Night (My not so short story)

[Lady Rika]

I had to write this for class and I liked it so much I thought I might post it to see what some people think. Though I had to cut the stoy a bit short I might revise it later, so if it sounds a bit choppy (though it shouldn't) then please tell me how bad it sucks and I shall fix it! Thankies!
Please enjoy

Also I write this before I knew my friend Chase from here on TFF, and I found out that there's a manga with a girl named Cossette. But I didn't find this out till a week after I turned the damned story in...but that is alright, just know I didn't copy!


Night


Rain pelted hard against the soaked earth bringing about salmon colored shoots from the ground. These growths wriggled from the damp, cold earth sticking out their heads in relief. Slithering across the slick, darkened sludge the pink soil eaters glided threw black, brown, and…red puddles forming at the base of five pale, frozen fingers.

Present time
Beep, beep, beep
7:35 pm Sunday, 12th

Chase opened one hazel eye as the alarm clock blared in through his left eardrum; stinging his ears rather badly. As the dark digital blue alarm clock continued its shrill screams of thrill and malice torture upon his brain, Chase leaned up in the bed, a blank look plastered across his face.
‘Where am I?’ he asked blinking very slowly, and looking around his room.
The bland white paint, no posters, and not even a proper toilet room smacked him in the face each and every morning or in this case very late afternoon. It was so bare and ugly he could hardly stand it. No color, no indifferent flair to make it his own. He longed to paint it a light shade of blue or some breathtaking ocean scene with the waves crashing along moon washed shores but he wasn’t allowed.

At least that’s what his landlord said since he was renting and not buying there was nothing he could do. But wait and watch, watch his money slowly filter out of his pocket and into a rent that he didn’t want. Wait till he died of boredom at his dead end job, wait till an angel came down from the skies and gave him the money he really needed. The money he needed to go to college, so he could be an artist, or better yet a famous artisan whom was loved unconditionally across the lands.
“Ha, as if!” Chase smacked the screaming alarm clock, accidentally sending it crashing to the floor.
“Dammit!” he jumped from the bed, quickly picking up the clock.
It was dead. Broke, the world would never again hear it scream again, or better yet read its digital time. Chase sighed and tossed it across the room in a slur of emotion and annoyance.

“Whatever.” He sighed, his eyes filling with hatred and besetment for the damned clock but honestly he knew it wasn’t the clock he was enraged with. It was himself, he was so mad with everything. He was so sick of everything. Mainly it was his parents, they who kicked him out of the house at the merry old age of nineteen; now he lived in this small, rat hole hell of an apartment. But what could he do? Nothing.
Just wait for his chance to do something great, something like him getting a promotion so he could pay the rent buy his food and still have enough left over to buy some new paints, brushes and most needed a canvas.
‘Yet again…whatever.’ Chase sighed and began to get ready for work.

9:21 pm

After a good two hours or so he creeped out the door of his apartment, down the long winding pale gray stairs and out of the complex. Chase didn’t have a car, so he walked or rode a bike nearly everywhere he went. Today he left early, while the sky was yet to turn dark.
“I hate night shift…” he grumbled, stuffing his hands in his pockets from the cold biting at his fingertips. The tips of his jet-black hair that were still wet from the shower were freezing. Though his hair wasn’t long, it was as baby fine as a three year old girl. Soft and silken with just the right tint of darkness, deepening his hazel eyes till they could nearly be though of as a grinning cats eye gem.

Chase hated walking this route to work, it was shorter but it held so many secrets and the desolate land that surrounded this small shortcut was rather creepy being it was a decent sized city.
But he wasn’t going to worry; he had no money, nothing of value to steal. No one was going to kidnap, rape and or molest him. On second thought, he mused with a small smile, maybe I should knock on wood for that. And with a gentle rapping of his two fingers he tapped an old piece of lumber that looked nearly rotted away from the wear of the skies.
“Its gonna rain soon.” He spoke silently to the growing dark, going up the dirt road and then onto the sidewalk. Just passing the large hill, a small valley type overpass lined the very small half dead wooded area.
“A popular place for crazed men to bring their victims! Muwahahah!” he joked with the unamused wind. A the wind screamed, high pitched and feminine, making Chase quicken his pace and run very swiftly away from the wickedly impious overpass; leaving the valley desolate and solitary, as it should be.

3:45 am Monday 13th
He yawned, tired and in pain from his seemingly hard day at work. His job wasn’t hard, but it wasn’t easy either. It just pushed him to the limit were he just couldn’t stay awake anymore. If it were up to him he wouldn’t lay his body right down in some grassy foliage, or a nice soft flock of moss, clover sleeping soundly near as an extra amount of comfort. But the thoughts that crossed his mind when he walked through the woodsy area, covered in trash and deteriorating plant life, were nearly unbearable. And Chase refused to lower himself any more down by laying in some grass and garbage…though in truth he really wanted to. Badly.
Walking past the dirt road and along past the valley and its mysterious ways; lifting his head and taking a deep breath of air, expecting it to be refreshing and clean. Only to find it incredibly sickening and revolting.
“Good god!” he screamed, covering his nose with his shirt sleeve. “What the hell is that?”

The smell. A sort of scent you’d only have nightmares about it. Not entirely sure what it was, or could be. Chase shuddered and tried to hurry on his way. The wind screaming, muffled and sick; as the night grew older and the stars in the sky began to die away. He lingered longer than he needed, but finally found himself out from the wooded area of the city. And back at his apartment were he would sleep and forget that smell, which would now haunt his dreams. That odor, that special tang that twirled his mind into another dimension.

“What’s that smell Damien?”
“You wanna know?”
“Yeah, please!”
“Alright then…”

Chase awoke, the sunlight burning his eyes and the bland room of white making it worse. Sweat poured down from his body as he lifted himself from the bed. A dream, he reminded himself, only a dream and that’s all it will be.
‘Damien…he was a childhood friend of mine.’ Chase recalled the dream and shuddered at the memory. The colors, the strange new scents…reminding him of raspberry; making him nearly vomit up the cheap food he indulged in last night, or morning to be specific.

“Forget it…lets see what’s on the TV today, some news?” he reached over to the coffee table, it felt odd with no alarm clock there to greet him. Or yell random things at him, as in to get his lazy ass up.
Flicking on the television with the coal black remote, the screen went black, made a crackling sound then awoke from its slumber. Chase thought it was funny that there was a sock on top of his old television, had he put it there? Or thrown it there? Most likely, but he found it even more funny that the TV went straight to the news channel were a distressed looking newswomen required makeup assistance. Fast.
“Um…now for the top story.” She mumbled.
Chase popped a cheese cracker in his mouth before laughing, “Better turn the volume up.”
He replied to himself with a giggle, ‘I wanna hear this Breaking news. What was so important?’
The women with a trembling tanned hand pushed her dark blonde hair behind her ears, and readied herself.
“Last night at around 4:15 am, the body of an unidentified woman was found along the crested overhang, near brushpoint road.”
Chase’s heart nearly exploded in his chest, he coughed a few times clearing his throat from where he chocked on a cracker.
‘Brushpoint! The spooky overhang! I was there last night…what the…’ he thought.
“The woman was obviously tortured and were to guess that she could have been sexually assaulted as well.” The women continued with a grim face, “We can assume she was killed at around 9:00pm that night. Though with so much blood at the scene it’s hard to know whose is whose. The girl as we said is a Jane Doe and has very light blonde hair and blue eyes. So far we’ve found no traces of any identification, tattoos or birthmarks. As in they could have been cut off in the brutal murder.”
Chase grew pale; his heart was nearly exploding with fear and interest, he was there last night. At that same time that they said, the same damn time!
“We have no further information on this case but if you know anything of importance that could help with the case. Then please contact the police at once, thank you and now…”
Chase let the television grow black, turning it off was so easy, but his feelings and thoughts. He couldn’t turn them off or shut them up. Not one bit.
Sliding out from his bed, he walked over to the calendar. A habit, a rather stupid habit he had. Everyday that had passed; he had to mark it off on his calendar.

