Eyes of a Troll... - Chapter 18
It's a long chapter sorry x..... :S
Coming up to the end now guys... 2 more chaps and that it - maybe I'll do 3...
you'll have to wait and see
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Zayns POV
Two guards latched onto either one of my biceps and were dragging me towards the center of the arena. My hands were handcuffed together as were my feet. A chain was wrapped around my throat where another guard, walking just one step behind, threatened to pull it tighter if I ran or fought to attempt escape.
In the middle of the arena was a small jail-like cage. All four walls were metal bars that, even though far enough apart so the people crowded around it could view the inside but close enough to assure whatever monster was to be kept in there STAYED in there.
Ten or so other guards stood around the cage pointing guns straight to my face, aiming for my eyes, the two guards who had hold on me now pushed me forcing me to walk faster but the chains on my feet made this physically impossible the opened a side of the cage and forced me inside.
I crouched in the far corner hiding behind my 3 fingered hands from the crowd that bared before me their faces staring in shock and disgust towards the look of my full troll body. I saw the seats were filled to the length that they overflowed into standing at the back. The front rows consisted of what I considered my friend and loved one. My own mother sat looking straight at me her eyes showed no recollection of sadness in fact the look of hatred behind them makes me feel she might have felt better killing me herself. James and Steffi sat together further back each held a sign wielding what they thought as witty remarks about killing me and my kind but that I just found cruel. A few rows back sat Buck with a group of guys from school, Sean Kenn, Dean Withers, Michael Kelly, Jack Sanders and Joshua Fellows all sat there shouting horrid things my way. Buck was even snarling at me bearing his sharp wolf like teeth. The rest of the room filled with no only the rest of my family, friends and even my guitar teacher sat further back, but also with unknown viewers who just fancied the gore and such an event.
The guards had now switched there guns for fire lighters and I saw for the first time down at their feet were piles of fireworks all pointing towards my prison. Just as they bend down I closed my eyes the noise of the crowd roaring still rung in my ears but the sounds of fireworks exploding covered the insults for my last few milliseconds of life
I woke up gasping for air my eyes spring open and I am greeted by the welcoming site of James' family's guest bedroom.
It was 2:00 in the morning and after the relief of realizing my bad dream was just that, a bad dream. I found myself staring in the bathroom mirror, pointing out to myself every tiny flaw in my skin. My body was covered in small green splotches and patches of ruff skin. My eyes were once again black and my lips were losing there color... again.
I had finished all my bottles of potion and the rest weren't too arrived for 6 more days.
I had stayed over at James last night as this morning her dad was going to help us do a car boot sale on the outskirts of town.
"Zayn" I heard her sweet voice wake me and next felt her lips against mine "morning"
"But it's still nighttime" I say waving her away with my hand and turning onto my other side
next thing I know this huge pillow is attacking me! Hitting my head rapidly baring leaving me time to breathe
"Fine fine fine" I shriek and sit up. James, who I can see is fully dressed, sits next to me on the side of the bed
"Heard you get up in the middle of the night" she whispers as our faces move in closer together
"Yeah, bad dream" I sigh. Our faces are now close enough and I lean in to fill the remaining space between our lips "shame we weren't aloud to sleep in the same room" I say in between kissed "you could have comforted me" as start biting her bottom lip
she says nothing but jumps up from the bed and her face show annoyance...
"I get it, the greens scaring you off" I sigh and jump up from the bed myself, going over to retrieve my clothes for today from my bag.
"What green?" she turned quickly on her heels to face me "your all human for what I see" she says finally, cocking her head to the right, after giving me a full body check
"Look" I say and take off my pajama shirt revealing the multiply green spots on my back
"I see nothing" she sighed falling backwards to sit on my bed "all human" she confirms after a few more minuets
I'm determined she's just playing nice to me and not wanting to get more worried... but then again, that never stopped her before.
I walk downstairs moments later, after James Leaving and then getting dressed, to find her lifting boxes of her stuff to sell out to her dads truck.
"Your stuff already in there right?" she asks and I simply nod in reply "go get breakfast then" she smiles shaking her head towards the kitchens entrance.
