The Dragon Was Crystal(My new name for "The Pope was Crystal"), So far:
Chapter 1
Part 1
Date:3/24/12
A strange, violet-haired girl wearing a striped shirt with long, plain sleeves and black pants sat in the well-light small cafe where hipsters usually go, drinking cappuccino. Her pale blue eyes, while strange, didn’t seem unusual compared to the hair. It was done in a ponytail.
She put on some glasses. The violet haired girl muttered some random line from one of those old Kaiju films that she watches sometimes. Man, those things are great, she thought to herself, or at least in an ironic, cheesy way. The violet-haired girl then got a call from her friend, Vesla.
“Hey, Veronica, is your day off?”said Vesla, in a cheerful voice.
Veronica, the violet-haired girl, replied, “Yeah. So, what do you want to do with me?”
Vesla answered, “have a sleepover at my house. My parents are out. I think that would be fun.”
Veronica replied with, “That would be great!”
Veronica had always been good friends with Vesla. She had many sleepovers at her house, all of which involve playing video games, eating candy, and trying new things and (probably) failing at them.
Veronica leaves the Cafe, and gets a bus to Vesla’s neighborhood. she takes a seat, and puts on her headphones. Next, she plays her audio book for 80 Days Around the World. Before the bus got to the location, she had listened from the fourteenth chapter to the fifteenth chapter.
Veronica walked out. It was bright out. The grass was still green, the sidewalk was not entirely swept clear of the autumn leaves, and the trees were dressed in red, orange, and yellow. Veronica walked down the street calmly, the only sound being the occasional whiz of cars passing by, the singing of birds, and the crunch of dead leaves.
Crunch, crunch, crunch.
She walked on the street, down to her friends house quietly humming the tune of the show “Doctor Who” while fiddling with her fingers. She arrived at the house. She opened the door to find Vesla, who made Veronica look normal.
The main reason Vesla was weird was that she wasn’t a human. She had pointed ears, reptilian eyes the same color as Veronica’s hair, a tail, two slit-like nostrils instead of a normal nose, mossy green hair, and golden-toned skin. She had twin strands of hair with two Z-shaped rings in them. Her bangs stood out well. She was wearing cargo pants, a pink turtleneck, a denim jacket, and blue sneakers.
“Looking nice, Vesla!” said Veronica in a cheery tone.
“You too!” responded Vesla. “Come on inside!”
They went inside. Vesla removed her jacket and sneakers. First, they worked on their paper. Next, they watched some Let’s Plays (videos people post on the internet where they play games while providing amusing commentary).Then, Veronica had cheese pizza with Italian soda and Velsa ate an entire jarful of peanut butter. Finally, the two girls went to Vesla’s room to talk about what had happened to each in the recent days.
Velsa closed the door behind them before saying, “So, let’s recap our past week.”
Veronica said, “Monday: breakfast, we were assigned a paper on Josef Stalin, Martha Swallow stepped on your tail, started on Parabolas, learned about Dinosaurs, lunch, Martha Swallow put a nail on the bottom of the french teacher’s chair and blamed it on us as a prank, we heard Martha Swallow was dating that really muscular, attractive guy who was also an idiotic jerk who stalked her because he found her attractive, dinner, I lost access to my Tumblr account, and sleep.Tuesday: Breakfast, Martha Swallow’s new boyfriend beat up Jeff because he looked like a nerd for her entertainment, we-”
Vesla then stated, “let’s stop talking about this, alright? I think I remember the rest. Man, this week was awful. I mean, why do they do this stuff?”
“Maybe because they are just plain jerks? I mean, that part is obvious enough.”
“Your right. Also, what’s your thoughts on Jeff?”
“I like Jeff. He’s cute, in the vulnerable, nice way which I appreciate. I mean, I’m sorry, but I don’t like the ‘Big Hulking Brute with Muscles” appeal. It just always seemed so...shallow. Like, he’s attractive and all, but he’s also a mean, vile jerk. Do you know what I mean?” Vesla was silent for a while before answering.
“Yes. I do.”
Veronica sat there for a while, before saying, “why are we talking about this stuff? It’s boring and soppily romantic, something mens believe we would do all the time. Let’s do something fun.” Vesla agreed, and put on the song Crying Lightning by the Arctic Monkeys. They then had a pillow fight for the next several minutes.
Part 2
Date:4/1/12
It was 3:00 pm. A young teenage boy wearing a t-shirt and cargo pants sat across from a formal looking man dressed in a plain red suit with blue tie. He wore yellow spectacles. Thee teenager had short, brown hair with green eyes.
