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The Four Legged Grasshopper

Posted in Short Stories with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on January 22, 2012 by Kinetic Orochi

Grasshoppers have six legs, the front four are used for slow regular walking, like we do. The two in the very back are called hind legs, much bigger than the other four, they are used for those big jumps you often see grasshoppers do. When Nicole found Jene, she was missing her right hind leg, and her left was broken. She was helpless and would probably not survive the next 24 hours as she was. She was mainly subject to being prey for other animals, secondly she would probably be stepped on and the person would not even notice, just like she probably was before she lost her hind legs.

It was a regular school day in the spring. Nicole was in her 3rd grade and was outside in the playground for her recess. The kids were playing hide and seek. Nicole was very good at hiding, behind a tree she would hide and looked to see if she was being looked for. She turned around and giggled, the kid kept looking for her but could not figure out where she was. She looked around and stared at the grass for a minute and saw a strange insect. A young grasshopper, its wings still not grown, was missing a hind leg, and the other was broken.

“Awww” she expressed sadly feeling pity for the poor insect. She grabbed it and held it in her palm, the grasshopper barely moved around, probably wondering where he had suddenly gone to. “Poor thing, I can’t leave you here or you will probably die, I’ll take care of you” she said as she carefully put it in her pocket. Nicole came out from behind the tree and the kid said “I found you!”

“I don’t want to play anymore, I’m going in the class.” Nicole said, with her hands in her pockets.

For the next three hours the grasshopper was in the pocket. In this dark place it could only see darkness, moved a bit but wouldn’t get far. It would often feel something slowly coming into the darkness, carefully to feel if it was still there. It was during these moments, which were very regular that it would manage to see some light. It was finally until the final third hour that Nicole finally grabbed it  and took it out. In the school bus, Nicole examined it a little longer. Its eyes seem sad, probably because of its misfortune she thought. “Don’t worry, I will help you.” She told it. The kids behind her seat looked over and started whispering.

“Look! Nic has a grasshopper!” one yelled. “Oh can I see it?” another said, “Let me see what it feels like” another one exclaimed and just like that, the whole school bus full of kids were all intrigued by the grasshopper. “What’s its name?” One of the kids asked.

“Jene, she’s a girl.” Nicole said.

“How do you know she’s a girl?” another kid asked, a boy.

“I just know okay.” Nicole replied confident.

When Nicole finally got to her house, she opened the door, which was usually left open for her and went straight to her room. She took out the Jene out of her pocket and put it on her bed. Nicole laid on the bed and watched Jene barely move. Nicole offered her finger as to play with her and Jene tried to climb the finger with its working legs, this made Nicole smile.

“Well what’s so urgent that you come home and not say hello to your mother?” a woman’s voice said from the door.

“Hi mommy! look, it’s my new pet!” Nicole replied

“You know we can’t have pets in the apartment? But what is it? I don’t see it” her mom said. Nicole grabbed Jene and put her in her hands, then she closed her hands as if praying but left space for Jene. She then walked toward her mother and opened her hands to reveal Jene. “She’s Jene, she can’t jump!” she exclaimed.

“Aw poor bug” her mom also couldn’t help but feel pity for Jene.

“Please can we keep it?” Nicole asked.

“Okay, but keep it inside something, or you might lose it.” her mom told her. They found one of those long cans of chips, about the size of a ruler and Nicole would then put Jene in there and take her with her every time she went out. Jene would survive more than the 24 hours she would have lived at most. She survived days, and weeks, and maybe years.

Nicole always took Jene to school with her, she didn’t want to leave it alone because her little brother might find it and let it out, to forever be lost. She kept the can in her backpack and took it with her at all times, she was very protective of Jene. Jene didn’t mind at all, it often was exploring the can it was in and was not always caged. Sometimes the can would be open for whatever reason and explored outside of the can. Often it would find a place similar to her home, with plenty of food that she would feed on. Often Jene met strange figures that looked like Nicole but much smaller, they moved though. Jene tried to touch them a couple of times but they felt a little weird so she would let go, a lot of the times the figures simply disappeared. Then she would be put back in the place where she usually was and be moved around pretty fast as if flying. Someday she would fly too Jene knew, she could feel it would be soon. Jene looked outside the can, at the concrete, the trees, the grass. Her can had been upgraded from a normal one, to a transparent one, so now she could see things through the plastic.