After declining and breakfast off her farther we walk out to the truck where James is standing there waiting for us. Even with the heavy bags under her eyes from having to get up a 6:00 in the morning she looked beautiful to me. Her hair was messy meaning she hadn't bothered with it much today and her face was pale and clean meaning she hadn't bothered with make up either. She wore dark blue tight fitting skinny jeans with silver gladiator sandals (which I would have never known the name of, had I not been there when she brought them), then she had a plain white top on and was wrapping my jacket round her to keep warm.
"I was looking for that you know" I joke and pull the hood of my jacket up covering her eyes. She didn't reply to this but was quick to talk
"You selling your guitar!" she hisses at me flipping the hood back
"Um... yeah" I say awkwardly trying not to meet her deadly glare and turning to step in the truck.
The whole ride there was in silence though James did flash me a lot of evil looks. And once we arrived she wasn't much better.
After the car boot (which was hell, thanks to James!) I tell her dad I'll walk home throwing the remains of my stuff at the recycling center on the way. Luckily I had managed to sell my guitar for only £20 but at least that made me £20 closer towards my goal though James was horrified after telling 3 potential buyers it wouldn't go for less than sixty.
James and I don't speak for the next few days so I'm left alone to leather myself in foundation and spray tans. I don't talk to buck either so the next few days are spent with no real talk to the outside world. I dropped out of school the day after the car boot and I now work at the local supermarket stacking shelve. I ask for my payment in advance and by day 10 I have the money needed.
I'm in a rotten mood today, my potions were meant to arrive yesterday but didn't, then when I get to work I'm greeted by James blocking the employees entrance. on seeing me her face flashes though several expressions all of which have a flash of evil, hate and anger, She finally settles on a sinister smile while either eye filled with a red glow.
"James" I speak first, nodding my head in acknowledgment of her presence
"You sell your guitar, drop out from school, give up on talking to any of your friends" she forces these words out behind her gritted teeth, out from behind her sinister smile.
"Yeah" I whisper suddenly feeling very small
"Why" her face drops and the smile, which I'm guessing had been to keep her from crying or yelling, "you've throne your whole life away" her legs seem to give out as she slides down the wall to her knees.
"Well if my life keeps going like this I don't think there's much to lose" I sigh and sink down to sit by her feet
"What do you mean" her eyes now filled with tears looked up at me and I could see, she was now more venerable than ever
I think for a moment about teller her of my troll life, about how many times I've considered just giving up at letting it take over me, the withdrawal symptoms I'm feeling from the potion... but I hide all this with a simply sentence that I hoped would not only free her of tears but have us to talking, maybe kissing, frequently again "without you I have nothing" I whisper.
I meet James that day later at the school gates as last period was ending and we walked back to mine. As we entered the Garden I was welcomed by a box that had been left on my door step. I immediately grabbed it and ran inside, kicked my shoes off vigorously and sprinted up the stairs. Leaving James behind who was standing at the front door.
I go straight for my bedroom placing my desk chair under my door to act as the lock I had so desperately begged mum from as a kid then ran straight to my bed where I had thrown the box.
As soon as my hands touched the packaging again they were ripping it open. I took out a bottle and caressed it so. My hands pulled on the cork that held in the magic stuff but I couldn't get it free.
I was startled by the noise of the door handle rattling as James desperately trying to get in. my hand started shaking on the bottle and I smashed its neck down on my beds headboard to open it. I emptied its contents into my mouth not even bothering to swallow. I lick the jagged rim of the bottle praying for it to give me more potion. But when my prayers an unanswered I grab a second bottle and repeat my earlier opening technique and again pour the bottle down my throat.
By the time I'm reaching for the ninth and final drink only a mere 5 minutes as passed since entering the house. I am aware of a now panicked James rapping on my door screaming and crying but I do not, can not answer. My bodies become weak and I can barely see straight all my thoughts are towards this last bottle I hold in my sweating hands
As I drain the last drop of my final bottle my spine gives out as I fall back onto my bed. I have lost control of all my limbs and start twitching in a sudden spasm. I curl up on the bed wrapping myself in the blankets sucking at the few drops of potion that had soaked into my sheets.