Using the black sharpie that lay near, he marked off the twelfth with one swift stroke of black he destroyed that day. And now moved on to the next, today…Monday the 13th, he didn’t have to work today surprisingly enough. He forgot about taking it off for some relaxation time. But ever since that news about the girl, he didn’t think he’d be relaxing anytime soon.
Returning to the bed, Chase figured he’d just lie down and never move again. Ever.
‘Damien what’s in the bag? I wanna know!”
“I’ll show you but you have to promise me one thing…”
“Anything.”
Chase jumped up, he had fallen asleep. Though he didn’t know how, since he wasn’t tired at all. He had just woken up and then.
‘Damien. Why do I keep dreaming about…that? Why?’ taking in deep breaths, Chase pulled on some pants and ran from his apartment. His feet crunching on the hardening earth, cold air stung at his bare chest. His ruffled black hair wild from sleep, his hazel eyes wide with adrenalin; he just couldn’t stop running. He had no idea what was coming over him, was it remorse for the girl who had died. The girl who had suffered, who could have lived if he had managed not to get wussed out over the wind. Or the…the smell.
He knew now, what that smell was. He figured he would smell it again very soon as he grew closer to the route that he took towards his work.

His hazel eyes watched the trees; they didn’t move one single muscle. Not one inch, the wind didn’t blow it. Their long blackened hands stretched out towards the sky, failing in its attempt. Claws bared, sharp twigs pointing at one another, were they blaming each other for the girls death? Chase thought so many things, it was growing dark. He felt like an nocturnal animal, being he’d been seeing so much of the night lately. He felt a lot of the time that he was sleeping his life away, which scared him.
Moving slowly sown the hill, Chase found himself creeping into the overhangs lower valley. The stench of rotting cadaver, and blood filled his nostrils. Making him want to barf, surprisingly enough there were no police around. No one watching the place, just a few strands of police tape reading no trespassing. A signal he was happily going to ignore; Chase looked around in awe, and terror. Crimson coated the ground all around the small slightly hidden area; the raspberry varnish had licked nearly every blade of grass. So much blood, it was sickening.

“Wha…what did they do to her?” he asked himself silently.
Memories filled his head, and not pleasant ones.
He could see it all, the bloodied bag. The creeping smile that began to curve upward across his ‘friends’ face. And his screams, oh god…the screams. Raspberry.
“Are you there?” a voice of lace and lacquer filled the air around him. Though it was silent and cold this night the new voice had surprised him, and was loud in the soundless twilight; snapping him from the morbid thoughts.
“Oh shit!” he ducked down out of instinct, “Uh, yeah im here?” he replied confused.

Then it happened, the wind blew, cold tremors went threw his body. His chest grew cold, his eyes watered from the winds evil, grinning kiss. Chase looked around rapidly, expecting to see a cop or a CSI agent or something. But all he saw was nothing. This wasn’t right. Something wasn’t right, his body kept shaking and it wasn’t right. Indeed something was up but what, Chase turned to look back up in the trees. Expecting to see some sort of vicious animal ready to rip out his innards then put his seeping guts onto a small platter to save for later.
He shook his head, clearing his brain of any imaginary thought he was bound to think up.

“Are you there?” the voice cried out again, as if in pain. As if dying, as if…being tortured.
Looking back down, away from the trees Chase sighed. Before screaming out in terror.
Her soiled lace dress drenched in blood and just about ripped to shreds glowered in the moonlight. The fragile material scarcely clung to her body, let alone covered it. Showing ivory flesh, deepened with cuts. Her nails broken to the quick and bleeding dark blood; her hands, if you could call them hands were cut to pieces and burned horribly. But nothing compared to her face, Christ her face…it was hardly even a face at all. More of pastel leather was glued back on top of the original flesh, that or it was rearranged. She blinked her deep cerulean blue eyes; making blood pour from the whites of her eyes and down the pasted together ‘face’. The sound of popping and the grueling shift in animal slop filled his ears as the girl brought her burned fingers to the heavy sapphire gems, stained with a ruby aftertaste. A light gasp came to her cracked, bleeding lips. Clutching her cheeks with the trembling, bark resembled hands. Small slivers of skin fell from her face as she cried out in pain, or was it sheer madness. Chase didn’t know, his heart was exploding his throat was on fire and moaning in pain. All he could do was watch her hold her face.

“Uh…” he mumbled, reaching out for her.
The girl took a quick step back, and put her hands in front of her; signaling for him to keep away. He was about to speak when a certain sound caught his ears attention, the skin on her face, her face’s flesh was sliding off her! He watched it trod down her cheeks then linger on the small point of her chin. She let out a small whimper, a tiny cry of pain. Then it completely slipped off, landing in the stained grass with a thick, doughy spluoch.
Out of instinct he looked down, it looked like a thick mound of porridge had been poured into the grass; small chunks of pearly white lumps swimmed in the thick mass of flesh.


He covered his mouth; he felt the vomit come up in his mouth. The burning taste of bile and acid tickled his tongue with brutal aftertaste. As soon as the skin fell the girl tried to scream, mortified.
All that was left of her face was the light pink lining of muscle; her eyes were nothing more than black onyx cores. Deep and dark, contrasting with the pink tissued pulp; deep lashes as dark as a red foxes midmorning fur, cuts from the ripple of her lips to the corner of her eyes.
“Are you there? Are you there?” she cried out repeatedly; redden tears pouring down with the blood of her eyes.
“Yeah–I mean…yes im here!” he screeched closing his eyes. Covering them with his hands, he was so afraid. Oh so utterly afraid, this thing, this girl must of knew he walked by that day and is getting her revenge. He didn’t wanna be here, he wanted to be back home, back at work anywhere. As long as it wasn’t here.

