Hey, guys! Another Tuesday, another Teaser. I'll be reading everyone's as sson as I get home from school!
Now, this is another teaser from SLOW, since Selena's still a bit self-conscious with sharing anything else from Brothers. Last week, a caring side of Drew is shown. This week, it's a little different, because it sort of goes back to the past, but really in a dream. So this is the first of these kinds of dreams that Drew starts having--and he's starting to remember what could've happened to Jo.
So for the last two weeks, you guys have read from Serena's WIP SLOW. But this week, it's time for Selena's rough WIP entitled BROTHERS (for now :P) to be released in the world. It's still rough, however, because it's just something I started writing one day and it grew into something more.
Brothers is about learning to be your own man and not always depending on the ones closest to you. It's about choosing between loyalty to your family, or saving yourself and getting everything you want. And of course, about the real bond twins have--the one everyone thinks is just a myth :D.
Add in a mysterious book, a completely different territory on the other side of a river, a very different girl, a Local legend that just might repeat itself, and splashes of Native American Mythology, and this WIP is what it is.
Anyways, back to the teaser.
It's in a guy's point-of-view, and his name is Evan. :D
Ok, so posting the Teaser a little later than usual :P Anywho, this scene is pretty short (we think) and basically, Mary is about to be in real big trouble. Enjoy and thanks for reading!
Gosh, we've been noticing that the only thing we post is teaser tuesday :P We'll find soemthing creative soon, promise!!!
Anyways, this is a scene written just this weekend, so it's a little rough. Basically, Mary wakes up in her room and she finds something a little off. Okay, maybe a lot.
Okay, so this scene is after a foot ball game and Mary is trying to go to the bathroom when she hears something. And for all our readers who are wondering "where is this Faust?", He's finally here!!!! Enjoy.
I increased my speed, trying to catch the noise before it disappeared. As I approached a corner two visible figures came into view. I almost ran into their little spectacle before shielding myself behind a locker, shocked to see the unnerving sight. In front of me, two young men looked as if they were having some trouble with each other. Figure number one, tall and lean, had figure number two, tall but stocky, by the collar, slammed against the locker. I assumed that the slamming had caused the loud bang I'd heard just seconds ago. Now, I felt somewhat unprotected. Great, just great.
Although my savagely beating heart begged me to leave, my curiosity prompted me to stay. I could barely distinguish their conversation, so I leaned forward, interested in their discussion.
I was more than surprised when figure number one spoke, his voice indubitably familiar and spine-chilling. "What did I say about keeping your mouth shut?" Faust demanded. He tugged figure number two's collar hard before banging him against the metal lockers once more.
I didn't have to listen closely to figure out who figure number two was. It was obvious--Rolan. "I swear, I won't do it again," Rolan said in a frightened tone. What did Rolan do to deserve this? I doubted that it was something about the football field tonight, because in my eyes, Rolan did nothing but lose. "Please, just don't hurt me."
I caught a glimpse of Faust's silver eyes. In the dark, they stood out like diamonds, only they weren't happy-making to look at--they were terrifying. "I won't do it again," Faust mimicked. His mocking tone changed abruptly. "There are no second chances, you worthless donkey. Are you aware of what I'm capable of?"
What was Faust capable of? Whatever Faust was planning to do to Rolan, I didn't want to see. "Dude, please--I'll do anything. I'll keep my mouth shut, I--I'll be your slave, just please, don't hurt--"
Rolan's incoherent babbling ceased and was replaced by a terrifying shriek. I had no clue of what happened until the shrieking stopped. My breath tangled with my throat as I struggled to step back. Oh my God. What did Faust do to make Rolan let out that blood-curdling scream? Choke him? Slap him? Stab him?
The thought almost made me throw up. I needed to get out of here. Now. I stumbled on my own feet and fell onto the solid cold ground. I found my eyes lingering behind me, wondering what would happen if Faust showed up with a bloody knife in his hand. The thought forced me to get up, and not walk, but run.
I told myself that I was crazy. That I was brain damaged and that there was no way that Faust, as strange and terrifying as he acted, was a killer. A murderer. It was a big step to take. I tried to control my breathing, but I failed. It raised a bar every few seconds, and as a corner neared and neared, I had the urge to look back. My ears perked up for any possible sounds--I was hoping another scream, to assure me that Rolan was alright and not, you know…hurt. But nothing came. Just an icy silence that left my heart beating faster.
