AJ AJ .w.

Infernal stuffies .a.

xDD heheh my worldboss documentation just passed 20 in TERA, tho i have seen more but sadly i didnt document them :a:.
Anyways some sketches from InfernaL .w. well only 2 xD they are some ideas for the new Elliot or Eion that his name will be o.o
I hope i didnt fail to much with the tech stuff xDD thats what i imagined when someone said that .p.
;a; i wonder if Eion will be the same when he doesnt have glasses in the first act of InfernaL

Some old shitty work !!! ITS LONG!!!

If anyone... even have the energy to read this story i made xDD... 1 year ago

Carnival

Chapter 1

At the abandoned and timeworn fairground on the other side of the town, it is said that a pure white clothed girl with a pitch black umbrella wanderers around and haunts people that come too close. Some even say that she is missing one of her eyes and is asking people who can see her for where it could be. Every day in the middle of the night she walks up on the big stage and begins to sing at an old festival song all alone and you can hear music playing without any musicians. If you are lucky you just might not die when the first note is played. GOOD LUCK.

That’s what I heard in the classroom for three weeks ago because some of the girls began to chit chat about it. Weirdly enough I can’t let that uneasy thought about it go away from my mind. Maybe because that stupid talk that has been going around at the first graders place, that one of the girls, Brooke, had disappeared as she went to the fairground for a test of courage all alone. Just to come back and rejecting everyone, even her closest friends. Well that’s kind of true because that included me but it would never be because of the fairground. But just maybe, only maybe some things of the myth about the deserted fairground were true.

Because one of the myths says that if you enter the fairground alone, you will be alone forever. But none really knew until Brooke came back. Sometimes I wonder how all these things, legends, myths, supernatural power you name it, how they actually came to be printed into books and be told all over the world. Things like that don’t exist in the nature or been confirmed by science… right?

My thoughts were interrupted by Ace’s annoyingly high voice. “Hey Luke, do you want come with us to the abandoned fairground this weekend?” He has been a real bother to me lately, he and his big no that’s not the word for it, huge ego is better to describe him. He’s an idiot who only thinks about his status in the class and how to harass others.

 Ace and two of his “girlfriends” were standing beside me staring at what I had sketched in my notebook. I lowered my head against the bench using my arms as pillows and my long brown bangs to hide the most of my expression. They don’t need to see it they are not worth it…

“Why do I have to come with you, why don’t you ask someone else?” I mumbled to him. “Oh maybe you are scared of what happened to Brooke, well well we won’t go alone like that stupid girl anyways?” He said provoking and began to laugh as he saw my expression freeze when the name Brooke came falling out from his mouth. A strange but strong feeling of hatred came flowing up through me.

I can’t forget the pale and cold stare I got from Brooke as she walked past me the day she came back to school after being absent for three days. Before she went to the fairground she always had a peaceful and cheerful smile on her lips. Now she doesn’t even care about going to school or talk to anyone anymore.

“I’m not scared… It’s just that…” I went silent and kept my head down on my arms. I didn’t have any words in my head to say how I felt, at least not to him.

“So you don’t want to know why that happened to her.” Ace said. Of course I want to know; I said furiously to myself, why wouldn’t I... She is my childhood friend…  I raised my head and met Ace’s glare and answered him: “Sure then I’ll come with you, but only because I want to know the truth, nothing else.”

 “Then it’s decided, let’s meet outside the fairground at 2 AM on Saturday, the one who comes late must take the lead through the grounds.” Ace said proudly. As he left my side I raised my head away from my notebook. I don’t know why but since Brooke came back like that I have drawn this girl continuously for no reason at all. In a snow white dress and long blonde hair, maybe this just was to vent my feelings of how lonely I am after Brooke became like that…  It looked like a dream girl that never would exist.

 

This decision to go and search for an answer is something that I would later come to regret that I had done. If I said no that time maybe it wouldn’t have happen to anyone of us.

The next few days all Ace was talking about was the fairground being all friendly and stuff. The first day all I thought about it was how annoying it was. I came to understand that he’s an occult freak but he told me all sorts of stuff about it even making it interesting, well only after 2 days of continually useless talk. He told me what kind of place the fairground had been before it was abandoned witch fascinated me. Once in a time the fairground was the liveliest place for the inhabitants of this town. Children always ran around and played with the rides. How could such a popular place just become abandoned like that…? That question dominated my thoughts on the day before the time had come for us to visit the fairground.