“So you are.” The voice of lace responded, soft and composed.
Chase moved his hands, letting his hazel eyes gaze her way. She had pale ivory skin that made the moon covet and crave for her. The long white materiel of her dress had to be made of unicorn hair or some mysterious cloth of imaginary lore. The way it sparkled, the way it caught the moon in so many ways, deepening the heavens envy of her and the immense splendor that was she.
Chase then forced himself to glance upward, to see her face. His response to her was nothing more than a silent gasp. Her face was carved from pallid marble, with large sapphire stones put in for eyes. Thick lashes blinked in delicate strokes, while her lips parted, “Will you not speak?”
Chase was at a loss for mortal words, his throat was dry and his body shook with tremors. What had happened, a minute ago her face had practically fallen off and now, he thought. She was…so beautiful, Chase reached his hand out to her, making her take a step back.
“You…dead–uh…name I mean what’s your name?” he felt so stupid, what he really wanted to know was her number. But if he was thinking clearly and he knew he was, then this…

“Cossette.” She replied with an apathetic smile, her high cheekbones and white smile made Chase’s knees almost give way on his body. A glass doll, she was like a rare, perfect doll. Or a portrait, a faultless picture of angelic radiance; he longed to touch her to see if she was real.
“Cossette…that’s pretty.” He mumbled, with a smile his hand still suspended in the air.
The girl nodded, a strand of her white blonde hair falling to the side of her pale face.
“My name is…Chase.” He forced out, his eyes firmly set on hers. As she stood perfectly still he felt the bright aura around her dull with every passing second.
She lowered her head, “Chase.” Her voice sad and miserable, “Will you…tell me who I am?”
Stunned, Chase was caught off guard with her words.
‘You should be the one telling me that!’ he thought confused, “Uh…you don’t know?”
She shook her head, letting her hair ruffle down from the little bow that kept it in place. Watching it fall like a curtain Chase yet again felt mesmerized by the girl.
“I can’t remember anything, my age, my family…not even my memories. All I know is Cossette.” As her lips moved, her eyes were what really did the speaking.
Chase felt himself question his very reason for even being here. He had just up in left but why?
Why should he care for what happened to a perfect stranger, it wasn’t like they would care what happened to him!
‘So why then, do I feel remorse and dedication for her? Should I tell her what’s happened?’
“You don’t know anything? At all about what happened last night, or just now?” he rubbed his temple, feeling a headache coming on.
“…did something happen to me Chase?” her face nothing but a serious, sad expression. He gulped, his fear that she would turn back into that horrid decomposing thing once more had him on edge. But since she has no memory of the incident, maybe…
‘Maybe I can work this to my advantage Heh heh.’ He thought with relief, maybe he wouldn’t get punished by the gods after all.
“Alright…uh you see Cossette it’s hard for me to say this without you maybe growing upset. But you kinda…died.” He forced out those painful words, he expected to see her break down and cry but all she did was stare at him. Eyes widened by the news, but the same indolent face upon her.
“Kinda?” Cossette questioned.
“Well no! You did die its just…you were murdered…tortured to death.”
The listless girl merely let a small cough, her pale ivory skin sparkled in the night sky, the moon as a bright shinning orb of glass couldn’t compare to her features. The stars bright intensity would never measure up to the burning cerulean eyes. Living, breathing sapphires continuously bursting a flame, no matter what he wanted to do or think, her eyes told him not to look away.
“So im dead.” She replied so nonchalantly, “Well…WAIT!” she gasped, her hand flying to her chest. The light airy breathing was gone, now her panicking gasps filled heavens around them.
“Cossette what is it!?” he reached out to touch her once more; again she reared back away from him, falling to the soiled grass below.
“Cossette!” he repeated, on his knees beside her. The alarm had passed, she seemed stable now.

“I…remember…” she mumbled, catching on her light words.
“Your death, what?” he asked, confused as ever.
“No…not my death, but I know that there were five people involved with my demise.”
Chase’s jaw dropped, “Five?” So many people, why would she be killed, this was no everyday run of the mill murder he guessed. She, Cossette was killed for a reason.
“And one more thing…the word Night.” She pronounced the word as if it were a curse, a sin which would wreck havoc upon the world, that she would burn alive at the very glitter of the word Night.
“What do you think it means?” he asked, knowing that she wouldn’t have any practical idea.
Cossette sighed, “No, I am sorry but I don’t know.”
Chase opened his mouth to console her when a bright light shined in his face. He uttered a few curses and fell back in surprise.
“Hey you what do you think your doing here! This is a police crime scene!” a deep male voice shouted. Chase jumped up from the ground; his heart was beating so fast. He just knew he’d be caught and most likely charged for the murder. Since that was how the justice system worked now a day. He tried to run out of the ‘valley’, escape into the small amount of foliage that was surrounding the place. Then possibly make it to the sidewalk in one piece; the officer glared at the running boy feeling the urge to shoot the little bastard for being so nosey.
He fired a warning shot into the sky, making it light up slightly for a second or two.

Chase jumped back to the ground, ‘Oh god this stupid ass cop is gonna kill me!’
“Don’t move I’ll come to you! Stay put!” the cop roared, making his way down the small hill into the vale, glowering at the blood along the grass, the blood he was stepping in. Staining his shoes with a now red tint, “Alright kid, now tell me what in all hells do you think your doing here?”
Chase looked over at where Cossette was, would he too see her and question her?
“Alright buddy. I’ll ask you again, what the hell are you doing here?” he spoke slowly, as if he were dumb. Chase glared at the cop, “I was coming home from work, I work night shift and I usually take this route home, it’s quicker. Problem?”
The cop snorted, “Alright, let’s just say that I believe you, but what are you doing here? Im sure you have enough brain in there to know the difference from a crime scene and a walkway. Or did you just not notice the blood?” he asked sarcastically.
Chase ignored him, his eyes on Cossette, who did nothing but stare at the ground, fingering the green strands and letting the blood blot her pale white fingers.
Her long nails ripping apart the turf, pulling it up in her hands and shredding it to pieces. The cop stared at Chase with a peculiar eye, “What are you staring at boy!” he barked, turning around to the nothing behind him.
“You don’t see…”
“Shush!” she uttered quietly, putting a red tinged finger to her lips, silencing him.

“See what? Are you high son?” the cop questioned, hands on hips. The mans dark brown hair, muddy water, Chase would of called it, this made him plain. Plain with his muddied and serious face, sharp jaw and thick eyebrows; he spotted a large freckle on the side of the officer’s nose.
It was funny all the stuff that you noticed when time seemed to never ever move. That this bothersome cop, though he sounded older than his own father, was probably just reaching his twenty sixth year. But his attitude was so old Chase could hardly even believe it himself.
That’s what happened when you live in a larger city filled with crime for so long, things get to you; the smallest things are taken so extremely serious.
“High? No sir im not.” He replied calmly eyes still Cossette, her pale fingers growing redder from the blood stained grass. Her white blonde hair shone brightly, the deep cerulean in all its splendor glowed as the tiny locks of grass were torn apart in her very fingers.
Chase looked back at the cop, staring at his face then on downward until his eyes caught sight of his name printed in bold letters, reading the name, Grear.

