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Broken Chain Pt 3

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Snow:  white snow fell innocently down from the darkening sky above. Never before had school lasted as long as it did today. The classes dragged on, and long, like a continuous, monotonous circle; never ending.  It was always the same; Always eternal. School would start like any other, with chains and swarms of teens clinging to their cliché cliques, their fake friends, with false smiles…talking about things that no one even cared about. Then school would begin, and everyone would go to their classes, pretend to pay attention, while still consumed with shallow thoughts, about shallow people. The students endure. Then lunch comes, and the pupils fall under the hysteria of having some free time. Then fallen, as if, in a deep sleep, the teens lumber back to their classrooms, tired, and depleted of energy. School is over, and the lethargy once possessed by the students is forgotten. That is the general summery of a school day for a regular teen. However, the usual school day in the life of Zane Knox runs quite differently than that of a normal teenager. Every day, I arrive at school and walk silently to the library, waiting patiently in there for school to start, reading, doing homework, anything to keep myself busy. In class I listen, but do not hear, read, but don't contemplate, my mind is far away, set upon a certain goal, that until this morning, was uncertain, but now a fast approaching future. I was planning where, with what, and how to do it; how to make it a sure success. This was probably why my teachers thought I was such a dunce; because for hours at a time, I would stare into a whiteboard, a picture, or even a person, and not move an inch, absorbed in my sinister thoughts. At lunch, I would take my meal and head to the bathroom, (if I even ate  that day), and headed to my preferred eating area; a stall in the boys restroom. Believe me, it's not as disgusting as you'd think, the school was fairly new and the janitors were fairly diligent. There, I would eat, or sit and wait, until lunch was over, and then head back to class. As classes ended, I would stride out of the school, as fast I could, avoiding the people I knew would cause problems for me, and charge headlong into the bitter wind and freezing snow. That was my average day; and most of the time, it worked pretty well for me. However, today was definitely not an average day. Snow: white snow fell in clusters around me, crunching under my feet after I stepped on them. I was almost to my house, and almost free. That was, however, until I heard it; a shift in the wind, and a crunch of snow. I stopped, and turned to my left, looking towards a thicket of trees a good forty feet from where I stood. A figure stood just beyond the range of my vision, clouded in the trees shade. I knew that figure; it had been following me around for about a month now, always getting close, but not so close that I could see him. Sometimes I considered telling Amelia about my stalker, but then again, she'd probably say I was crazy and send me to a psychiatrist. Besides, what did it matter if someone was shadowing me, what's the worst thing they could do to me, kill me? Don't make me laugh. So I kept quiet about it, every once in a while catching a glance of him, and concluding with a quick staring contest, in which, after staring at the person's immobile body for some time, I'd get bored, and walk away. I waited, watching the figure watch me. Time slowed and I began to get hypnotized by the silhouette in front of me. However, instead of boredom, a snowball broke my gaze. It smashed roughly in to the side of my head, and shocked me so badly that I fell to the snow below me. Jeering, laughing, mocking voices burst forth from behind me. "Freak! What do you think you're doing?" They had snuck up on me. I say 'snuck', even though they probably didn't diminish their drawling noise, just I had probably been too distracted to notice. I began to lift my head, hoping to get a running start ahead of them, but they were closer then I had expected, and one of them slapped their hand to the black of my head, forcing me back into the field of snow. They surrounded me as I choked out the suffocating snow out of my lungs. I looked up and counted; Five. Five to one were the odds, and I knew I couldn't win. Usually I had a running start, and being more then decent at sprinting, (due to my obvious need to do so), I could outrun any of them. However, with a start like this, I was worse than screwed. Stephen had been out to get me his entire life, it had no purpose either, it was as if just looking at my face brought him into a furious rage. I tried to stand, but was pushed down on my back, then held with Stephens's foot, a cocky smile lurking at the corners of his thin lips. "Well boys, look what we have here, a freak fresh for the picking" laughter echoed around us. I had to get away, somehow. "Haven't seen you in around Zane, what been avoiding us?" sarcasm laced his words and molded his face, into a sneering smirk. Too late to run, and too many to fight off…what could I do? My skull ached, and my skin flamed. For seconds I remained mute, my brain unable to get myself out of this mess. Scream? Fight them anyway? Nothing would help me; I was running out of ideas, and they were running out of patience. A cruel laugh broke out of Stephen's mouth, a cruel, cold, heart stopping laugh.  "Oh god Zane, you're just as pathetic as your brother was." My breath caught, and I found my voice. "My brother?" I choked out, speaking against my better knowledge. Another ripple of laughter broke out from the henchmen. Before I could react, I was kicked in the rips, hard, and all air left my lungs in one huge gust. It took me moments to recover, in which Stephen bent down and took ahold of my hair, twisting it in his long, strong fingers. "Your faggy, asshole of a brother" He clarified, pulling several hairs from the roots to make me look at him. I grimaced in anguish. "Make sure that next time you see him, that you give him a message" the words crept chillingly up my spine, and I tilted my head away, not wanting to see the blow that was inevitably coming.
  



