Thursday, April 4, 2013

Teaser Thursday: The Light [1]

This is a new thing I've decided to do. I'll post teasers of projects I'm working on! This is part of the first chapter of The Light which is a re-write of Gepard Valk. Hope you like!



            Taking a breath, Darius, stepped over a piece of broken window that had fallen from the building on his right. A moonbeam bounced off the shard and hit him in the face. Darius flinched and pressed on forward, deeper into the alley. Soon enough, he heard what he had been waiting for: Footsteps.
            Darius didn’t turn around. Instead, he focused on the air around him. It was calm. It was easy to handle. He could feel its cool breath on his fingertips, the slight familiarity he connected with it. He let it take his fingers, his hands, his mind. He focused.
            And then he turned.
            He threw his hands out toward the man who stood there, and air rushed from between his hands. The man was sent flying. He hit the ground and rolled backward, jumping up. The man lunged at Darius. Darius leaped to the wall and pushed his booted foot off the hard cement. His weight was sent upward. He kicked his legs into the air, pushing him in a circle, and landed behind the man.
            Darius thrust his palm into the man’s back. The man stumbled, but quickly turned with a kick. It hit Darius in the side of his face, sending him to the wall. He blocked himself from hitting the cement with his arms.
            He quickly turned, just in time to dodge what would have been a hard blow. The man’s hand connected with the wall and he cried out as something cracked loudly. Darius took the opportunity to roundhouse him in the face. Blood splattered from the man’s mouth. Darius went in with elbows. A blow to the face. A blow to the stomach. A blow to the face. A blow to the stomach.
            The man caught Darius’ arm in a block and twisted. It caused Darius to turn. The man pulled Darius against his chest and whispered in his ear.
            “Yah think yah could ever kill me, kid?” His breath was stale of alcohol and something else Darius couldn’t quite think of the name for. Blood, maybe?
            “I did it once before, didn’t I, Bolt?” Darius spat back. He hated Bolt with a passion. Bolt was a mass murderer who had recently revealed he was never actually dead.
            “No, yah din’t.” Bolt pushed him Darius away and kicked him in the back. Darius stumbled forward. Darius heard something like metal being scraped against metal. He turned quickly to see Bolt unsheathing a sword that Darius hadn’t previously seen.
            Darius grinned. Now they were getting to the good part.
            Darius put his hand inside his overcoat and took out his own sword, which was called Saviour. A faint blue hue lit the long, thing sword. Darius gripped the dark hilt and poised the sword at Bolt.
            Bolt smirked and ran at Darius. Their swords clashed, a loud sound emanating from the alley. Darius pushed against Bolt, using his body weight as well as the sword. But Bolt was stronger—he was older.
            Darius fell beneath the man’s weight. He rolled over as much as he could. He jumped up. Something slit his cheek and a burning pain racked through him. But he couldn’t think of that now.
            Darius pushed at the air and it hit Bolt. He stumbled backwards. Darius tried again. Bolt hit the wall and his sword fell. Taking the opportunity, Darius ran at him, blade held out.
            Saviour was about to find its way through Bolt’s throat when Darius’ mind flashed with a heated thought. He dropped his sword and clutched his head. There was a ringing. Like nails on a chalkboard. And they wouldn’t stop!

1 comment:

  1. WHOA! I was hooked since the beginning but the last part caught me by surprise! I suppose I figured there would be a cliffhanger. But this one was one of the more intense!
    I NEED TO FIND OUT WHAT HAPPENS! MORE PLEASE :D
    Fantastic rewrite Sam. BRILLIANT!
    Thanks for posting. (now hurry and post more)

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