“Mr. Grear sir.” He added with a small smile.
“That’s officer Grear to you, now…get outta here kid.” He waved his hand up in the air, signaling for his presence to be broken, for him to just leave.
“Night officer.” He mumbled, watching the police car pull away; the bright flashing blue and red lights slowly fading away into the darkness.
“Whew!” Chase sighed in relief, looking at Cossette with bright, childish eyes. “That was close!”
Cossette rose from the ground, fingers were stained crimson. The lower parts of her skirt were also very red from the grounds red sully disgrace.
“Uh, why couldn’t he see you, Cossette?” he asked watching her slowly walk over to him, her face dismal with very little color left in it.
“Obviously they who don’t feel grief or a connection to the afterlife are then turned away, shunned from seeing the truth.” She looked down at his feet, lips closed together so perfectly, skin so charming that he longed to reach out and just trace one lonely finger around the middle of her cheek. To see whether or not it was in fact made porcelain.
Cossette quickly raised up a hand, knowing all to well that he was to try and touch her once again. A slight snarl in her eyes kept his hands to his sides for now.

“So, which is it for you?”
“Huh?” he asked, tilting his head in confusion.
The girl let a small smile curve in the corner of her mouth, “Are you feeling grief? Or is it a connection that you have always had?”
Looking away Chase scratched the back of his head, “I’d rather not answer that question.”
Blinking, Cossette nodded and turned away from him. “It’s rather sad don’t you think?”
Chase watched every movement she made, taking it in, drinking it up. “Sad?”
“Yes, sad. That I don’t remember a single thing. Was my life so meaningless that my memories would utterly become nothing more than a speck of dust that floated in and out of the air? Leaving me with nothing…but the name Cossette; and the word…Night.”
A long silence sat between the departed soul and the young man he was nothing more than a mere mortal, what could he do for her?
‘But what could she do for herself either?’ he thought. Would she continue to haunt this valley, pulling up bloodied grass and becoming the moons ultimate infatuation? No, he couldn’t do that; he was already so far in, what would happen if he went home right now. Would he simply forget her, no…no he couldn’t or better yet couldn’t forget such a lovely creature such as herself with eyes like pure sapphire stone and flesh like marble.

“This matters not…no be gone Chase I wish to be alone. You cannot be anything for me, do anything for me. So it’s best you go away and leave me to sink in my own thoughts.” Turning around, the girl looked almost godlike. The way her hair moved, her gestures, all of it…he knew now that he was becoming obsessed with this girl.
“No wait!” he grabbed her shoulder, expecting it to go through her like in the movies. But instead he touched a slick, ice to the touch glossed piece of fabric; carefully he turned her around.
Her face was still indifferent, so full of nothing; the deep blue eyes grew wide in terror at the rise in his voice. And the warmth of his hand of her tiny shoulder almost burned.
“Let me help you, no–let me save you.” He breathed deeply, heart pounding deep in his chest.
“Save me?” she mocked, with a painful laugh, “Why would you want to save me, how could you even think such thoughts?”
Chase ignored her cruel words, “Because no one else can if I don’t and…this is something I need to do. But I would rather do it with your consent.” He released her shoulders, and moved out of her space.
“You really want to help me?” she asked rhetorically.
“Yeah…I do but you have to say it first!” he pointed out with a quirky smirk.
Cossette shook her head at his idiosyncratic nature, then parted her pouting lips to ask.
“Chase…will you save me?” she asked reaching out for his hand.
He looked down at her white hand, fingers dried red from the grass. Without hesitation he reached out and grabbed her tiny hand, sealing the promise made between the two.

March 15th
“Two days have passed since the sickening murder under the crested overhang. The mysterious woman has yet to be identified, and is still classified as a Jane Doe. The only evidence the crime scene investigators have come up with are a few unclear tire tracks and the blood stained barbed wire that was found wrapped around her wrists at the scene.” The newswoman cleared her throat, Cossette stood nearby staring blankly at the television.
“Though there were flesh chunks left on the metal wiring so this could be a lead to finding out her identity. I mean, look at her…who would want to kill such an innocent looking girl?”
‘Innocent looking?’ Cossette asked herself, her eyebrow rose slightly. As the news faded, and a new show came across the screen, Cossette found it to be of a bother and less of entertainment; she did hope that in her life with the living that television hadn’t been her life.

“Hey, im home!” Chase called out as he opened the door softly. He looked over at the pale girl, the softness of her dress was faded with dried blood from the grass and of course the aging of a mere death experience.
“So it appears” she said sitting down on the bed, “Find anything?”
Chase sighed loudly, dropping the bag in his hand on the bed, “Nothing and more nothing!”
Cossette reached to touch the bag then recalled her fingers only to let her eyes look up sorrowful to Chase who pulled out a juice box from his little mini fridge.
“We have nothing Cossette! Nothing!” he complained, stabbing the square box with the tiny white straw.
“Should we give up?” she asked looking down at her hands.
“No!” he barked, “I promised you!” he clenched his fist with anger. “I will save you!”

Cossette stood from the bed, her long white blonde hair slithered down her back. Though she couldn’t remember her life, or anything that could be remotely helpful to this little search; Cossette still found Chase’s company so amusing and peculiar. But it made her strain to remember, strain to let the cold shudders that ran continually down her spine. This coldness was becoming too familiar with her, just as the tight, burning tremors that made her wrists pulse was too, growing frequent. The aches, making her long piano fingers crack, growing stiffer and stiffer every day. Cossette wasn’t afraid; she had no reason to be afraid. Just frustrated at the thought that her body could, and might be decomposing; she had heard him dreaming last night. When the thunder crashed along the blackened sky, lighting up the sky with spider lines and screams; he was dreaming. Chase… he hasn’t moved, as she sat eyes wide staring at the nothingness. When the lightning crashed making the room bright, making her illuminate slightly.
He cried out in his sleep, but not from the roaring thunder outside but whatever storm that was brewing inside his own head. Either soft little cries, or full out screams.

“Strawberry!” he had cried out on more than one occasion, “Why…why Dami–
And like that it was over, as if it had never once happened. “Chase.”
“Huh?” he yawned, tired from his long journey out for information; out of the many people who knew of the case not one soul would give him the information he needed. They were all to afraid, all to terrified to lose their own skins when another innocent just lost hers.
“Did you know that you converse in your sleep?” she asked with a small tilt of her head; Chase scratched the back of his head and then let out a laugh. He figured he would take that secret to the grave with him along with his favorite artwork.

“Uh, do I?” he blushed, leaning down to sip his juice.
“Yes you do.” She stepped closer to him, eyes wide and full. “Tell me, what frightened you so bad for you to scream out strawberry?”
Chase looked down at his fists when he brought his eyes back up, setting them on hers. The swirl of hazel was deeply dilated, full of seething anger.
“Strawberry…she was my cat. When I was about seven, she died.” He grinded his teeth together, making Cossette blink slowly just watching him; “Are you going to tell me Chase?”
“It was a horrible experience for me; I just want to forget it.” He snapped, closing his eyes tightly trying to keep any tear that wanted to run away tightly in its cage.
“No…you’ll feel better after talking with someone after such trauma.” She rubbed the side of her neck, feeling the white marble of her flesh start to chip and strip off its original stone design.
Shrugging it off without a worry, she flicked a piece into the air letting it float amongst the dust and other floating particles.
Chase closed his eyes; his hands flew to his head, nails digging past his jet black hair and into his scalp.

