The rage in her voice had shaken him and wouldn't stop replaying itself in his mind.
He was a sixteen year old kid, and while he was necessarily ugly, he wasn't handsome either. He carried a long dagger and claw weapon on his belt. Both weapons were concealed by the cloak he wore around his body.
He had pushed away the last person who was at least somewhat friendly to him. She was a fifteen year old albino vixen. She had gotten mad at him for talking about what it felt like out in the sun.
He shook the thoughts from his head. Who needs friends or love anyways? He thought to himself. But as he though about it, he realized just how much people need friends. In fact, it was him who had tried to make friends with her at first because she was like him, in that they both didn't have any. She was always so sweet to him, and remembered how much fun they had had when they were both very young.
He placed his hand on his cheek, remembering her soft kiss. He smiled slightly. It was true, he thought. I guess it really does take the feeling of being all alone to make you want to be with someone.
He looked up at the building he had stopped in front of. It was a mercenary building, where mercenaries came to take jobs from the people that were looking to hire one. It was the only one on this so-called "haunted island." It wasnt really haunted, it was just never very sunny or bright at any time of the year. He walked inside and the huge panther behind the desk looked up from the lists of people looking to hire mercenaries.
"What do you want kid?" the panther asked. His voice was deep and had a slight growl to it.
"Do you have any jobs near the Kl village?" the boy asked.
"Sorry kid, the last one was taken yesterday."
"What was the job? May I can get it done first?"
"Something about kidnapping a fox kit, I think," the panther answered.
The boy's blood ran cold. "Who took the job?"
"Var. Why? What's it to you, kid?"
"I just wanted to know who I would have been up against," the boy half lied. He exited the building quickly.
He turned and started running back towards the village. Var? What does Var use during his kidnapping missions? He thought to himself.
"He uses some kind of chemical," the boy began muttering out loud. "It was some kind of device that squirted the chemical out. I think it was, dream thorn flower. That's the only thing that would work fast enough and long enough to kidnap someone."
He reached the gate to the village and the guards let him pass, but realized something was wrong if the boy was in a hurry. The boy was, afterall, the best fighter in the entire village, and he was also the best guard and patrolman that they had.
The boy slowed down as he neared the house. He hid behind a wall and carefully looked over at the front door of the house. It was ajar, and he could hear someone moving around inside. He knew Var must still be in there. There was only one family of foxes in the entire village, and they always kept their doors closed.
He then heard a muffled noise that sounded like a scream. Throwing caution to the wind, he raced to the house. He was inside in under a minute and was already heading up the stairs when he heard something thump on the floor.
He placed his claw weapon on his right hand and drew the longer dagger with his left. He saw the door to his friends door ajar and ran at it. He jumped and kicked at the door, knocking it off its hinges. The person inside jumped up at the sound and faced the doorway where the boy stood.
That's Var alright, the boy thought to himself. Var was a powerfully built but sleek jaguar. He was an extremely accomplished fighter and he had never once failed on the mission he was hired for.
He looked behind Var, and saw the albino vixen passed out on the floor. Her clothes were ripped, and he noticed that Var's breeches had started to come off, but were now hastily being pulled up. He saw the device had used to knock the girl unconscious, and they both knew that Var wouldn't be able to get to it in time.
"You sick freak, Var!" the boy shouted.
"What could you possibly mean, Fenix?" the boy gritted his teeth, wondering how the jaguar knew his name.
"If you leave now Var, I will let you live. But if you don't, I swear to the Kl Gods, that I will kill you!" the boy shouted.
"How dare you use the name of the gods that your kind don't even worship!" the jaguar spat at him.
"I can't say for all other humans in the world, but I choose to believe in the Kl Gods!" the boy's weapons raised themselves up in front of him as he took a defensive stance.
"Ill make this quick," Var said. "Afterall, I really cant wait to feel and taste that little beauty over there." Var looked lustfully over at the unconscious vixen.. Var's weapons came whipping out. In his right hand he held a short short, and in his left hand he held long dagger. He smiled wickedly and lunged at Fenix.
Fenix's eyes became filled with hate and the look he gave Var made the jaguar shudder. The jaguar brung his sword in a horiztonal slash from the right and his dagger in a downward arc coming from the left.
Fenix rushed in at Var, knocking his dagger aside with his claw weapon and sliding his own dagger along the length of sword, slightly pushing it so that it missed him. But his dagger didn't stop there, it kept traveling and plunged itself deep into the jaguar chest. Blood began to seep from his mouth and his arms went limp.
Fenix jerked his dagger from the lifeless body as a group of village guards came in. He took his cloak off and laid it over the vixen's body to cover her up from the eyes of the guards. He then wiped the blood from his dagger on the jaguar's fur and told the guards what happened.
When they had left with the body, he picked up his unconscious friend gently and carried her into the guest room, which was next to hers. He set her down on the bed and looked at her peaceful face. He remembered what she had said to him, and realized that he would do anything to remain her friend. He loved her. His hand unconsciously slipped to his cheek again.
He heard a slight groan from besides him and saw her move. "Try not to move for a little while Alain," he said softly. She tried to get up when she heard his voice, but he pushed her back down. She readily complied, grateful for his gentle hands on her shoulders. He stayed by her side while she recuperated for the next few days, her parents never once asking him to leave, knowing he would never harm their daughter. Fenix had finally found love, and the fact that it was mutual made it all the sweeter.