It was because of this that one of the kids saw Jene in Nicole’s open backpack. “Look Mr. Susaki! Nicole’s got a bug in her backpack!” the kid yelled it out in the classroom. Mr. Susaki was her substitute teacher for this day, and he was interested in this as so were all the other kids. Nicole having no choice showed Jene to Mr. Susaki. Jene, who’s wings were almost fully grown was starting to learn how to fly around the can. It was her new hobby. Jene was excited about this, finally she could travel much faster than what she usually could. Back when Nicole found her she almost had given complete hope, but now, she knew that she could finally travel farther to places she couldn’t reach before.

“I only got one word to say about this…” Mr. Susaki said, “Awesome” he said. He stopped inspecting Jene and gave her back to Nicole. Nicole then took it to her backpack again and put it in there. She stuck her tongue out at the kid celebrating her victory.

The last day Nicole saw Jene was three weeks after she had found her. It was a morning before class. Nicole had woken up late and was in a rush to get her things so she could catch the bus. In the rush of things the bus came so she left with what she could, and later on the bus, she realized she had left Jene. All day, Nicole had been worried about Jene, she knew her little 5yr old brother Jack would go into her room and try to play with her. He always would go in her room and ask Nicole if she could, a few times she had but other times she told him no.

When Nicole got home, she rushed through the living room and went in her bedroom to look for Jene, she went to her can was and there it was, but it was open, just as she had suspected. She searched front and back, second and first floor, moved her stuff around, asked Jack, then asked her mom, but nothing.

“Nicole, Jene fly, she fly.” Jack told her.

“Listen to what he says hun, she must have flew out of the house.” her mom explained to her.

“But it was closed, maybe its lost, she doesn’t have her legs, I promised I would take care of her.” Nicole cried, the loss of her first real pet was very upsetting for her. That night, Nicole was awake for a while, hoping that suddenly Jene would come back to her, the night was quiet, the moon was full. But nothing, no Jene, all there was, was a far away noise, a sound, a song maybe and with this she finally went to sleep. A few weeks later she got over Jene, she made up with the idea that she went back home with her parents maybe, or other grasshoppers.

Jene stood on the tree branch at its usual time, around 9:00 p.m. She would fold her wing and lift her broken leg up and rubbed it against her wings as if playing the violin, this produced a grasshopper song, she would always play it for Nicole to help her go to sleep. Sometimes she would play something different, sometimes she would sing with her wings. She would rub both wings together and produce a beautiful sleep song that would play in Nicole’s dreams, a thank you song for Nicole. (To be Edited)

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Syphon Soul – Chapter 2

Posted in Short Stories with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on January 19, 2012 by Kinetic Orochi

Chapter 2

Becky was doing some cleaning today, while watching an episode of The young and the restless. The show had Phyllis and Ronan talking about dropping some charges against some person. Becky was intrigued by this and stopped where she was. When the soap took a commercial break she went ahead and put the rest of the trash in the bag and tied it. She lifted the bag up while holding the can, unusually heavier this time she thought there must be some sort of animal in there. She opened the door and took the trash out. She looked around the neighborhood but there were no people outside today. Must be because days like these are stay-inside days, unless you work of course. Becky had been laid off her DMV job the past summer and had been out of work since. Not that she minded, after working for five years she thought a break might be just what she needed to change from the routine that she had been gotten used to. She would never get a job again.

She heard the howling sound the wind makes and quickly put the trash in the dumpster as if there was something after her. She felt the strong wind coming and going right by her, for a split second she thought she saw something but it all happened too fast. Holding one hand on the dumpster, she almost tripped and heard the door to the house shut. Everything was a little more calm again but she was startled by all of this. She stood up again and took a breath. “Holy shit” she told herself, “I guess that’s why people call it a stay at home day, these winds will kill you.” She was damn right about that one. She started walking fast towards the door, with her hands in her pocket to cover the cold. Her hands were thin and were the coldest part of her body. On a really cold day her body stayed normal, but if someone were to take Becky’s hands out of her pockets and take her gloves off, they would find purple hands underneath. She hated this and was a little self-conscious about it.

She started to open the door and heard that howling sound again, but this time from the inside of the house. She continued slowly and placed her ear on the crack of the door as if to hear what it was. At this point she stopped worrying about her hands and started to get a little frightened of what could possibly be inside her house. She knew the wind had closed the door, but it all seemed too freaky now that she heard this noise from the inside. She opened slowly, a little more, and more… and more…

Then she felt the cold wind open the door, rushing outside as if it was all compressed inside the house with no way out. The door hit her nose and the cold wind rushed outside hitting her head. At this moment she instinctively held her right side of the face, which was against the open part of the door. She felt like the wind hit her face harder than the door hit her nose, even though her nose started bleeding. Her face was red, almost purple and her ear kept pulsating to the beat of her heart along with the loud and continuous sound you would hear out of a hospital heart monitor. The sound of death.