“Please I wanna see!” Chase called out, Cossette watched him with wide eyes but not interfering.
“What’s that strange smell? Please I really wanna know! Tell me now Damien!” he screeched the word Damien with such fear and detest.
“Damien?” Cossette mouthed the words, her cerulean eyes growing wide at the sound of that name.
‘I…no, I don’t remember I just know. That name, is so…’ Cossette thought looking up at Chase who was still caught between his sanity and fanatical ways that couldn’t be dealt with by reason.
Chase closed his eyes, the entire memory playing out in his mind over and over again.

“Please I can keep a secret please tell me!”
“Alright I’ll show you but you gotta promise not too scream okay.”
“Scream?”
“Yeah if you scream then you can’t play with any of us anymore aright.”
“Promise! Promise, now let me see!”
“Okay then Chasey!”
The brown bag’s mouth opened up wide, the rough bag held nothing but darkness. Except a strange smell spewed out, vapors unknown to the little boy.
“What’s that smell Damien?
“You wanna know?”
“Yeah!”
“Alright, well here you go!”
Chase blinked, and before he knew it the bag was tipped over into his hands. Crimson liquid was vomited from the bag; iron scented it thickly smeared along the small boy’s chest. And out tumbled a small red fruit. Chase felt it bump into his chest, then he grabbed it, squeezing in between his fingers and trying to figure out what this strange thing was. White wires poked out from the face of the fruit.
‘It’s so soft, is it a peach?’ the small boy thought, examining it further.
At last his eyes finally focused on the ‘fruit’ he held in his hands, what could it be?
When Damien began to laugh in a twisted way Chase’s sense of sagacity began to kick in wildly. This was no fruit he held in his tiny juvenile hand, when the blood finished pouring, and the red bile seceded he saw its legitimacy.
“Straw–strawberry?” he whimpered before dropping the decapitated head to the ground, then letting out a mortified scream. The scream echoed through his entire body, shaking him, moving him to tears and wails then demonic cries of pure pain.
Damien watched with huge eyes; the dropped head began to roll and roll until it was stopped by the cruel boy’s bare foot.
“You screamed…so that means you lose Chase.” He laughed, stepping on the severed head, smiling as he felt it squish between his dirty, dirt brown toes.

Chase’s screams loud, Cossette couldn’t image what these cries of pain could be but it almost frightened her to her very core.
“No! No Noooo!! Please No!” he screamed, whipping his head back and forth, “NOOO–!”
“Shush now!” She cooed, wrapping her arms around him, his skin was so hot compared to her own freezing flesh. Sweat was pouring off him by the buckets; his clothes were already soaked by this dread which was located deep within his heart.
“Cossette?” he whispered, but when those very words escaped his lips he was out; exhausted by the memories, tired by the pain.
“Chase…you poor thing. I long for my memories, yet you try to keep yours from returning.” She stroked his flushed cheek with a soothing finger.
“I am sorry…truly I am.” The girl spoke leaning down and brushing her lips against his, then pulling back in disgust by her actions.
“Damien, well now I think we should be getting somewhere.” Cossette smirked.

A smell of blood so faint not even the best animal could smell it, then the cracking of lost hearts and flesh being broken. Reaching two fingers up towards her face, she was shocked to feel the flesh around her lips busting open and ripping into split, bleeding and cut. But while remaining calm the girl lowered her head once more until her flowing lips reached over his ear.
“Remember Chase, Night shall fall and dawn will rise up once more.”
And with another ripping smile, she kissed his cheek, leaving a lipstick kiss along his cheek.
In her mind she had no idea where it had come from but, she knew he’d commit the quote to memory and use it later and maybe it could be to some use..
But in her mind, that kiss was something far more interesting and something far more pure.


March 16th
“Yup there it is, almost twelve years back. And it goes on from there!” Chase looked at Cossette; it had been a couple of days since he had brought her home, his vows made. Even though a lot of the times she would show absolutely no emotion what so ever, he knew that she cared. At least a little about what happened to herself, or him.
“Is it a list of all he has murdered?” Cossette asked seemingly curious.
“No not murder on humans. Animal mutilations, torture, and some accounts of…crucifixion. But charges were never filed?” Chase read out loud angrily,
Cossette looked at the computer; her fingers touched the glass screen, feeling its warmth.
“So, his crimes were never brought to justice? As in they knew but said nothing?”
“Yeah.” He growled, clicking the archives next page. He didn’t feel as odd as he looked, talking to ‘nothing’ as everyone would have thought. He felt content on having Cossette here even though it made him look completely mad.
“That bastard, this has him and his little gang written all over it!”
“Gang?” Cossette asked again, sounding more and more like a small child.
“He and a couple of friends of ours…could even have followers by now. Killing and torturing small animals for kicks. And everyone in this stupid city knew about it but they didn’t do anything!” Chase yelled, hitting the desk with his fist.
A stern looking woman eyed him from across the room, she could have been his grandmother she looked as feeble. But her eyes could burn, and they did, burning right threw him.
He smiled and gave her a small wave, which made her shake her silver head and be on her way again.
“Did nobody do anything…did nobody care what was happening to these animals?” To some families lives that were broken to pieces when they find there pet ferret hanging from a stop sign just outside your house. Or their dog, its legs ripped off, head severed and its torso left to float in your pool amongst other dead animals, in bloody chlorine water, he thought as he read a few more stories, of eyewitness accounts, and of course the body counts.

“I care.” Cossette spoke proudly flicking back a long lock of her white blonde hair.
“Well you, me and maybe a few families but that’s it.” He sighed, shutting off the computer.
The girl shook her head, “Remember Chase?”
“Remember what?” he asked turning around to glance at her.
“Night.”
Chase shuddered at the word, though it was normal enough for some reason it gave him the creeps just thinking about it. What it could mean? He was at a loss, and to make things worse he was no closer to helping Cossette than that night he met her.
“Come on lets leave here.” He said to her with a sweetened smile.
‘Maybe…I don’t have to help her, maybe she can just stay like this. Her and me forever; I can touch and see and talk to her so then it would be just fine. We could be a couple!’ he thought to himself warmly. He imagined holding her hand in his own, filling her cold heart with love and warmth. It didn’t ever have to end, thousands upon thousands of days with nothing but happiness.
‘But…would she be happy? Im not even sure if she’d even be happy with me. Am I being selfish?’ Chase asked himself, looking at the specter walking beside him. She was so beautiful, so radiant, he had no idea how to even begin to express his feelings to her or if she’d accept them.
‘I got to remember that she’s dead, there’s no way that she could be happy when she knows that im alive!’
“What’s on your mind now Chase?” she asked, face just as expressionless as ever.

“Uh…Cossette, can I ask you something, why don’t you ever smile?” though he felt rather stupid asking since he knew of course it was because she was dead, why would the dead be happy?
“Smile?” she blinked, raising her eyebrows in surprise at this random question. “I believe it is because I have nothing to really smile about.”
Chase nodded, and they continued their walk in silent. ‘Stupid me!’