It was the end of the last class for the day and I picked up my bag from my chair’s back and headed for the door to exit the classroom. In the door opening I was met by one of the school gang’s members who blocked my way. He was talking to some others and was facing his back against me.

“Could you please move for a sec?” I calmly asked the guy who stood in my way. He was almost a head taller than me so he could look down on me and he really did.

“You want me to move you say, brat?” his voice was really dark and sounded kind of threatening.

“Yes…” I said looking down into the floor; I really want to avoid fighting these guys.

 “Well then I’ll move.” He smirked. As he moved away from the opening and I walked past him I suddenly felt a foot pushing me on my back. I tumbled towards the floor and landed with my whole body weight on my right arm and hit my head in the cold floor. My head and arm screamed of pain from the fall.

“Ouups it wasn’t meant to hit you!” the guy said sarcastically while the others laughed loud. Slowly I rose again and threw a glare at the guy. Hatred flew through my veins again.

“Really I don’t think so!” I didn’t say more before delivering a fist in his face. He mustn’t have planned that I would hit him like that. Many don’t know that I have been practicing boxing for my whole life but quitted last year, the cause was of extreme stress and pressure from school. He fell down by the sheer force of my fist. I grabbed my bag which was lying on the floor and walked away.

“Don’t mess with me I’m not a weak little brat just so you know.” I said to the speechless crowd watching the drama.

People stared at me when I came walking down the corridor, they could stare all they wanted because he started it. When I opened the last door and felt the early summer wind hit me I heard him shout and curse me from a distance.

The walk home was horrible, my ears wouldn’t stop ringing. I even was at the brick of passing out sometimes; seriously I must really have hit my head hard back then. People glared suspiciously at me when I came wobbling down the pavement holding my hand over my face. Maybe they thought I was drunk or something, who knows, I don’t know what goes on in others people’s minds. Well I didn’t care about that, the only thing I wanted now was to come home and rest. I passed fully blooming apple trees, flowers that only grew at this time of the year, familiar houses and people.

 It was early summer; well May if that counts... Finally I could see my house from a distance, the ringing had still not let go of my hearing. The last 5 meters to it must have been the most painful ones in my whole life. And even better the bright yellow color of my house’s walls blinded my now sore eyes. I went up the 3 steps that the granite stairs had and pulled down the rusted handle. In the door opening I was met by my grey tabby cat who was sitting on the inherited oak wardrobe in the hallway, it meowed slightly at my arrival. All I did was to say I’m home and climbed the last steps up to my small room on the second floor.

 

Once the last steps of the stair were over I headed towards my room in the end of the hallway. As I stepped inside I started to feel dizzy. My image of the world was now twisted and blurry. Stumbling around I found it hard to find my bed that I know is in the right corner of my room. Even through my vision was weird I found and felt the cold blanket against my shaking hand. My body fell down on the bed unmovable and stiff but at least the ringing noise stopped. Instead I heard a voice saying:

”You won’t ever be able to go to that place again.” By a voice with a Walsh accent. Then I suddenly felt really tired and my eyelids closed by them self, before I had any time to react to what was happening to me, I was in a deep slumber. The last thing I heard was the dull sound of a clock ticking and a child’s laughter from the garden outside my open window.

In my dream world I saw a blonde girl running around in front of a Merry-go-round, singing an almost soundless song. Instantly I recognized her; it was the girl that I had been sketching the last 2 weeks. I watched her closely she looked to have fun, but how could she have fun in a pitch black world with only a Merry-go-round and a Ferris wheel standing on a monochrome colored checkerboard going on as far as the eye could see. She had a knee long, laced and frilly snow white dress on her; it could have been an exact copy of my drawing. As I came closer I saw her small hat on the right side of her long, pigtailed blonde hair. I thought this is a really peaceful song where did she learn that one. Suddenly she stopped singing, as if she could hear my thoughts, fell down on her knees, and by a pure reflex I ran to her side.

“Hey, are you alright?” I asked the girl, I think I was panting a little. I bent down and touched her small shoulders, they were freezing. Cold? How could anything be cold in a dream…? While I distanced myself from her she started to sob.