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Tell me what ya think ;) xoxx
you'll have to wait and see
Comment Replies from Chapter 17:
Samantha: thank you xoxo and no I'm really not. set 2 English :P ly xoxx
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Zayns POV
Two guards latched onto either one of my biceps and were dragging me towards the center of the arena. My hands were handcuffed together as were my feet. A chain was wrapped around my throat where another guard, walking just one step behind, threatened to pull it tighter if I ran or fought to attempt escape.
In the middle of the arena was a small jail-like cage. All four walls were metal bars that, even though far enough apart so the people crowded around it could view the inside but close enough to assure whatever monster was to be kept in there STAYED in there.
Ten or so other guards stood around the cage pointing guns straight to my face, aiming for my eyes, the two guards who had hold on me now pushed me forcing me to walk faster but the chains on my feet made this physically impossible the opened a side of the cage and forced me inside.
I crouched in the far corner hiding behind my 3 fingered hands from the crowd that bared before me their faces staring in shock and disgust towards the look of my full troll body. I saw the seats were filled to the length that they overflowed into standing at the back. The front rows consisted of what I considered my friend and loved one. My own mother sat looking straight at me her eyes showed no recollection of sadness in fact the look of hatred behind them makes me feel she might have felt better killing me herself. James and Steffi sat together further back each held a sign wielding what they thought as witty remarks about killing me and my kind but that I just found cruel. A few rows back sat Buck with a group of guys from school, Sean Kenn, Dean Withers, Michael Kelly, Jack Sanders and Joshua Fellows all sat there shouting horrid things my way. Buck was even snarling at me bearing his sharp wolf like teeth. The rest of the room filled with no only the rest of my family, friends and even my guitar teacher sat further back, but also with unknown viewers who just fancied the gore and such an event.
The guards had now switched there guns for fire lighters and I saw for the first time down at their feet were piles of fireworks all pointing towards my prison. Just as they bend down I closed my eyes the noise of the crowd roaring still rung in my ears but the sounds of fireworks exploding covered the insults for my last few milliseconds of life
I woke up gasping for air my eyes spring open and I am greeted by the welcoming site of James' family's guest bedroom.
It was 2:00 in the morning and after the relief of realizing my bad dream was just that, a bad dream. I found myself staring in the bathroom mirror, pointing out to myself every tiny flaw in my skin. My body was covered in small green splotches and patches of ruff skin. My eyes were once again black and my lips were losing there color... again.
I had finished all my bottles of potion and the rest weren't too arrived for 6 more days.
I had stayed over at James last night as this morning her dad was going to help us do a car boot sale on the outskirts of town.
"Zayn" I heard her sweet voice wake me and next felt her lips against mine "morning"
"But it's still nighttime" I say waving her away with my hand and turning onto my other side
next thing I know this huge pillow is attacking me! Hitting my head rapidly baring leaving me time to breathe
"Fine fine fine" I shriek and sit up. James, who I can see is fully dressed, sits next to me on the side of the bed
"Heard you get up in the middle of the night" she whispers as our faces move in closer together
"Yeah, bad dream" I sigh. Our faces are now close enough and I lean in to fill the remaining space between our lips "shame we weren't aloud to sleep in the same room" I say in between kissed "you could have comforted me" as start biting her bottom lip
she says nothing but jumps up from the bed and her face show annoyance...
"I get it, the greens scaring you off" I sigh and jump up from the bed myself, going over to retrieve my clothes for today from my bag.
"What green?" she turned quickly on her heels to face me "your all human for what I see" she says finally, cocking her head to the right, after giving me a full body check
"Look" I say and take off my pajama shirt revealing the multiply green spots on my back
"I see nothing" she sighed falling backwards to sit on my bed "all human" she confirms after a few more minuets
I'm determined she's just playing nice to me and not wanting to get more worried... but then again, that never stopped her before.
I walk downstairs moments later, after James Leaving and then getting dressed, to find her lifting boxes of her stuff to sell out to her dads truck.
"Your stuff already in there right?" she asks and I simply nod in reply "go get breakfast then" she smiles shaking her head towards the kitchens entrance.