As soon as the two arrived at his small apartment, Cossette had a question she wanted to ask him.
“Chase…I want to know, what did Damien do to your cat?”
Chase clutched his fists, “He wanted to make me…one of him. I was too sweet and soft as a child so to make me better as he called it. He…beheaded my cat Strawberry. And dumped his head out from a bag and into my arms. Ever since then, I just never got over it.”
Cossette shifted, “Have you seen him sense then?”
“No, I know he lives in the same moldy, house he lived in when he was a little kid…that I can tell you but as for seeing him. Well I really have no intention of it.”
Cossette listened to him, her eyes set dead upon his own hazel stones. His fear for this boy, this man surprised her. Since she had always seen Chase as a strong character.
“Coward.” She put bluntly, crossing her arms as she walked through the door.
“What did you day?” he demanded, whipping around. His eyes large, filled with anger and hate. “Don’t you ever say that to me again! You got that! Never say that!” he screamed at her, breathing hard.
Cossette didn’t move, she didn’t flinch all she did was reach her hand to his face. Pressing the cold fingers to his cheeks relaxing him, silencing him.
“This anger you hold up inside…all this for him, all this for strawberry, all this…for me. Use it. Use it and win your battle.” The girl spoke tenderly, pretty words surrounded by nothing more than a dead outer shell.
Sighing Chase moved away from her, his fists clutched and tightly. He could feel his nails digging, burrowing deeply into his palms, blood would dribble out any moment.

“I…I didn’t want you to go Cossette. I wanted you to stay here with me, forever.” He confessed his hazel eyes closed; “But that’s not right, its not right for you or me. I think…im becoming obsessed; I think im falling for you.”
Cossette’s eyes let out a warm smile, but her face that continuous pouting lip, that stern yet smooth jaw that proved her seriousness. Though he longed for her to smile at him, or even cry in spite of herself he knew that she would not. He was basically a nothing inside the shell of what was; “Cossette…say something…anything.” He begged
“Can I heal you pretty sweet?” she asked with a flick of her hand against the silken strands of her hair. “For that is what you are…sweet and dear to my cold, icy heart. Or what’s left a corpse’s heart. I am sorry, but there is nothing I can give you, and nothing you cam give me.”
Chase hit the wall, hard. His fists making a small dent in the wall; “Please…it’s not true. I can…I can save you…” he took in every word that tumbled out of his mouth. Letting the silence overtake him, as he tried to hear the splashing of his own words against the floor of his apartment; “I can save you Cossette, I can!”
She opened her mouth to say something but he didn’t have the chance, he ran. He ran out the door and into the brightness of the midmorning sun.
“Chase! Wait, where are you going?” she cried out trying to go after him, but to no prevail.
He disappeared in the back alleys; the only sound Cossette heard was her own breathing and the ripping of her lip, which had torn open again.

((I'll continue on the next post...it was just too long *pouts*))

[Lady Rika]

Night overtook him, as he dialed the old familiar number, pushing those same buttons. But this time instead of a pretty blue telephone that hung on the wall of his mother’s kitchen, it was the grubby numbers of the telephone booth Chasse stood in. No stars hung in his sky tonight, no birds chirped their songs from black stretching trees.
Soon it began to ring his heart beat faster and faster; ‘Please pick up the phone!’
“…Hello?” a voice on the other line spoke up, it was deep and heavy with a calm tone in the mists of his worth.
“Uh, hi is this Damien Seech?” Chase asked shaky and nervous.
“Depends, whose asking?”
“Uh, it’s me…your old buddy Chasey!”
Silence was never so loud, that’s all he heard for the longest time as he awaited an answer.
“Chase…is that really you…you big pussie!” he laughed in a creepy way, it echoed out all the way through the phones core.
“Yep, it’s me alright…so how ya been?” he asked, scratching the side of his cheek, the place where Cossette touched him.
“God…don’t even get me started!” he screamed, uncalled for. “We really need to talk sometimes…you should come over, how about…right now?”
Chase gulped, though this is what he wanted, to get him right in his path, he had to know if this disgusting excuse for a human killed Cossette.
“Uh, sure…who else is over there?”
Damien again went silent, “Just a few other guys…like four…why?”
“I just wanted to know if we’d be talking alone or not, no worries!” he laughed it off, hoping Damien would as well.
“Well just get you’re ass over here…you know that old barn up past Haggard rd, just down from that old bar we’d bust bottles at?”
“Yeah.”
“Come there as soon as you can alright!” he sounded excited, too excited.
“Okay I’ll be there, peace.”
“Bye.” And with that final sweet Damien hung up; Chase let out this huge sigh and fell to the side of the telephone booth.
‘What if it’s not him? It could be somebody else!’ he told himself, but he knew it had to be. There was no one who would take the time to torture someone so much and not enjoy every passing second of it. That just sounded like Damien.
Rising up from the booth, Chase stretched his arms out and began to walk; this would be a long one so he figured he’d prepare himself for anything. Whipping out his cell phone chased dialed a quick number, lifted it up to his ear and began to walk and wait.

Chase sat in the old barn, the smell of bleach was heavy in the air he wasn’t sure if he wanted to puke or worry. There were in fact four other guys there, five including Damien.
The barn was filled with old furniture, and a few porno’s lying here and there but what caught Chase’s eye more than once was a dark chest in the darkest corner of the room, just waiting for someone to come and open it.
“So how have you been…uh Damien?” he asked with an unnecessary smile, his fingers twiddling in a hesitant way.
Damien smiled; his dark blonde hair was so filthy dirty Chase couldn’t even look at it. In fact all of them seemed equally dirty and seething with mental problems.
Damien rubbed his noise, though he looked like a wimpy little nothing he was anything but weak. He would fool you by wearing these black rimmed glasses, and contrasting it with brighter shirts and pants. He loved to deceive and if he could trick you than you’d get caught in his web, and there was nothing you can do.
“Im fine, actually im more than fine. In truth…im great!” he smiled sadistically, making two of his cronies laugh.
“Really how so?” Chase asked trying to be calm.
Damien smirked, and walked a little closer to Chase, “Guess.”
“Uh…girlfriend?” he asked smiling, trying to keep his cool.
“Ha, ha no. Try again.” He forced, as he began to circle him, cold eyes burning.
“Well, I really don’t have a clue Damien–
”Oh but I think you do. You see im not stupid Chase, though you may think I am. I am anything but stupid; I’ve heard about you around town. People saying that you’re talkin to yourself and acting all strange, and everyone who tells me they see an old friend of mine acting…odd well that concerns me.”
“Concerns?” Chase asked, bringing one hand to his pocket.
The boy watched him, eyes like a deranged animal ready to strike; “Here’s a question. Does the name Cossette Del Jerco ring a bell to you?”
Chase felt his heart explode in his chest; his eyes grew wider by each thumping intensity of his heart. What was he too do, but how did he know in the first place?
“Chase cut the shit!” he growled, the other four guys standing up reminding Chase of a pack of rabid wolves awaiting their leaders commands.
“What are you talking about man?” he begged, trying to look and act convincing.
Damien took another step closer, “We heard you that night, after we dumped the body. You walking home, simply wrong place at the wrong time but unlucky for you. Then you just had to stick your nose in it…you never learn do you. Like with strawberry?”
The very mention of his beloved pets name brought anger to his face, “Shut up!” he roared.
Damien grabbed Chases arm, veins in the whites of his eyes were going mad as well; “Another thing…don’t think you were so smart as to finding us out. We knew about you, we lead you to use. And like a moth to the flame you took the bait like the stupid fish you are! So, would you like to know how lovely little Cossette died? It was quite fun actually, the fact that she tried so hard not to scream was kinda funny.”

