untitled chapter 2 - Writers Forum

wis3on3 · 10-18-2006, 10:11 AM

“Master?” asked the demon. “You seem troubled.”
“I was just thinking,” Ryan replied.
“What about?”
“How did you get into that coin?”
“Oh, that. Are you sure you want to know?” asked the demon, his voice sounding worried.
“Yes, how did you get in the coin?”
“Well, I suppose seen as I am now your demon you should know.
It happened a long time ago. You see, we demons are owned by those who seem worthy.”
“I’m worthy?”
“Yes, now please, don’t interrupt me.
I was owned by a young man about your age. He was in a fight with another teenager with a demon. A girl, Sarah I think her name was.
The two were on the spot where you found my coin. They were very evenly matched, but the girl was a little quicker. My boy was defeated and so, I was put into the coin until someone worthy came along.”
“Me,” said Ryan.
“Yes. You see, we are destined to wait until someone worthy comes along. Sometimes we wait a few days, sometimes and few centuries. It depends on how long it takes for our new owner to drop blood on us.”
“How long did you have to wait?”
“About 162 years, give or take a few years.”

Ryan’s eyes went back to their normal light blue colour and Ryan got up from his bedroom floor. “Where are we going master?”
“Somewhere,” the teenager replied. He was wearing a dark blue hoodie and black jeans. He had his hood up, hiding his face in shadow, his eyes hidden completely. Ryan left his room and the aroma of freshly baked bread filled the air. Ryan’s mum liked to bake bread, biscuits and muffins. She had no real reason, she just did it for the way of it.
“Mmm,” said Ryan and his demon. Ryan walked out of the house and down the road. Ryan walked into a shop and picked up a packet of fruit pastilles and a can of diet coke.
“That’ll be eighty pence,” said the old man at the counter.
Ryan took a one-pound coin from his pocket and put it in front of the man. Ryan’s eyes glowed. “Keep the change,” he said.
Ryan left the shop and the gentle ting of the bell soothed him. “I like coke, do you?” Ryan asked.
“Yes, I have grown used to it, seen as you drink a lot of it.” The two laughed. Ryan opened the packet of fruit pastilles.
“Ugh,” he moaned. “I hate the yellow ones.” He threw it away and ate the red one beneath.

Once Ryan had finished eating he opened the drink. He sipped it and bubbles went up his nose. “I hate it when that happens,” said the demon.
Ryan drank his coke slowly and crushed the can when he was finished. “Let us go,” said Ryan. “We still have time before lunch.”
He got up and walked to the park. The park was full of trees, and the sound of laughter filled the two with joy. He entered and walked beside the river until he reached the bridge.
He stopped on the bridge and looked own at the ducks. “Sorry,” said Ryan. “We don’t have any bread.”
“I thought you didn’t like these sorts of thing,” said the demon.
“There is a lot about me you don’t know,” replied Ryan. “I like to come here when you are, uh, what do you do when you’re not with me?”
“I sleep. I sleep when you're awake so I can defend you when you’re asleep.”
“ Who’d hurt me when I’m sleeping?”
“Not who. What.”
“What do you mean?”
“There are many things hat you humans do not know of. Things that feed on people. Some feed on human blood, some feed on fear, some feed on love.”
“We know about vampires, but what can feed on love?”
“Cupid.”
“CUPID!? He makes love, he doesn’t eat it!”
“He does both. Didn’t you ever wonder why he makes love in the first place? He makes it to eat it.”
“Right, so cupid eats love.”
“Yes.”
Ryan stared blankly at the pond. “So cupid EATS love?”
“Yes, is it time to go home yet?”
“Oh yeah, c’mon, lets go.”

“So what feeds on fear?” asked Ryan as he sat on his bed.
“Demons,” replied the demon.
“Wait, so why aren’t you feeding on my fear?”
“No, we… we feed on the fear of who our masters…”
“Scare?”
“Yes, like when we frightened those guys yesterday. I was feeding on their fear. You were doing all the work, I just spoke and ate.”
“Right, what else feeds on fear?”
“Dogs, you know, those things you humans call ‘man’s best friend’.”
“Dogs? Wow, I always thought they were trying to say hi.”
“No. You may not think it but those things are the beginning of a demon. Once a dog dies, it becomes a demon, cats do too, but very rarely.”
“And angels?”
“People of course. People become either devils or angels.”
“Aren’t devils and demons the same thing?”
“Nope. Demons come from dogs, and cats. Devils are smaller and come from people.”
“Were you a dog or a cat?”
“A cat.”
“That explains why you hate dogs,” muttered Ryan.
“What?”
“Nothing.”

hypercool4life · 10-25-2006, 05:26 AM

Not a bad piece of writing, but i'm getting rather tired of the 'teenage magician' cliche (which i'm guilty of). But some of your ideas, though they are not particularly original, had quite an interesting twist to it.