The room was a ghastly yellow, and the floors were wood, which is usually nice, when it isn’t half rotten.
“So,” said the man in the red suit, “Let me understand, Mr Greyille: You are, a werewolf?”
The boy said, “not exactly, as a don’t transform into a wolf at full moon. More or less, I become, between 8:00 pm and 8:00 am, instead of an awesome, actual wolf, an anthropomorphic wolf. What can be lamer than that?”
The man answered, “I know this might be stressful upon your brain, but I don’t think I can help you. Just, try to ignore it.”
The boy responded, “Yes, well, this already is starting to make my life suck. I’ve been called bad things when people on my vlog first saw it. And I really can’t do much about it, since I don't think there is a cure to this.”
The man said clearly, “ignore them, then. They will probably get some low-down job as a bureaucrat or, even worse, reality TV contestant, the lowest form of being.”
The boy said, “thanks. Bye the way, my first name is Jason.”
The man told the boy, “well, Jason, you have nothing to worry about. Now, be off!”
Jason walked down the streets, and went to a bus stop. He waited a few hours. A bus came by, he comes in. Routine.
After arriving at his house, he tries to do his homework. It is, in every sense of the word, dull. He turns on the news, and at that point, heard a story that made him stop doing homework. It was about a woman who came home and then died. One hour later, she came back alive and attacked her husband, who escaped from her and locked the door, but was bitten. The man was carried into a hospital.
Jason stood up from his desk, and went to the garage, where he found an ice pick. He duct taped it to the end of the hunting rifle he owned since he was twelve. Then he got on some tight clothes. He sat in his bedroom, with the radio on the news. This would be a long day.
Part 3
Date:3/1/12
A man plainly dressed in black business clothes, carrying a mug of coffee, was on wrong side of a street in a city up in the northeast of the country. It was busy and crowded with many people, taxis, buses, and other vehicles.
The man was not overly spectacular-looking:He was 30 years old; 5 feet and 8 inches tall; short, neat, brown hair and regular hazel eyes.
He decided to cross the street.
Then, a car thundered toward him. He had no chance.
Well, except that the car didn’t hit him, instead narrowly missing him and causing coffee to spill all over his shirt. He muttered,“anti-pedestrian bastard.”
The man walked down the street, into his office building. He bumped into the co-worker.
The co-worker said, “hello, Mason.”
The ordinary-looking man replied,”hello, James.”
They stood in front of each other for a few minutes in an awkward silence. James had long, stringy, blonde hair. He had shifty, green eyes. He was six-feet tall and quite gangly. His nose was long and crooked. He had an annoying chin-strap beard that hangs down, as well as large muttonchops. His eyebrows formed into a single unibrow. His face had several acne scars on it.
Mason found his appearance repugnant, but didn’t mention it, as that would be rude. He then says, awkwardly,”Goodbye, James.” Mason walked into the building.
Mason sighed. A plain, boring, grey lobby. He walked into the elevator and went to the top floor to his cubicle.
The day past on without incident, pressing buttons on the computer, doing a boring job of repetition. Yawn.
At 5:00 pm, he left the office for his current home, an apartment space he had rented. He would have to move from there. He really didn’t make enough money to get a permanent home.
However, when he was outside the building, Mason encountered someone in his way.
Part 4
Date:5/2/99
In a country far to the East, far up North, an ocean and sea away, and a titan in size, in the capital city of this place, is a man. This man has fair, short hair, dark eyes, and pale, indeed, almost white, skin. This appearance is common among the people who live in this country, which recently underwent a massive political change little more than 7 years ago. The time was 8:30, at night.
The man was armed with a switchblade and handgun that was a product of the passed politics. He was a thief, and he knew that there was street dogs in this place and that it was dangerous to wait around. Also, the police could come.
He looked at the building. It was just a gas station made by an American Company; he had nothing to worry about. He had dealt with higher security in the past, and this would not be a problem for him.
The thief saw the camera. He could deal with this “problem” easily. A quick swipe of his hand later, the lense of the camera is shattered, as well as any other bits made out of crystals. The clerk is startled by this, giving the thief enough time to quietly open the door and hide behind an aisle. The man waited. He heard a voice say something that would roughly translate into English, “how did that happen? No one would be able to reach that place.”
The thief, went prone and crawled over to the counter. He went into a sitting position. Facing him was a box of beer bottles. The thief waved his hand again. The bottles exploded. The clerk ran over to the bottles. Meanwhile, the thief stole money from the cash register and left the building, into the streets.