Chase couldn’t believe his ears, they knew. They knew everything, and they were going to tell him everything. All the gruesome details he couldn’t bear to hear about his adored Cossette.
“You can take your ways and shove it up your ass all I want to know is why! Why in the world did you take her life? Did you get sick of defenseless animals?” Chase screamed, Damien sighed and had him restrained.
By tying him up with old rope and gagging him a sweaty bandanna two of the four men forced Chase into a nearby chair then tied him to it.
“Now! Can we do it now Damien?” one of the group members asked excited.
“Wait a minute we want to know why he is going to die…and of course why that little bitch was sent to hell too!”
Chase tried to cry out a couple of insults but all that came out was muffled air.
“Cossette, Cossette, Cossette…I warned her to stop acting stupid but it’s not my fault she won’t listen.” He ridiculed her memory by laughing.
“Yeah, that whore! She tried to get the entire suburbs to sign a petition to get Damien and us thrown in jail for our ‘fun’. She deserved it…everything I gave to her!” the snaggletooth man shook his fist at Chase’s face. Making a few others jeer in agreement.
“We told her that we’d trade off. The petition for no more death threats; but she didn’t care about herself dying but everyone around her so that put us in a position, threaten the family! After a while she came around and met us here. Where we had our fun with her for a while, then we just finished her off so she could have at least a small bit of piece.” Damien shrugged, “I thought that was nice of me.” He laughed, showing a small taint of yellow teeth through dark red lips. His pasty skin made him look even more odd and creepy than he truly was.
“Yeah Night shall terrorize and rule over all who stand beneath it!” a short, stout man jumped up excited and almost drooling.
“Yes, yes Night shall reign supreme and I…
While Damien and his friends all talked about their group, Night, Chase couldn’t stop from wanting to cry. Cossette was so strong and brave; to get handled in such a way he was in fear for his life. Knowing that he would never get to see her again, call his parents again, or get back his stupid job which he’s probably fired from by now.
‘Oh Cossette…’ he thought closing his eyes for a few seconds…and seeing a horrible sight.

“NOOO! LET ME GO!” The girl cried out, tight metal barbed wire was tied around her wrists and legs. As one man worked his way up her slender pale leg, the others worked on other parts of her exterior. Cutting her into a human jigsaw puzzle, slicing deep into the ivory skin until it became something else; loose hanging flesh was burned with small pocket lighters. While Bleach and a few other acid solutions were dumped on her head, washing down her back. Destroying her beautiful white blonde hair; as the cutting continued, Damien made sure that he had sheared off every piece of flesh off her hands and after pulling out her fingernails. Dousing her exposed hands and body with acid.
“Night will fall, dawn shall rise up and destroy all you stand for!” she cried out, as the skin hot glued back onto the muscle and flesh Cossette had enough will power to cry out to them once more…before they cut open her throat and she bled to death.

Chase opened his eyes; the gag was gone from his mouth. And his breath was ragged and weak, he felt like his very lungs were on fire.
“What did you just say Chase?” Damien snarled, balling his fists.
Chase thought for a few seconds, ignoring the psycho in front of him. He had just seen her death, or a slight bit of it. And what she had said…it was not embedded into his skull.
Smiling Chase relaxed a bit, despite the rope rubbing the wrong way on his wrists.
“I said Night will fall, and dawn will rise up! And also, I called some friends to come here too.”
Chase smirked nodding his head towards the barn door where a few flashing police lights could be seen through the door. Officer Grear’s voice was the loudest as he gave quick orders.
The Night members scattered around the barn trying to escape, but Damien remained perfectly still, he just stared at him with a creepy smile across his face.
“See you in hell Damien.” Chase mocked, pulling on his ropes.
“You first Chasey!” and with a squeal of pure enjoyment Damien pulled out his curved steak knife and plunged it into Chase’s neck.
Chase didn’t make a sound, a white hot spark shot through his body as blood was puking up from his neck wound. Everything went dark then, the only thing he saw was darkness and the only thing he could hear was silence.



