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What have I been drawing and writing? Here it is!! Doodoodoo!!
She was surrounded. The five men had backed her into an alley and were closing in, knives in hand. The girl, Morgan, backed up until she hit a large dumpster. All around her were tin trashcans and plastic trash bags. She couldn’t back up any more. She was completely trapped. The brick walls of the apartments surrounding the alley looked miles high, and the only windows were on the second story. The man on the far right of the gang spoke, an evil smirk pasted on his ugly, scarred face. “Well, little girl… Give it up! Maybe if you don’t put up a fight we’ll be a tad nicer…” He chuckled a deep, evil-sounding laugh and his companions joined in his sinister glee. Morgan shut her eyes. This is it… she thought, I’m done for… I’m sorry… She relaxed and lifted up one side of her mouth in a half-hearted smile. So, this is what the face of death looks like, huh? Not very scary…
“Morgan!” The girl stopped smiling and tensed again. She heard a voice in her head. The voice calmly spoke a command. “Say it.”
What? Say what?
“You know what to say. Say it NOW.”
“Praemium!!” Morgan shouted, without knowing what it meant. Her eyes snapped open, but instead of the five men, the looming brick walls, and the garbage, she saw bright white, as if a white star had swallowed her. She also felt strangely peaceful – the way she felt right before she fell asleep.
From the outside, though, this was an even stranger occurrence. The girl who had once looked helpless, harmless, and innocent was now the most frightening sight the gang had ever seen. Her body slowly paled and became as white as snow, as did her brown hair, and she glowed as brightly as the sun. Only her eyes were dark – they were completely pure black. She began to levitate, her feet lifting a couple feet off of the ground. Her black, lightweight skirt and her glowing white hair began wildly thrashing about in the incredibly strong wind that seemed to originate from the girl’s body. Ever her blue shirt, which was almost skintight, was affected by the wind. The men looked away, shielding their faces from the bright light and wind. The trash bags began rolling around, and the trashcans toppled over. Even the large dumpster was pushed away from the girl.
She raised her arms from her torso so they were straight out to the sides and faced her palms up. Over each of her hands, a small, light blue flame formed. She brought her hands together and in front of her swiftly, keeping her elbows extended, as if she was clapping. Everything paused for a split second – the fire and wind disappeared and it was silent. Then a sound came out, but not the normal sharp sound of a clap. It was the deafening sound of an explosion. Suddenly, the wind resumed, and everything around Morgan burst into flames – the dumpster, the trash bags. Even the tin trashcans glowed red-hot as they burned. The flames were normal orange flames, but instead of the warm glow of a normal fire, these flames cast a shadow over all around them. The entire alley was pitch black, except the flames and the girl, who now glowed the color of an x-ray. The men had also been engulfed in flames and lay on the ground, writhing in pain, trying in vain to put out the fire.
Morgan only felt peace and sleepiness as all of this was happening. It was as if an entirely different consciousness had taken over her body, and she was just in a dark room of nothing, curled up and floating around. Then she heard men screaming, and fire crackling. The overwhelming peace started to diminish and she found herself feeling completely exhausted. She was in control of her body again, but all she wanted to do was sleep. She looked around, but all she saw was fire, then she slumped to the ground, unconscious.
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The quote is "... but instead of the warm glow of a normal fire, this flame cast a shadow over all around it..."
The quality is really terrible... but I don't know how to work my scanner, so this is the best I'll get. *pout*
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