My feet started shuffling when I could no longer hold the impulse to turn around. I looked over my shoulder, only to discover a skeletal hallway behind me. No Faust. No Rolan. Not a single breathing life form. I sucked my breath in, ready for one huge relieving sigh when I bumped into something hard.
Someone.
My jaw dropped open when a set of silver eyes narrowed on me. I found myself choking for air. I couldn't even contemplate how he'd made it from one end of the school to another so fast. Especially when I was running away from him. He'd have to pass me to be able to be in front of me. Maybe my eyes were playing tricks. Either he did pass me, or I was just passed out in one of my hallucinations.
I realized immediately that he was much taller than me. A giant. Faust. Possibly about to repeat what he did to Rolan to me. I tried to search for words, but it was as if my mouth was sealed shut. I could hear my heart beat inside my brain, and I knew that something horrible was going to happen. Maybe now, I'd be dead for good. We stood in silence face to face, his eyes slicing through air and through me without mercy. Whatever he did to Rolan, there was no mercy to it, so he probably wasn't worrying at all with me.
I tried to open my mouth to speak, but his mouth opened first. This was the first time he talked to me in all my life--at least, that was what I understood. "Lost?" he said, but I knew better than to answer. I wished that we'd be able to talk under different circumstances, but that's another thing I learned from wishing--ninety-nine point nine percent of the time, they never come true.
I tried to gulp, but I realized that all the liquid in my body was sucked out. What was I supposed to tell him? I kind of saw you hurt someone. No, really, I did. He was screaming. I'd have to be stupid to say that. I bit my lip, mustering up some personable words. "Look, whatever happened over there, it's none of my business, really…" my voice trailed off when I realized my tone was rude. I tried again. "I was just leaving."
He tilted his head creepily and ignored my comment. "It's dark in here. You shouldn't be wandering around alone." Somehow, I knew the statement was not made out of concern.
I couldn't think straight with those silver eyes cutting my vision. "I--I--"
"Don't you think it's rude to pass by without saying hello?" he said, cutting me off, and instead of feeling disrespected, I was grateful. "Don't you like to talk, Mary?"
I stepped back. "How'd you know my name?"
For the first time, I saw emotion in his eyes, a mischievous smile played on his lips. "Don't give me that," he said, and I was more than surprised when he lifted my chin with his left hand, as if he were checking my face. "Everyone knows who you are."
Okay, another one from sixth circle. If you read the second teaser, you'll kind of get it. This scene is with Mary and Craig after he tells her to meet him by the water fountain. Enjoy!!! :D
I swerved into a corner before I almost hit a familiar face. "Craig," I said his name softly. I found him, and although I thought that it would be uncomfortable, it was strangely comforting to have him inches away from my face. "You wanted to see me?" He grabbed my arm lightly and pulled me away from the busy hallway crowd towards a less crowded area near the lockers. "I need to ask you something," he said, but his voice was serious. The smile on my face dropped. I hoped that he wasn't going to lecture me about the other night.
"Craig--about last week--" I started, but before I was able to finish, he cut me off.
"This isn't about us," he had a type venom in his tone that made me jump.
"What's it about then?" I questioned, disappointment reaching out for me. He let go of my arm and my eyes followed his hand.
"The school's being divided," he told me. I frowned, not quite understanding. "I need to know whose side you're on."
"Divided? What do you mean?" I've never heard of the term intertwine with school before. Was the school being separated from the district?
He crossed his arms. "You're either on Faust's side or the people's side." Faust's side? The People's side? I was growing befuddled by the second. Why did I have to choose? He must've gotten my confused drift. "Everyone's picking sides, Mary. Most of them believe him."
I was starting to understand. "Is it because of Daisy?"
He nodded. I cleared my throat. The school was being divided because of Daisy? I understood her importance to the school, but was it really necessary? "Why?" I asked. He raised an eyebrow. "Because most of us are tired of him. He doesn’t belong here, but yet, he's still here."