He ran for a long while before stopping. His heart was pounding as he shattered the window of a car with his ability, unlocked the door, and got in. Then he started the car, and drove off to somewhere else.
Chapter 2
Part 1
Date:3/24/12
The two girls were tired out after the short duel with pillows. Both lay on the bed, smiling like complete idiots. Vesla said, “how are you doing?”
Veronica replied, “Alright. You?”
Vesla answered, “fine.”
But things were not fine, or at least, until a few minutes later. Because, after a short while, the light turned off in the room. Veronica and Vesla both got up. They heard a noise like hissing. Veronica was scared, but Vesla opened a drawer, and got out a scabbard, which held a sword. She then wore the scabbard and took out the weapon. She then said, “move back. I’ll handle this.” Veronica quickly ran behind the bed and crouched low. Vesla slowly opened the door, and then closed it again. For a while, it was quiet except for the hissing and footsteps.
Then, Veronica heard what sound like an animal hitting the ground, a scream, the noise of a blade going through wet flesh, and then a slow, pathetic gurgle. Veronica then heard footsteps come closer. What would come out? Was Vesla alright?
After a few seconds, Vesla came out. While her sword was coated in some sort of black liquid, she wasn’t harmed herself. She said, “something or someone is hunting us. We need to prepare.”
Veronica then said, “what was that thing?”
Vesla replied, “that was just a scout. There’s going to be more. Anyway, we better get acquainted with are enemy. We are going to exam that body.”
Part 2
Date:4/1/12
Jason had been waiting for hours before he got news useful to him. He had unloaded his weapon and put it somewhere where it wouldn’t be a danger to him, since it could fire off. After hearing about the pope giving money to some church, a baseball game, and a cruise ship coming to Malaysia, he heard the man who was bitten had died.
Jason grabbed his weapon, opened his bedroom door, went through the front door of his house, strapped his rifle to his back with duct tape, got on his backpack with scissors, ammunition, and other things he would need, and then rode off to the hospital on his bike.
There was a duty to be done, and he knew that. If he waited too long, the morgue would be checked in the morning, and they would find the corpses disturbed, and the bitten man would infect the nearest individual, and then keep on doing it.If he arrived there, however, he would not know if they would let him in or, for that matter, find his idea good or just a lie for some mass murder.
He thought, today, I shall make sure it ends before it begins. Today, I shall defeat this creature.
What Jason Greyille didn’t realize is that the body wasn’t the only sample of the virus in the hospital. The other was in a lab.
In this lab, there is a tissue sample of him, infected with the virus. This virus is being transferred into rats, which will develop symptoms similar to what the man had. And in the lab, an assistant had accidentally left a cage open.
There is one more thing you need to know: rats develop the symptoms quicker.
Part 3
Date:3/1/12
Mason stopped walking. The man in front of him was dressed in a suit that was black except for the dress shirt, which was white. He was bald. The one odd thing about him was that something was obviously on his eyes. Something that was almost completely clear, except for various shapes on them. They were too small to make out, however, so Mason decided to stop concentrating on them. The suited man looked at Mason for a few seconds.
He then pulled out a .50 caliber handgun, and aimed it at Masons heart. Then, he pulled the trigger.
Part 4
Date:5/7/99
“So, how many years has it been since the incident?”
“Fifteen. I had been in for one year. You, eight.”
“You still look almost the same as you did back then. You haven’t really aged at all.”
“Neither has he. You look not that bad either though, Abram.”
Two men were sitting in front of each other in a small, bar. One was the thief with the power of shattering, the other(Abram) was taller, had long black hair, a beard that went down to his chest, and hazel eyes. He was 44 years old and from a country far south of where Veronica lives.
The thief was not drinking anything, but his friend had a bottle of vodka in hand. Abram said, "you know, you're a strange one."
The thief replied,"really? Why?"
Abram responded,"well, for startes, you don't drink vodka or even beer! Instead, you drink coffee!"
"Abram", the thief said,"my reason for that was that alcohol is bad for the mind and body."
Abram, realizing this argument wasn't worth it, decided to just sit there. He was then asked a single question.
“Can you hook me up with the arms dealer? I’ve got a plan.”
The man said, “ah, revenge. Don’t worry. I’m going to help you. We aren’t just going to get guns though.” He smiled. “We’re going to need clothes, contacts, and a change in hair. Let’s do this.”
The thief agreed.
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05 Jun 2013, 1:59 pm
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