Beep, Beep, Beep

“Uh…Ahhh …COSSETTE!” He screamed jumping from the bed, his dark jet black hair disheveled, the brightness of the room hurting his eyes. And the digital blue alarm clock was going off right by him. Chase reached over to grab the thing and in his venting anger he readied himself to throw the monstrously loud piece of machinery but then he stopped.
‘I…I broke this nearly five days ago. Smashed it to bits, but this looks…the same?
The time on the digital blue read 7:35pm; then it all came back to him. The screaming wind, the murder, Night, and…Cossette; was it all just a dream or was he losing his very mind?
“But, it did seem so real. I could smell her, and feel her aura, her soul, her everything and now she was just gone? Not a fair deal he thought grimly, getting up out of the bed and stumbling over to his calendar. It was Sunday…the 12th!
“Impossible!” he gasped; it couldn’t be he had went to work that day and marked it off as he did everyday. And…he remembered it all, he knew everything…everything.
“So that means…the 12th, Cossette is still alive!” he scrambled around the room throwing on some clothes. He had to stop everything, he had to stop this, prevent her suffering, prevent her death, he had too! He looked once more at the calendar; “Please be right!” he begged and ran from the apartment, his legs moving back and forth so fast he didn’t know if they were going to fall off or if he was to sprout wings and fly.
After if felt as if he couldn’t run any longer he came to the barn, its grotesque outer appearance was just as bad as its inhabitants; hideous and deformed, in the body and the brain.
Chase had to stop; his body would give out on him if he didn’t. The burning lungs took in so much air, when he tried to breathe he found himself unable and quite weak.
Just when he thought he’d fall over from exhaustion, she came up the road in a fancy black and white vehicle; stepping out, she looked like a princess in a mere silk dress. Though darkness would overtake the world soon he could still her perfect features and long glossy, burnished white blonde hair that fell so far down her back.
‘Cossette, you really are the perfect girl.’ He thought to himself with a rosy glow; soon snapping back into reality when Damien came out from the barn to greet her a strange smile filled out across his face.
Chase couldn’t help himself, he jumped out from where he was hidden waving hi arms and screaming, “Cossette!”
Cossette looked up wide eyed, she had never seen this man before in her life but he seemed to know her rather well.
Damien raised his eyebrow and watched the young man coming closer, “Chase? Is that you?” he asked confused, his sullied dark blond locks shifted with the winds quick blow of hate.
“Cossette! No, don’t go in there it’s a trap!” he cried out, stopping again to catch his breath.
Cossette looked over at Damien, “Trap?” she asked slightly afraid.
Damien’s eye twitched, “What are you talking about! Get lost Chase before I kill your ass!”
Chase’s face went blank, then he bellowed with laughter leaving the two people near him confused.
“No, you don’t understand, you see I called the police and they are gonna be here right about…now!” he counted off, then smirked wickedly when a few police cars were seen coming closer. Damien cursed loudly, calling to his friends and followers to run and leave their sanctuary. Then he too took off in the opposite direction. Cossette looked over at Chase in awe; her dark cerulean blue eyes watched him smile at her.
As they stared at each other not one of them noticed anything but each other. Until two loud cracks of thunder burst into the air; Chase dropped to the ground out of instinct.
“Rot in hell…both of you!” Damien yelled taking off running, police officers running after him.
Looking up, Chase saw Cossette standing there, her eyes were huge, and a two large rounded black punctures one in her neck the other in her side began to ooze crimson.
Chase jumbled up from the ground and made it over to her side before she fell to the ground, her eyes were rolling towards the back of her head. Blood droplets had sprayed a large portion of her hair, making it smear with cherry dye.
Fighting back tears Chase placed his hand over her bleeding neck wound, he could feel the warm blood pumping out. His mortal hand could not stop that flow; only reconcile it for a minute or two.
“Cossette…stay with me Cossette!” he sniffed back snot and tears that were so badly ready to come down.
Focusing her eyes on him, she tried to breathe but the only sounds that were coming out were light wheezing gasps.
“How..aehh…how do you know my name?” she asked coughing, blood spraying along his cheeks.
Chase laughed, actually laughed then felt the burning hot tears fall from his hazel eyes.
“Because I know you Cossette, in another life I guess you could say…I loved you.” He forced out the words, “I want you too know something okay.”
The dying girl nodded, “Oh…oh okay” she pushed the words out, blood pouring out from her mouth in heavy thick loads.
Chase felt more tears drizzle down, “I know you, and I know about Night…and what you were trying to do and what they were going to do. I know you…so please don’t linger on in this world…move on, go to a better life…please!” he begged her, holding her tighter in his arms. Her frail body felt paper light in his arms; he didn’t want to let her go, ever.
Cossette was silent, and without emotion for a few seconds then she just smiled. Though blood was pouring down from her lips, and the red was staining her teeth a little, and even though the sapphire stones were growing clouded and losing all their luster. Chase buckled at her smile; to him it was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen in his life.
Soon the color was draining away from her completely, and with a final breath she breathed out a nearly silent, but so real, “Thank you Chase.”
Chase broke down, his head pushed down into her neck, sobbing, he hadn’t told her his name yet. But she knew! He thought, taking in her musky flower scent, mixed with the irony blood smell.
“Oh…Cossette if only you knew…if only you knew all my feelings the ones I couldn’t describe in words. And if only I could make paint porcelain skin, and make sapphire’s become eyes.” He pulled out from her shoulder, his face even more bloodstained from the blood pouring from her mouth, not to mention the neck wound that took her life.
“I don’t deserve your thanks…it is I who should be thanking you.” He spoke softly, the sound of the ambulance roaring in the background along with police sirens.
Leaning down he pressed his lips to hers, the thick heavy taste of iron and blood saturated his mouth, flooding his entire throat with that taste. And it was beautiful.

The End

((No flames please))

[DragonHeart]

Cosette is also the name of a character from Victor Hugo's Les Miserables but I wouldn't worry about it - even unusual names aren't generally copyrighted and anyone can use them if they wish.

Anyways, this is a quick crit of the first few paragraphs. It's all my opinion as usual.

Rain pelted hard against the soaked earth bringing about salmon colored shoots from the ground. These growths wriggled from the damp, cold earth sticking out their heads in relief. Slithering across the slick, darkened sludge the pink soil eaters glided threw black, brown, and…red puddles forming at the base of five pale, frozen fingers.

Italics aren't necessary. Some of the wording is redundant - rain, soaked, damp, slick - we get the point. To be honest, I think this entire section is far too verbose. You could easily cut it down to something like this: "The heavy rains brought worms wriggling to the surface, crawling through earth, leaves and the blood pooling beneath pale, frozen fingers." Just an example of course. I wouldn't be hooked by the original paragraph because it takes too long to get to the point, but a sentence like the example would have me intrigued. It's a tantalizing glimpse, which is all you really need. I'd read on.

Present time
Beep, beep, beep
7:35 pm Sunday, 12th

Chase opened one hazel eye [I'm no expert, but I open both of mine when I wake up] as the alarm clock blared [I think of heavy metal and giant speakers with this word, not a standard alarm clock] in through his left eardrum [only the left? Is he deaf in his right?]; stinging [is it alive? Clocks don't sting.] his ears rather badly [telling - maybe have him wince or something instead]. As the dark digital blue alarm clock [odd word order here - I'd just stick with "digital alarm clock"] continued its shrill screams [is it being murdered?] of thrill and malice [Sounds like a B horror movie] torture upon his brain [overdramatic for something as simple as a clock going off], Chase leaned [sat] up in the bed, a blank look plastered [like wallpaper?] across his face.
‘Where am I?’ he asked blinking very slowly, and looking around his room [confused - why doesn't he recognize his own room?].
The bland white paint, no posters, and not even a proper toilet room smacked him in the face each and every morning or in this case very late afternoon. It was so bare and ugly he could hardly stand it. No color, no indifferent flair to make it his own. He longed to paint it a light shade of blue or some breathtaking ocean scene with the waves crashing along moon washed shores but he wasn’t allowed.[Most of this is unecessary to the story - I'd cut all except the physical description, ie "The bare, ugly room with bland white paint."]

Initial thoughts: wait, what? Where did the worms and the rain go? I wanted to see a body. I'm not particularly fond of the old "put the end at the beginning to make the reader read through and see what happened" device, but I'll let it slide cause death is always morbidly fascinating.

The "beep beep beep" of the alarm would serve better at the beginning of the first paragraph, in my opinion. I'd also leave the "present time" thing out - putting the time stamp on already implies that information.

Overall I'd say you have a good beginning, but you could tighten it up quite a bit. You're beating the alarm clock going off into our heads - I'd recommend mentioning him hearing it, turning it off, then move on to the next part of the story. For being a short story it's starting off too slow - as a reader I'm already losing interest. You have a great hook, but you need to follow it up. I'd even go so far as to say skip over this beginning if all it's doing is setting a scene. Go straight to the action and keep the story flowing.

In my opinion, anyways.

~DragonHeart~

[Lady Rika]

This is just my sucky ass draft, I know its bad. But I wanted to get some critic on it before I revise it. Thats a bunch Dragon heart I am already half way done with the revisons so yet again that you!

[Fishie]

Damn Rika. I can't believe you typed all this. I would've died if I were to type this.

I like your story. The beginning of it I like a lot. I like how it goes at first, but as you read along I noticed that I lost interest as well. But you did an amazing job though and I can't wait to see your revised version.