I didn't know what caused my brain to do something foolish, but when it happened, I didn't stop myself. I raised both hands towards his face, his skin hot under my touch, and I pulled him in. I managed to only graze his lips slightly before letting go. But I didn't apologize for my actions. I let him know I was sorry enough. "I'm with you one hundred percent, Craig."
Surprisingly, his body started to shake and his face turned somewhat saddened. Before I knew it, he pulled my palms off of his face and let them drop lifelessly to my side. I frowned once more, feeling the side of my head ache. "Craig…" I started, but I couldn't finish. I thought that this was what he wanted.
"Mary, you don't understand," he said, his voice small. I gulped, not ready for what he was going to say next. "I need time to get over you."
So this is another Teaser Tuesday from SIXTH CIRCLE. In this snippet, MC Mary is at Craig's party with her best friend Megan, where she sees Faust, the handsome and mysterious guy she doesn't really remember because of her coma. (Hint: read Teaser Tuesday #1). Hope you guys like.
Standing there, Daisy and Faust, very close to each other. I didn't expect him to have human contact at such great heights. All this time I've seen him, he'd always been quiet, and yet, he had some kind of charisma that captured people's attention. Maybe it was because his silver eyes--which by the way had to be contacts, right? And I found it rather unsatisfactory that he has yet spoken to me. I mean--all I want to talk to him about is Noah.
Bianca stuck her index finger in her mouth, making a face. "Apparently, so."
"Why would he want her?" asked Megan.
Did that question really require an answer?
"Why wouldn't he want her?" I asked, sounding somewhat defensive, "She's pretty," I toned down my aggressive tone.
The loud music continued to hum in my ears as the song changed into a slower tune. Bianca shot a glare at me. "Honey, Faust Diabolus doesn't just choose any girl," her lips curled with her words, "Amanda Fife; beautiful, smart, accepted into Princeton with early admissions. Rejected. Catherine Siegel; even more beautiful, senior, and the star of the swim team. Rejected. Daisy Constantine; captain of the cheerleader zombies, b-student, and school's resident slut. Accepted?" she waited for an answer, and when I didn't provide one, she continued. "No. I don't think so. There's definitely something up."
I took in all the negativity she was putting on Daisy, who to me looked like a very good girl. Daisy and Faust were by a huge glass door, over-looking the back yard, and probably if I had the chance to look further, the lake would lie not too far.
With a flirtatious smile, Daisy slid the door open. I couldn't see too well, but besides Daisy's smirk, I could make out Faust's expressionless face. She exited the door and he followed, closing the door quietly. There was a significant-sized gap he didn’t close off. Didn't they want some privacy, whatever they were doing?
"Where are they going?" I asked, concern flowing swiftly in my voice.
"I don't know," Bianca replied, "And most importantly, I don't care. “Have you seen the cute DJ?"
"Mary," I rolled my eyes. Not again. "This is the last time I'm going to tell you. Get out of here."
"Craig," Megan scolded. "Just fuck off, will you?" The curse word singed my ears. I had to get used to this. Dear God help me.
He ignored Megan. "Mary, let me take you home."
"Stop telling me what to do," I rebuked. I was ticked off with his attitude. You weren't supposed to shoo guests from a party without a decent explanation.
"Mary, cut the bullshit, I'm taking you home," Maybe I had gone too far.
Out of nowhere: "Hey." It was Brody, the boy with the handsome shark face. But before the conversation took off, something caught all our attention. Before Craig could order me to leave and before Megan could tell Brody off, something caused us to stop and listen. Made us listen.
I had to make sure that I'd heard it for real before bringing it upon my peers.
The sound rattled through my ear canals once again. The sound was real. "Did you guys hear that?" Megan asked before I did, in a way, saving my troubles. No one answered. We just listened. Brody ran to the DJ, commanding him to silence the music for just a second. The music died down. There were no peculiar sounds except the crying of crickets and the calling of frogs.
But suddenly, something woke me up. A scream. An ear-splitting, bone-crunching scream that almost made me paralyzed. I couldn't explain the feeling I had. The feeling of knowing that something had gone horribly wrong.
So, this is an excerpt from a scene from the middle of the story. It's not very long--I think--so, please do enjoy it.