Several Minor Bruises,  a black eye, what felt like a barrage of broken ribs,  and a Fat lip; all considering, the damage wasn't that bad.  It didn't matter in any case, for what good would perfect health bring for a condemned man? I replaced my clothes that I had discarded, when surveying the damage, and began preparing; Amelia was still out so it was the perfect time to do it. I gathered items from a sundry of different places in my room. I collected a long rope from my closet, a bunch of medicine from my medicine cabinet, and some broken glass I had saved from a while back. It was all set, ready; except for one thing. I looked outside, scouting for my sisters pickup. Nothing. With that calm reassurance I slithered into my parent's room, opening their closet door. Like all closets, theirs was filled to bursting, with boxes, clothes, books and some sort of rotting food must have been in there somewhere, because it smelled as if I would find piles of decaying flesh in in its depths or it opened up to a festering field of cow manure. Despite its chaos, I found what I was looking for; a black, loaded, metallic gun. I felt cool and fragile in my hands as I grasped it. My parents were fools to leave such things just lying around the house. I carried it carefully to my bed a laid it with its cousins.  I stopped for a moment to admire them before grabbing the gun, and heading downstairs to say my final goodbye.   
The sky swirled as I walked, mixing the red of the sunset, and the blackness of the storm clouds overhead. I could feel the frosty breeze caress my face and could hear the snow crunch under my boots as I walked to the lake. The lake is, and forever has been my favorite spot to relax, more than any other for a longer time then I could remember. Even though I had grown up among two siblings, and had two parents, most of the time I ended up alone; My parents worked a lot when I was younger, relying on my older brother to take care of me, which he could only half do to he  because he was still in school at the time, and because he was ten years older than me, we didn't get along well. Amelia and I could have bonded, if not for the fact that the phrase 'Men from Mars, Women from Venus', applied indisputably to us. Nevertheless, this isolation from communicating with my family led to a lot of alone time, which I could quietly endure in my personal paradise: the large, sometimes overwhelming lake, that was mere feet from my back porch.  I walked out there now and stopped at the brink of the dock that overlooked the crystal frozen lake, sitting on the edge and letting my legs dangle off the side. I leaned back, closed my eyes and breathed in, inhaling the scents all around me. There was one thing I would miss in this world: This tranquility, this peace, this escape from the rest of the world. It seemed like hours I waited, hours and hours I rested undisturbed, that is until I heard, "It's a Pretty Night isn't it?" My eyes snapped open and my heart exploded with startled fear. There was a man sitting right beside me, on my left. He was tall, muscular, in his Mid-thirties, with thick black hair framing his face. He was looking up at the moon that shadowed the lake, its glow reflecting off his silvery white skin. I slowed my heart and began to relax, turning my head to face forward; I wouldn't look weak. "Yea," I sighed, trying to shrug off my insecurity. "Pity it's your last night, isn't it?" the words caught me off guard. What did he mean? Did he know? Could he read my mind? Crickets buzzed in the background. I refused to look at him, my eyes burning a hole in the face of the moon. The silence dragged on. I finally worked up the nerve, and turned towards him; "You're a vampire, aren't you?" my words echoed around the clearing. He looked at me, a childish smirk etched across his snowy face. "What gave it away?" he chuckled, leaning back and propping his head on his crossed arms. I ignored him. "What do you want, why where you following me?" I wasn't in the mood for fun and games. His smile faded and a long frown appeared on his pure face. "Really don't fuck around, do you, Zane?" I glared at him, what the hell was he doing here? He grunted, sitting up and swinging off the dock and onto the ice of the lake, turning and facing me. "I've been watching you a long time Zane, a very long time" I scoffed. "Yea, I noticed, someone stalking me isn't usually something that can be easily missed." I muttered, leaning back and stretching my sore legs. "What I want to know is why." He tilted his head to the side to look at me, his dark eyes piercing me.  "why? Well Zane, it's because I want you." I could feel the air drop 10 degrees and Goosebumps sneak up my arms.  He leaned forward and slowly crept towards me. Time stopped.  He came closer still, and my thoughts were ragged; Amelia was nowhere close and she couldn't get here in time. He would kill me, but I wouldn't give up without a fight. When he reached about a couple of feet away from me, his palm outstretched in welcome, I removed my parent's gun from my jeans and pointed its tip at the vampire. He laughed and lips curled into a malicious smile; he knew better then I that I couldn't win this fight. However, I would never allow a murderous, filthy, bloodsucking leach kill me. If I was going to die, it would be from my own hand. With a flick of  his wrist he knocked the gun from my hand and to the frozen waters in the middle of the lake. I knew without that gun, hell would come that much quicker, so I went after it, jumping off the dock, over the vampire's head, to crash onto the ice below. The blow made me stumble and wobble, but I balanced myself and started sprinting to the weapon.. Cracks began to form on the ice's surface as I sprinted faster and faster. Even my speed wasn't enough to outrun his. He slammed me into the ice face forward, making the ice split entirely with the force of it. Blood gushed from my head, and artic cold waters washed over me. Then, as his solid arms wrapped around me, a searing pain engulfed my neck and began to swallow my being. Fire burned my body, my soul as the water slowly drowned me. I let out a scream, with no result. I began to fade as the pain began to swell into a horrific crescendo and my vision got darker. I sunk lower in the water, my entire body feeling nothing but agony. This couldn't be it. This isn't how I wanted it to End. Blackness overtook me.


END PART 1
Finally finished, woot!
Eventually going to go back and fix these, not exactly happy with the lack of detail in this >.>

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RiseofChaos482's avatar
OMG! amazing, it was so captivating. There were a few mispelled words and some gramatic errors but other than that, Hurray!