After declining and breakfast off her farther we walk out to the truck where James is standing there waiting for us. Even with the heavy bags under her eyes from having to get up a 6:00 in the morning she looked beautiful to me. Her hair was messy meaning she hadn't bothered with it much today and her face was pale and clean meaning she hadn't bothered with make up either. She wore dark blue tight fitting skinny jeans with silver gladiator sandals (which I would have never known the name of, had I not been there when she brought them), then she had a plain white top on and was wrapping my jacket round her to keep warm.
"I was looking for that you know" I joke and pull the hood of my jacket up covering her eyes. She didn't reply to this but was quick to talk
"You selling your guitar!" she hisses at me flipping the hood back
"Um... yeah" I say awkwardly trying not to meet her deadly glare and turning to step in the truck.
The whole ride there was in silence though James did flash me a lot of evil looks. And once we arrived she wasn't much better.
After the car boot (which was hell, thanks to James!) I tell her dad I'll walk home throwing the remains of my stuff at the recycling center on the way. Luckily I had managed to sell my guitar for only £20 but at least that made me £20 closer towards my goal though James was horrified after telling 3 potential buyers it wouldn't go for less than sixty.
James and I don't speak for the next few days so I'm left alone to leather myself in foundation and spray tans. I don't talk to buck either so the next few days are spent with no real talk to the outside world. I dropped out of school the day after the car boot and I now work at the local supermarket stacking shelve. I ask for my payment in advance and by day 10 I have the money needed.
I'm in a rotten mood today, my potions were meant to arrive yesterday but didn't, then when I get to work I'm greeted by James blocking the employees entrance. on seeing me her face flashes though several expressions all of which have a flash of evil, hate and anger, She finally settles on a sinister smile while either eye filled with a red glow.
"James" I speak first, nodding my head in acknowledgment of her presence
"You sell your guitar, drop out from school, give up on talking to any of your friends" she forces these words out behind her gritted teeth, out from behind her sinister smile.
"Yeah" I whisper suddenly feeling very small
"Why" her face drops and the smile, which I'm guessing had been to keep her from crying or yelling, "you've throne your whole life away" her legs seem to give out as she slides down the wall to her knees.
"Well if my life keeps going like this I don't think there's much to lose" I sigh and sink down to sit by her feet
"What do you mean" her eyes now filled with tears looked up at me and I could see, she was now more venerable than ever
I think for a moment about teller her of my troll life, about how many times I've considered just giving up at letting it take over me, the withdrawal symptoms I'm feeling from the potion... but I hide all this with a simply sentence that I hoped would not only free her of tears but have us to talking, maybe kissing, frequently again "without you I have nothing" I whisper.
I meet James that day later at the school gates as last period was ending and we walked back to mine. As we entered the Garden I was welcomed by a box that had been left on my door step. I immediately grabbed it and ran inside, kicked my shoes off vigorously and sprinted up the stairs. Leaving James behind who was standing at the front door.
I go straight for my bedroom placing my desk chair under my door to act as the lock I had so desperately begged mum from as a kid then ran straight to my bed where I had thrown the box.
As soon as my hands touched the packaging again they were ripping it open. I took out a bottle and caressed it so. My hands pulled on the cork that held in the magic stuff but I couldn't get it free.
I was startled by the noise of the door handle rattling as James desperately trying to get in. my hand started shaking on the bottle and I smashed its neck down on my beds headboard to open it. I emptied its contents into my mouth not even bothering to swallow. I lick the jagged rim of the bottle praying for it to give me more potion. But when my prayers an unanswered I grab a second bottle and repeat my earlier opening technique and again pour the bottle down my throat.
By the time I'm reaching for the ninth and final drink only a mere 5 minutes as passed since entering the house. I am aware of a now panicked James rapping on my door screaming and crying but I do not, can not answer. My bodies become weak and I can barely see straight all my thoughts are towards this last bottle I hold in my sweating hands
As I drain the last drop of my final bottle my spine gives out as I fall back onto my bed. I have lost control of all my limbs and start twitching in a sudden spasm. I curl up on the bed wrapping myself in the blankets sucking at the few drops of potion that had soaked into my sheets.
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