[scrab queen]

Trust me, I don't care if you review or not, I just want to brag about how my story got on the internet. /sugar and homework induced sarcasm\My frakenputer died today! This is the last thing it wrote before it died. crappy, isn't it? my diolouge sucks too.







A story: chapter one
Yume started out as any human child would, (her birthplace is still unknown) she had loving parents and a fascination with nature and other such things. But because she had lived in a rapidly developing area, such things were not allowed, and soon her interests were viewed as nonsense. Soon the villages and communities had cut themselves of from the outside world, and Yume was no longer able to even see the sky, for it was clouded with smog, casting the cities in a hellish red glow. It had been like this until she was 15, when the city had choked on it's own waste and diseases. Somehow she managed to survive, but she was left alone, in a deserted city, and if she had ventured out, the alternating sandstorms and blizzards would surely kill her. Living off the scraps in the deserted shops, she was alone for three months. One night while trying to find shelter, she heard what sounded like wings flapping in the distance. She passed it off as her going crazy, and continued to work on the tent. Later while she was sleeping, she had been startled awake by the feeling that she was being watched. She questioned her sanity once more before trying to go to sleep, but the feeling kept her awake. Something caught her eye and she tried to minimize any sound, slowly turning and lifting the closed end of the tent so she could confirm if there was any movement. As soon as she got her head out, her breath caught in her throat as large green eyes stared out of the darkness, it's owner shifting occasionally. She stood there frozen to the ground, a tense silence hanging in the air. The eyes were fixed upon her, curiosity showing. Soon the creature smoothly walked out of the shadows, it's tail swishing gracefully behind it, spread it's wings and held them there, keeping it's eyes locked on her. It flapped it's wings a few times and lowered it's head to her eye level and showed part of it's fangs, as if to test her. She was startled into fleeing when a rumbling growl reverberated from the strange animal, as it rose its head and shook its wings. As she ran, she could hear flapping behind her, and the sound was quickly gaining. She looked back for a moment to see where the creature was, only to find out it was only a few yards away. Unfortunately, she forgot to look where she was going, and tripped on the uneven pavement. Landing on a pile of old garbage bags, she suppressed a loud whimper as it passed overhead. Burying herself for a temporary hiding place, she tried to think of a way to deter the creature. 'Let's see, probably carnivore, and if it flies, it would cover a lot of land, so it's most likely territorial. And if I've never seen or heard of the thing around here, it's probably expanding its territory. Which means it either wants me to leave, or it wants me for a snack. Being that I’m no obvious threat to it, the butcher's shop is only about a block away, and being that the tail and the scales suggest that it's a reptile of sorts, it shouldn't be too picky.' By this time, the creature had landed and was trying to track her, but the overpowering scent of the rotting garbage had deterred him from that area. As soon as she knew the thing was at least ten yards away, she bolted out of the garbage and ran for the butcher's down the street. To make sure it couldn't fly ahead of her, she took the path under the low bridges and cluttered alleys. After several minutes of straight sprinting, she dodged the charging beast and locked the door. Looking around, she took the keys behind the counter and unlocked the cases of meat, picking out the few pieces that didn't rot. Stopping for a moment to allow a realization, she hurried to the back of the shop and checked the livestock cages. If anything survived, she could use it to distract the beast so she could escape to another part of town. When she opened the heavy steel door, the streak of light washed over the forgotten room, and dust flew everywhere. The stench of rotting corpses hung thickly in the air, and even all the flies were dead. Stomping the floor a few times to provoke a sound from a survivor, she shrugged when there was no reply. Soon she turned to leave, but she heard one of the smallest sounds she had ever heard. A weak screeching was making its way through the floorboards of the far corner. Ignoring the sick corpses, she hurried her way towards the sound. Carefully peeling back the rotting floorboards, she revealed a nest. Several eggs were broken, the contents either rotted or eaten. Sitting amongst all this was a strange looking creature, obviously just a chick, and severely malnourished. It didn't have any visible eyes, and it had a long sharp beak. It didn't seem to have any 'arms' but it's four legs each ended in large claws that the chick had trouble balancing on. Cautious of its beak, she dropped a piece of the meat next to it. The creature looked at it for a moment, then without warning started jumping and screeching all over the meat as if in rejection. When it was finished with the little dance, Yume tried to take it back, but it snapped at her fingers, and started scooping up the pulverized meat in it's beak. When it was done, it turned to her questioningly, and squawked for more. Seeing what those little claws could do, she picked it up by it's waist and took it out of the hole in the floor, placing it next to her and watching it skitter about, as she gathered the meat in one bag, and the remaining eggs (supposedly alive) in another. Carefully, she picked up the baby and placed it in her pocket, folding its legs up to avoid getting hurt, and to avoid any more unnecessary holes. Picking up the bags to leave, she headed for the backway to the stockyards.
Several minutes later, the enraged beast had found it's way into the shop, and crashed through the walls. Snorting, it inspected the open cases and the stockroom, tracing the scent trail of the human with that strange aura. Coming here, he expected this place to be deserted, dead. But obviously his mission here isn't all for nothing…
About a half-mile away, the girl stopped to rest in the large opening of a dead tree, the only apparent plant life for miles around. Before she was forced to fend for herself, she had visited this tree every day, and called it the god tree, because it seemed huge and infinite, indestructible, like the essence of the soul itself. But now it didn't matter. It was a shell of itself, and could crumble to dust at any second. Taking the baby out of her pocket, she let it roam free for a bit, while she climbed the tree to reminisce about good times, and to see if her diversion worked. Looking off into the direction of the stockyard, she could see the large speck roaming the yards, sniffing her trail, coming closer to her. She prayed the wind wouldn't blow her scent in that direction, otherwise she wouldn't be able to get away in time if the creature started running after her. She saw it turn to the left, and start to run into the thick, dead bushes. Confident her plan had worked, she dropped down, scooped up the baby, slung the pack over her shoulder, and headed for the old lake.
Confident the human wasn't looking, he took off into the sky to hunt for her.
Just moments later, a chase ensued, and her belongings were abandoned. The baby was hiding in a hole, and the beast had her pinned to the ground with its claws. Snarling and growling, it lowered its face to hers, and narrowed its eyes, as if to say that crappy one-liner about prey getting away. They locked eyes and a strange thought entered her mind, it was completely foreign and not her own. 'You're coming with me.' It flapped its wings and started to take off. The noise startled the baby, and it chased after her, as if she were its mother. To her dismay and relief, it painfully clamped onto the webbing of her fingers as she reached out to it. Pulling it from her hands and holding it tightly to her shoulder, the beast flew off into the air, and soon the city was far behind them. She closed her eyes and held onto the chick as they hit one of the many sandstorms whirling around the outskirts of the city. She felt like the sand was tearing the very flesh from her bones, and the baby was screeching in pain. When she felt she could take it no longer, they were finally past it, and heading into another one. Just before they hit it, she stuffed the shrieking baby in her pocket, and squeezed her eyes shut in anticipation. This one was agonizingly longer. Exhausted and in pain, she fell limp in the creature's claws, unconscious. In response, he held her tighter, and pushed on through the storms.