“Ow, what the fuck?” She said to herself as she tried to get back up. Ashamed that anyone would notice her, she rushed inside the house and closed the door. She started rushing to the bathroom for the first aid kit that was there. She turned right past the wall and headed for the bathroom door. She opened and closed it and looked at herself. She looked like if she had been punched on the face, as if she had been in a fight with a neighbor. What’s Nathan going to think when he gets home she thought. She reached out for some cotton to clean her nose and some warm cloth to put on her face, her ear was feeling a little better. She was starting to calm down now and when she did she realized something. She couldn’t hear the television in the living room. She didn’t realize it when she came in a rush but now she did, the T.V. was off when she came in, someone is in the house.

She came out of the bathroom and looked around, a little frightened, hearing that howling sound all over outside the house, it would take a minute or two and then it would come back again, hitting the outside of the house. She was frightened, she grabbed one of those big cutting knifes from the kitchen and held it in her hand. She knew someone was in, why would the television be turned off otherwise. She went back to the living room and looked around, She saw a hand. There was a hand holding onto the sofa as if there was a body behind it. She needed to get closer to see the body, but she knew someone must be there. Then the hand let go and she couldn’t see anyone as if the position she was in could be more inconvenient. She walked closer to the sofa, slowly so her footsteps wouldn’t be heard, however she knew that whoever was hiding behind the sofa must already know she was there. So when she got close enough she rushed, through the left side of the sofa where there would be less resistance. Her heart racing fast she raised her hand that held the kitchen knife tight and ready to strike. No one. No one was behind it.

The television turned on and she heard the power come back on. She was startled, scared to death by this, she let go off the knife and it fell on the floor. She gasped for a second and let out a quick yell followed by her hands to cover her mouth. She started breathing fast. She was sweating, specially her hands. “Oh my god.” She said, relaxing, feeling better. The power went out because of the wind, that’s why the T.V. was off… but that hand… she looked around. The knife was gone! Her relief only lasted a few seconds and she was more terrified than before. There was definitely someone in there.

“Becky Becky Becky” She heard someone talk, “You’re too slow, by the time you figure out one thing I’m already planning the next.. It’s no fun like this.” The voice said. This voice wasn’t human though, it’s an alien she thought at first, the most reasonable thing that came to mind. It sounded like a distorted monster, if a dog could talk it would probably sound like this. She looked around for this person, behind her, and behind her again, that’s where the sound was coming from but she saw no one.

“Please take what you want, but don’t hurt me! I have done nothing to you!” She yelled, then she rushed toward the door. Since she couldn’t find the voice, she figured she could escape, and this would be the best time. The door was locked though, and probably the rest also. “No escaping today, I need to feed.” The voice said. This sent her the chills, her mouth started twitching, this thing whatever it was was going to kill her.

“Show yourself!” she yelled out loud and when she did she felt something, on her waist, lifting up her shirt and sweater, she felt hands with sharp nails feeling up her stomach. “Well why, I’ve been right here with you” The voice said. She turned around and tried to grab the hands at the same time but nothing. She put her sweater and shirt back down. “What the hell are you!?” She yelled in desperation, drenched in fear. “I eat souls, I’m here for yours.” At this very moment she felt something go inside of her, another energy, an entity. She froze, she got quiet, her fear, her thoughts stopped. It was fast whatever it was and what it came to do it was done with. After a few hours of standing still, Becky finally moved again and sat on the sofa. She turned the T.V. on  and sat, not blinking, her eyes were grey now and her mouth started drooling eventually. She sat there watching cartoons until Nathan got home.

Syphon Soul

Posted in Short Stories with tags , , , , , , , , , , on January 17, 2012 by Kinetic Orochi

I wrote this story for my English II class a few years ago. It was on regular paper, after a while I lost it and never saw it again. Recently my girlfriend said she’d seen and read it and said that she liked it, that it was in one of my drawers. I however, could not find it (weird huh?), so I’ve decided to start it anew with what I remember, besides I had shortened it due to a page limit in my class, but here I will just let go.

Chapter 1

Just another day in Chester, Virginia. There was a strong wind blowing forcing its way through the trees, making that noise that a person may hear from inside their house. That howling sound that we sometimes hear comes from outside; a monster is what that sounds like, or like someone is trying to play a prank at us and is trying to scare us with this howl, sometimes I think that if I were to go into that specific howling wind, that I would feel something more. But this is none of those things, and I can’t say if what flies through the air is too, but I wouldn’t doubt that it is, because it’s creepy, and its intentions are unknown. What could it possibly want? Does any good come out from something like it? Or is it just trying to have fun, and if so, what kind of fun?