The loud, rowdy lunch room was anything but welcoming. I pushed through obnoxious people before I reached a clearing in the middle of the cafeteria. I looked to the right; to the left. He was no where to be found. I needed to find him. Right now.
"You still haven't had enough?" I spun around, almost tripping on my own reckless movement. He was looking at me, I at him, eyes locked so tight that my eyes started to water.
"Where's Faust?" I couldn't look at him for more than three seconds without being fearful. Noah's eyes didn't seem to be interested in generously telling me where Faust was, and even the people around me saw. Maybe I had exclaimed the name too loud--maybe everyone was wondering why I had the right to know where Faust was.
"Are you fucking serious, Mary?" I didn't like the sound of my name curling out of his lips. It sounded twisted. Evil. "Are you blind? Deaf? Retarded?" His words earned a few gasps in the background, and if I hadn't held on to my thoughts, he would've probably earned a whimper from me.
I looked at his feet, afraid that he would step forward and make a move. He never attacked me before, but with those eyes, I could only imagine what horrible things he was thinking of doing to me. I shivered at the thought. I didn't know my brother very well, and now, I really didn't want to.
Okay so, with school starting and stuff, we're basically holding up revisions until the weekend. Until then, we're just going to *think* of what to add and subtract to the plot and stuff like that. We noticed that we haven't really posted one before, and since it's really popular and we're just copy cats (real bad joke), here's a teaser for you.
Kinda long, so yeah...sorryyyy
God help me.
He was looking at me with bated breath--like I was hiding something. I prayed that he would stop the stare that smoldered holes through my skin and that he would wipe the look of pity off his face. I didn't want to be pitied. There was no reason to pity me.
"How was your day so far, Mary?" Mr. Seymour asked. He reminded me of a poodle, with his big wet eyes and black curly hair. It didn't help at all to see that he had a clipboard in front of him, probably waiting to jot something down about what he thought was a horrible day.
I thought that therapy at the hospital was enough. I didn't need therapy on my first day back at school.
"Good," I answered. There was nothing much to it.
"Care to explain what you did so far today?" Specifically? I thought so. By this time, I should probably get used to these kinds of questions--where the answers had to be thorough and specific, just the way I despised it.
I sighed. "I woke up. Ate breakfast. Went back to sleep. Woke up again. Ate lunch with my dad, and he drove me here."
"Did you enjoy lunch?" the questions kept coming as he jotted some notes on his clipboard, the sound of his pen scratching on the paper irritated me.
"I guess," was all I said. I learned not to say too much in therapy, because if you did, then they'd keep asking you more questions.
He nodded, acknowledging the fact that I might've been telling the truth. I was smiling, and that was the key to make anyone believe. I looked at him, waiting for the next question.
"Are you excited to be back?" I didn't know what to say to this, especially since I wasn't back for good just yet. Of course, I wanted to be back, but I wasn't sure if I was able to. I sighed and nodded, trying to keep the fake smile on my face. He grinned in return, nodding. "That's brilliant."
Yes, it would've been more brilliant if I could get out of here now, and finally get to sixth period. It was after all, the only reason I was here. I would rather be in English listening to Mr. Colt, who was probably still raving about Robert Frost or Tolstoy, just like I'd remembered three months ago.
"It's good to see you healthy, Mary," Mr. Seymour commented unexpectedly. I widened my eyes, and the back of my head ached. I needed to stop doing that. "I know it must be very hard for you…after what happened."
I've heard that statement more than I wanted to. Yes, it was difficult to cope with, and no, I didn't need someone to even contemplate how hard it was for me. Mr. Seymour hadn't had a clue what I've been through, and if I wasn't so close to God, I would've probably lashed out on him minutes ago.
I nodded anyways, not wanting to be uncouth. I reminded myself no matter how annoying all these people around me were, that they were only trying to help me. I assumed that they cared.
"Are you still in touch with some of your friends?" That was when my smile dropped off of my face. I wasn't sure what had replaced it, but Mr. Seymour looked taken aback. "Never mind that question, Mary. You are eating healthy, aren't you?"
I was sure he asked the question because I was much thinner than I'd used to be. But yet again, how did he know? I’d never been to his small beige office until now. "I'd like to think so," I said, trying to give a variety in my speech so I wouldn't seem mechanic. I'd learned that in therapy, that to avoid looking depressed, you needed to talk with tone and diversity.