“Hey” I said… “What are you cry for?” But she still didn’t answer me only continue to sob, holding her head against her thin long pale almost white legs while hiding her face from me. I felt a little uncomfortable with this situation.

 “Tick, Tock, Tick, Tock… I’m waiting once again for my beloved one to come back and take me home” the girl said who still held her face down against her knees. By the sudden answer I jumped backwards in surprise.

“Are YOU the one I’m waiting for?” she said as her head slowly rose and turned towards me. I blushed as our gazes met, her beautiful face and large ice blue eyes was looking right into mine. They mesmerized me they almost made my heart break from my heavy heartbeats. It was so petite and almost white it was like that the only part of her that had any color was her cheeks, a shade of bright red. Before I knew it my vision was locked at her eye patch over the right eye. I remembered the myth about the fairground, a girl with white clothes, singing, a missing eye… My mouth opened by itself:

 “Are you the girl from the fairground at the other side of the town? And what do you mean by if I’m the one you’re waiting for? How could I be that one and this is a dream anyway right?” my voice must have sounded confused as I talked to the girl in front of me.

“The fairground, do you mean this one?” she pointed at the huge now brightly shining Ferris wheel.

 “Well not exactly…” How could I think such thoughts, this is just a dream.

“My name is Cecil, yours?” she smiled a little.

“Erhm I’m Luke.” I said nervously. She started to giggle as I said my name. “What’s so funny?” I asked the girl who now was laughing.

“You see, our names are the same, Luke and Cecil both mean light. I never thought that I would meet anyone with the same name as me” she laughed.

 

“It’s not the same you know…” I said, pretty unsure of what to actually say.

She radiated such a mysterious feeling, it felt almost horrifying and threatening… But at the same time I was astonished that this girl who was crying for a little while ago now laughed and talked naturally with me. As she continued to talk I heard a loud crack witch caught my attention.

“Hey Cecil what was that, that loud sound just a second ago?” I said interrupting her talking. Her expression froze. “It’s time for me to go then, it’s getting late.” She actually looked quite sad as she rose up from the place she fell down for a time ago. 

“One last thing before I go.” She said.

“Sure what is it?” I must have forgotten the thoughts about the fairground myth. She walked closer to me, took my hand and leaned her face against its palm. I could my feel my face burning up, bright red.

“I have always wanted to do something like this. Your hand is warm something that mine never will be.” She took a deep breath and blew out an ice cold air puff on my hand.

“Think this as a gift from me. Good bye for now” She slowly took away her cheek from me. A silver cross materialized from nowhere and was now lying in the palm of my shaking hand. I looked down with a stunned gaze at the cross.

“Cec…” She was now right beside me and whispered in my ear.

“Don’t go today it will only hurt you even more than if you stay…” I just closed my eyes for a moment and then I was back in my bed as I was before. The only thing I could think about as I laid there was about the shining silver cross I had in my hand.

“What the heck did just happen…?”

The clock was now 9PM; I had slept for 5 hours. I texted Ace, cause I actually got his number, that I wouldn’t come to the fairground this time. Of course he went furious because I broke the promise I made to him. Well he said that he would go anyway even if I didn’t come and be with the two girls that would have accompanied us. I felt that this was the best decision to make for the time being. What did actually happen while I was asleep…? Who was that girl Cecil, why do I still have the cross that she gave to me in my DREAM. Why do I keep feeling this uneasiness, is it fear? But most importantly WHY does she look like the girl in my drawings? Questions overflowed my mind. I heard that someone knocking on the door. I said

“Come in…” My mum stood in the door opening.

“Aren’t you going to go with Ace as you decided?” she said.

“No I don’t know why but I don’t want to go there all of the sudden.” I answered with my gaze fixed at the silver cross. My hand clenched tight around it as if it was a really important treasure to me.

“Well it’s your decision in the end anyways. I’m going to sleep now go and take a shower and change your clothes.” She said with a little disappointed tone and walked away.

 “God I must have gone crazy… I doubt anyone will ever believe if I tell them what just happened to me.” I said to myself. 