This thing flew through the wind as if it was its vessel. It moved faster through it, but could move without it. It knew no barriers, no stops, no limits. It flew through the sky, maybe a few hundred of feet above ground. It could fly even higher and lower, but this was it’s desired height mainly because of the view. A plane flies thousands of feet higher and all you can see is the shape of a city or a state, but you can’t even see a specific house from that high. This thing wanted to find people, it loved people for whatever reasons it desired. Today he was flying through one of his favorite neighborhoods, Tarrington Homes. A place with no criminal history where somewhat wealthy people lived. The place was a harmony for families with wonderful neighbors that ask you to come anytime for a drink every time they see you.

This thing flew lower, and reduced its speed and height. This was its favorite type of day. Cloudy, a little dark, windy and chilly, a nice stay-at-home type of day, just nice because a perfect one would definitely be a rainy day. This thing did not like the rain so much, it gave its location away under specific circumstances. It liked to be stealthy unless it knew it got them, or he, or she, or us, then it would really have a blast.

It arrived at a house, its picks were limited. It could not open doors or have any type of physical contact, unless… It stood outside the door, behind a kid about 9 or 10, it moved its arm forward as to ring the doorbell and the kid followed and ringed it himself. Good Boy It thought. The door quickly opened as if he was being expected and another kid the same age was behind the door. “Josh, you bring the game?” the kid in the house asked. “Yes, hurry.” the kid outside said as he went in himself. He reached inside his aeropostal jacket and took the game out. Call of Duty modern warfare 3 was the game, of course. The kid that opened the door smiled and took the game. The game had just been released and it was already successful; and in this moment of awe, the flying, unknown, unwelcome force also walked in the house.

The kids rushed upstairs into one of the rooms to play their new game. their little feet stomping fast on the stairs making a louder noise than if an adult was walking up them. It looked around for a bit on the first floor, for any other people it might have the pleasure of meeting. There was no one there but the kids. It looked at a few pictures, mother, father, a young adult, a kid, a baby and a dog. Too bad the others aren’t here, well maybe the dog. It went upstairs with slow steps, making sure it wasn’t heard, as if. It wouldn’t be heard with all that shooting and grenades exploding all over the room. It went upstairs and saw the door open, immediately it went for the opening and went into the kids room. A blue room, a small bed and a 32 inch flat screen tv, playing an xbox360 the kids sat on the edge of the bed hypnotized by the gun moving on the screen. “He’s in that corner in that building!” one kid yelled. “Ill get him!” said the other, kids working together to achieve a bigger purpose, one of those things that makes us the superior race. I hope you don’t mind if i sit here, it thought as it sat down in between them. It looked to its left and saw the kid there, with ears a little to big for his head, he was still, only his eyes moving fast like a robot eyes would move if a robot were to have eyes. Eye movement is one of the most interesting features of a human, when you really stare down at a person’s eye it seems like the movements are specifically controlled, their movement is not smooth like other features but it’s fast and exact. It was amazed by this and turned to the right to inspect the other kid. This other kid had a litte more movement than the other and seemed a little less robotic.

It opened its arms as if to hug them both… beep beep beep beep beep beep and a grenade exploded in the game as it rested its hands on their outer shoulders, the kids briskly jumped away and looked at each other puzzled. “Stupid, you got me killed!”  one kid yelled. “You shouldn’t have been touching my shoulder you dummy!” the other one yelled back. “I didn’t you dummy! I was trying to get the bomb!” the kids yelled, back and forth. “Stop yelling or I’m shutting that game off!” Someone else yelled from another room down the hallway, a deeper male voice, someone much older. It opened the windows and flew right out of them, breaking them from their hatches and they fell down on the grass outside breaking the glass. A 50 or so year old woman was startled by the sound and hugged her car as if to get protection from the windows. The kids scared yelled and went behind the bed. “What the hell is going on in there!?” the older voice asked as he ran down the hallway to the kids room and opened the door to find an empty space on the wall that was there in place of the windows. The chilly air went in the room.

It flew away fast. Stupid man, how dare you interrupt me? Oh you really were a quiet, what the hell were you doing so quiet in your room? but don’t worry, I’ll be back for you, I’ll get you and I’m going to have some fun with you, I could’ve ended it then but I’m not, because I WILL MAKE YOU SUFFER. It flew around the neighborhood, looking down at the broken window and the older woman, then around the other houses to see if there were any opportunities around. There it was, a woman taking out a bag of trash. Then it caugh a fast wind, and rode through it, its vessel, and there was that howling sound again, and there it was faster than the usual speed and flew straight through the door, so fast that it closed it, but not locked it of course, because it wanted the woman to come back…