This is an insert from my current novel (which one day may be published...) It is actually the beginning of chapter 2, however, it was the first part i had wrote. It was just shifted around with time.
I'd like to hear comments etc if your interested. There really is no storyline to it, because it is only half of chapter 2. You would have to read the entire story to understand it all.
However i wil lsay that the story is a thriller and is based around immortals and werewolves etc. So Frozen Fox... you would probbaly like the final story when it is done. Just because of the genre.
Here is the insert:
Walking down those empty and endless streets I had lost all my sense of direction. It was pouring hard a cold crisp rain, every step I took sounded as if I had stepped into a whole new puddle. The buildings were tall and compact like any city. The commercial windows were hazed and the distance was foggy, although, the layer of fog on the downtown streets hung high. The wide street was a little hilly, but it was barely noticeable and very smooth in transition. At the bottom of the subtle hills on the main street I dropped a little under the fog layer and could see the lake waters just after the street end. The waters glistened for the moon shone brightly and reflected a crystal resemblance within some of the fog. My vision seemed misty and all I saw was faded to a dark shade of blue. Only the flickering streetlights, beaming yellow, did not hold this odd sensation of navy color. I pulled my hood over my head shielding the almost painful fast falling rain.
Wandering down the middle of the street, all I could hear was the loud thumping of my heart. My heart, which was pressed up in my throat, felt like a swollen beating that was too close to my ear. It had an emotion of unrest, for my heart, a sixth sense, gave me a feeling of piercing eyes in my direction. I calmly looked over my right shoulder, but nothing was there except the sky which was clouded with darkness.
The buildings of brick seemed twisted as the rain appeared to only fall around me. In likeness to an adult looking over a child the buildings stretched up and over me with an eerie bend. Everything seemed warped to shape my movement, no matter how far I walked I felt as If I had not moved. The almost never empty downtown was motionless and still I felt as if I was not alone.
Walking further, aimlessly, my fear grew stronger as my heart beat faster. Scared, I quickly spun to my left; yet again, nothing. As I looked around, everything I could see molded together with the travel of my eyes. My head was spinning; my senses were on full alert. All my fears flushed me with anxiety. Past visions I could not remember flashed with a scream before my weary eyes. I felt helpless, my life with no meaning or cause. One dry tear fell and shaped my left cheek. All my pains, all my tears, and all my doubts had struck me in the face making me not want to continue on that never ending path.
I fell onto my knees, my hands pressed against the cold and smoothly paved road. I cried. As my eyes followed the one solid yellow line underneath me into the distance I saw a comforting silhouette far away. It was someone I knew and could not reach, but dreadfully wanted to. It was someone I loved, someone to comfort me. This was a journey of a long hilly road I could not travel on my own. The future was too hard to make out if I continued solely.
The streetlights blew off with a quiet yet high toned hum, all went dark. The neon moon lay solemn in the precious tides of a starry night. My heart throbbed faster then before, it was now, again, the only thing my ears could make out. The blue sensations of color began to seep to a bloody red. Cars began to speed by me; the sidewalks were busy with young and old. I sensed havoc; my fear grew more then before. I heard screams. People were yelling in pain, children running out onto the streets. The shrieks and breaking glass muffled the sound of my fast beating heart.
Adrenaline of impatience sparked an emotion of regret. My tears dried and I lifted myself to my feet. The rain that flowed into the sewer beneath me was a dark crimson red. Death thickened the air. Lives were taken all around me. I could not make out who were the victims and who were the killers. The screams never seemed to stop for rest. The speeding cars drove by without an ounce of remorse only caring for their own very lives.
I took one step forward, but something stopped me. A large hand tensely held my right shoulder and would not release me. Without looking back I broke myself free, running for my life. I never once looked behind me. I could not stop running. My heart was again throbbing in my throat. My eyes swelled and my hearing faded. I woke up.
It is unedited, so please excuse my bad grammar and/or spelling.