"Very nice. Your brother--Noah, is his name?" A picture of my lackadaisical and rebellious little brother entered my mind. I had completely forgotten about him after what happened, and it didn't take a long time for me to see why my parents were so obsessed with grounding him.
I nodded, waiting for his point. "You two still talk? I realized that he's still an eighth grader here at Strathill. Did you talk a lot in school before what happened?" No, not really. Except for the fact that he always seemed to call me nicknames I wasn't really fond of, we didn't really have much contact. But back then--I didn't really remember anything from back then.
"Of course." I hoped that the answer would satisfy him.
"Brilliant," his voice was starting to grow inside my head, and just as I hoped that our little get-together session would end, the door opened with a click.
Both our eyes whipped to the door of the counselor's office, questioning who was at the door.
"You asked to see me?" the boy asked as he poked his head inside of the room. He was looking straight at Mr. Seymour and not at me, but I still could see that something was very familiar in his eyes. I knew that I knew him, and that I just didn't remember his name.
"Oh, are you the TA?" Mr. Seymour asked the boy with sandy-colored hair. He had an odd look that reminded me of a small boy with a tall build. The boy nodded. "Come in." He looked at me then, and he froze, his green eyes sporting a surprised look that made me feel uncomfortable.
Raising both eyebrows, he questioned, "Mary White? Is that you?"
He knew my name--so I must've known him. I looked back at him, not puzzled, but wishing that I knew his name. I didn't want to seem like a shrew by looking at him dead in the eye without even acknowledging him with his name. But yet again, maybe he understood my situation.
"Mary, I assume you know Dillon Forbs?" the name sounded so familiar to me, but I couldn't process the significance of our relationship. He could've been my mortal enemy for all I knew.
I nodded, not wanting to be rude. "I'm sorry; I don't quite remember you clearly."
The boy--Dillon--nodded rapidly, showing his understanding. "Of course, of course. It's okay. It's just really…weird seeing you here."
I didn't take the comment in a bad way, because his eyes were smiling. "Dillon here is going to take you to your sixth period. I guess I'll see you again if you choose to come back?" I wanted to come back since I was already so behind, but I wasn't sure I wanted to see Mr. Seymour in this office again.
"Sure," I said anyways to break the conversation. As I stood up, he shook my hand, then with a concerned look on his face told me to be careful. I was careful now, and I didn't need to be told that.
I exited the room moments later, feeling the fresh air of the school hallway drift into my nose. The moment of liberation only lasted a few seconds when I realized that the school was much larger than I'd remembered a few hours ago. Short term memory loss wasn't helping me with anything.
Dillon stood next to me. "Are you ready to go?" he asked as his eyebrows rose. A picture of him in a place I didn't recognize skidded through my mind, and just like all my random flashbacks, I started remembering him. I nodded, and we started our journey to sixth period--the only class I remembered.
The hallways stretched in many directions and it dizzied me. The only thing keeping me from going insane was this Dillon, who I was extremely curious of. He looked at me, smiling, and I realized that I'd been staring at him. "So how're you, Mary?"
It was a general question. "Fine, I guess."
"You look good," he said, and I flushed. "It's been so long--everyone was worried about you." I looked down, feeling discomfort crawl into my stomach. "Do you remember me at all?"
I paused before answering. "Yes, but very little."
He laughed. "It's good to see you again, Mary. You haven't changed a bit." I wasn't sure what to say, because I'd forgotten about how I was back then. "We missed you. We all really did."
It was hard to believe, since Noah told me that I was very quiet. If I wasn't mistaken, quiet people were nearly invisible. "It's a surprise," he continued. "I never thought that you would come back."
That hit me hard--I didn't know what kind of person I was back then, but the way he pronounced the words made it seem like I was weak, and I didn't like that. "Why?"
He furrowed his eyebrows, as if he was thinking hard. Then, "Well, Mary, you were in a coma."
living in a lucid dream / searching for a pillow to lay our heads / sleeping only when the sun is burning / loving the world and it's inhabitants / avoiding political debates / under the influence of books / drinking up knowledge, forever, until the world decides it's done with living.