I got up from my messy bed and walked towards the main bathroom on the opposite side of my small room. Our bathroom is just any other, white and boring. White…

“Cecil…” I undressed, put my clothes in the laundry basket, turned on the water for the shower and stepped inside. The warm water seemed to wash away my thoughts about Cecil; it made my mind go blank. I must have been standing there in at least 15 minutes only letting the clear water drops hit my skin. My hand reached out and turned the handle for the water making it stop drizzling on me.  I shook my short brown hair back and forward leaving small dots of water on the white walls. Tugged down my towel from the highest shelf and dressed for the night. Before I walked out of the room I wiped of the mist from the mirrors as I usually do and looked at myself.

 I look like I always have done these years, 17 years that’s how long I have lived yet it feels so much shorter. Maybe it’s because I have no memories before my ninth birthday, even through my parents say what I have done before that time I don’t remember a thing at all. I know that they told me once that I fell and hit my head really hard and had to be driven to hospital to check if I had any damage to my brain. Well they said that I hadn’t suffered any “permanent” damage, just a slight concussion.

Now my dad and mom live separated, she lives with me while he is living in Germany with another woman. Recently I got a letter telling that I have a half sibling over there, a sister. I took a deep breath and walked towards the door closed it and left with soundless steps over the birch floor. I threw myself into my bed and pulled the warm blanket over my body I felt really drowsy even though I had slept a lot so my eyelids closed easily making me fall asleep again. That night I was dreamless. 

A sunray hit my face making me wake up; I rose, yawned loudly, threw a glance at the alarm clock and got out of the bed as usual… My steps felt awfully light as I walked down the stairs and stumbled into the kitchen to see if mum were awake. I was met by a familiar scent, she stood there frying pancakes I said good morning and seated myself on a chair near the window. The suns shone brightly outside making me just want to bathe in sunshine. Weirdly enough this was the first time I actually wanted to go outside by my free will. I have never even liked the sun, because I easily get heat stroke and sunburns.

 I snapped out of my thoughts and took a pancake on a plate and ate it hasty so I could go to school earlier. Hurrying up the stairs to change and brush my teeth only to come down just as fast dressed and done.

“I’ll go now” I said to my half deaf mum. She didn’t answer but I didn’t care about that. I stepped outside and began to run down the street without stopping. Everything just passed me in a rush it was like my legs never had been lighter. Before I knew it I stood at the gates in the school. It was completely empty not even the teachers had come yet. I just stood there letting the fresh morning wind peacefully blow my hair from side to side while I walked towards the school’s main doors. They were still locked when I tried to pull down the freezing handle.

The schools great tree stand in the middle of the yard I walked towards it and seated myself against its trunk with my legs crossed. My school looked pretty big from over here even through it isn’t. I closed my eyes and listened to the soundtrack of the nature. But amidst all the chirping and buzzing I heard a church bell. First I thought that it was just my imagination because there aren’t any churches around this area but it got louder each second that passed. I opened my eyes which had been closed just to see that the school was gone and replaced with a golden giant cathedral.

My heartbeat got faster and my eyes widened in fear. It was like a cemetery, crosses all over the place a stench of death and dry blood. The great tree I was leaning against was now totally dead with no sight of any leaves for years. My mind where overflowed by unfamiliar sights and buildings. Then I heard a voice calling out my name. It came from the top of the tree and there I saw the girl in my dream, Cecil Saber, looking down on me with her long blonde hair hanging down from one of the branches.

 

“Hey it’s you again, Luke was it right?” she said giggling. She jumped down gracefully and landed in front of me without a sound. “Oh? You are wearing the cross I gave you; I thought you would be too scared to put it on after all that.” She said as her hand was raised towards my cheek, touching it gently. It felt like I couldn’t talk as if I had lost my voice when she touched me like that.

“Cecil…” that was the only thing I could get my mouth to speak out in an understandable language. She laughed at how embarrassed I became. “Well it’s time for me to go again it seems that I’m not welcomed here.” I closed my eyes for a second like in the dream and I was back in my own world again.

A female student tapped my shoulder asking what was wrong she thought I was in pain or something. I answered that it wasn’t anything important and picked up my cell phone looking at the clock. It hasn’t even gone 1 minute since there stood a church in front of me reeking of death. It looked like a teacher had come while I was in a daze and at the same time some students too.