My First (pathetic) Attempt at a 2nd POV Story

Deafening heartbeats, you look over your shoulder. They’re still there, what do they want? Alone, defenseless, trying to get away. You’re trapped. They’ve chased you far and amazingly you’ve been able to run like this and keep away from them but you know you’ll end up dead soon. Your energy and adrenaline are giving out and you find yourself gradually slowing. You get slow enough to hear their footsteps clumping behind you which spikes your fear and sends one last futile burst racing through your veins. You take a dash forward and hang a hard right in an attempt to perhaps lose them but you skid and slip, thus losing your footing and falling. You fell on your right side and it knocks the wind right out of you. You can feel them getting closer, quick. You manage to regain your footing, using a nearby object as support but it’s too late. You can’t run now, no where to hide. They’d find you anyway. Is this the end?



Just then, there’s a silhouette on the moon. A glimpse of a shadowy figure in front of you. Agonized grunts, a flash of something sharp and your assailants fall to the ground, paralyzed or dead you can’t tell. The figure is still, standing silent in front of you. “…thank you…” you manage to choke out and the figure turns its head slightly to you giving you a glance of its shining eyes, then they dash out of your view and you stand there only to realize you’ve been holding your breath. You slowly regain feeling of your body and you place a hand on your heart to make sure you still have a pulse. Was that real or did they kill you and now you’re having a hallucination because of the pain?


You suddenly feel the need to get home, so you start your walk. You become completely unaware of the things that surround you as your feet guide you home. Finally, after a few moments you find your home and unlock the front door. You push the door open and the warmth of the inside makes your skin tingle. You step inside and shut the door, locking it. Finally, feeling safe within these walls, the adrenaline keeping your body going gives out and you realize how tired you are. You suddenly want to talk to someone, anyone, but it’s almost 3am. You feel slight disappointment as you realize no one will be up now and no one will want to talk to you now but you really need to talk.


Finally, you decide to call your best friend. You pick up your phone and automatically dial the number. Suddenly you hesitate. Will she understand or will she be mad you’re calling her so late… or early? You were just chased by goons and rescued by a moonlight shadow, she’ll understand. You press the talk button and listen. Damn it! You think as you hear her voicemail. You leave a message saying you need to speak with her as soon as possible, and then hang up. Half an hour passes and you call again. Voicemail, you leave another message. An hour passes and you start to get worried. What if they kidnapped her or killed her? You can’t stand the thought so you call a third time and just when you finish your message you friend picks up. “What do you WANT? I’m trying to sleep!” You’re so relieved to hear her voice you don’t even care if she’s angry. You tell her you need to see her right away and she asks why. You beg her to come over and she gives in saying she’ll be over in a few minutes.


She arrives at your house in a long sleeved shirt and jeans. When you open the door she stares at you. “What happened to you?!” She asks suddenly, “You look like you’ve been on a hunting trip that didn’t turn out well…” Without a word you hurry her inside, shut the door and lock every lock that’s on it. She sits on the couch and you sit next to her. You enlighten her to every aspect of your crazy adventure and once your done she’s left gaping at you. She asks if you’re just playing but you deny you are and she seems taken aback. “So what now?” She asks, and you shrug. “Maybe we should call the police?” She says but you shake your heading, knowing that whatever they are, the police won’t be able to do anything about them. Your thoughts drift back to your rescuer, they could help you, couldn’t they?


Okay so this is another little story that has no name and is a completely pathetic excuse for a peice of literature in the slot I want it in. Word saved it was Deafening Heartbeats so that's what I'm calling it.  I dunno where it should go from here, any ideas?
Yeah, no picture. Deal.
-JWolf the Rogue

Finished Banner! :D

YAY! I finished my banner! The character on the left is me in fursona form! I'm reading 'The Mists of Avalon' if you don't already recongize the back of it. The books on the right lying next to my leg are:
(In order)
Spirit of the Wolf by Shaun Ellis & Monty Sloan
The Black Dahlia by James Ellroy (kinda hard to see, I'll fix that later)
Warriors by Erin Hunter
Wicked
The Bar Code Tattoo by Suzanne Weyn
Witches and Witch Hunts by Milton Meltzer
Sims 2 Game Guide (edited from the Sims3 Game Guide Image) by EA Games <=AWESOME PEOPLE

That's all of them! Any others I should add to the stack comment, let me know, and I might just put it on there!
-JWolf the Rogue

Iris & Dahlia Hawthorne

“You failed again.” said a sharp voice. A slender figure came into view. She was petite with a porcelain face and deep mahogany eyes that flickered the utmost annoyance, not rage just annoyance; at least, not yet. Her hair was a deep red, almost like fresh blood and she stared down at a smaller girl. This girl had the same figure and face as the first girl but her eyes were a dark blue and she had raven black hair. “I know, Dahlia… I’m sorry… I tried to” “Sorry isn’t good enough, Iris.” Dahlia hissed at her sister.

They were twins, physically identical in everyway but when it came down to personality they were polar opposites. Dahlia was courageous and strong willed. She would do what ever it takes to get what she wanted, even if it was to take out the people in her way. Iris was quiet and timid yet caring and sweet. She didn’t like violence but adored her sister’s go-getter attitude and would do almost anything to please her and gain her sister’s approval.
“I’m loosing my patience with you.” Dahlia said and Iris whimpered. “I just need a little more time, I promise I’ll do what you asked me just give me more time.” “I’ve given you enough time!” Dahlia deliberately cut off her sister. “You’re a complete failure and of no use to me anymore.” Iris then heard her mumble under her breath. “If you want something done right you have to do it yourself.” “Please, Dahlia! Please! Just a little more time! I can be helpful but you need to” “Don’t tell me what I need to do, Iris.” Dahlia spat. “But I know I can help you! Dahlia, please!” Iris met her twin’s eyes and suddenly felt as if they were locked into place. Dahlia’s gaze burned into her and Iris fought the need to shrink away and hide from the scornful eyes.
Finally, after a few moments of silence, Dahlia’s eyes softened a bit. “Very well, Iris. I’ll give you another month. No more, no less, and by the end of that month I want you to have accomplished the goal.” Iris, feeling as if all the energy was just drained from her could only nod. Dahlia then turned and left Iris alone. Iris stared at where her sister had been and went deep into thought. How was she going to appease her sister in just one month?




Okay, okay! This is a short little blip I did a while ago about two characters who I'm practically obbessed with in PW:T&T (Phoenix Wright: Trials and Tribulations. Good game, Good series, PLAY THEM.). Dahlia, is the twin with the red hair and Iris is the twin with the black hair! Simple, no?
The picture isn't mine, someone took the Dahlia pic, recolored her hair, made it into Iris and then posted them on photobucket. So it belongs to whoever did that...
Also, if you click the picture it'll blow up and you can see it better.

That's all for now.
-JWolf the Rogue