Author: meimisaki PM
Saki is a famous author and while on the way to a book signing, someone calls her. It distracts her while something jumps in front of her car, making her crash. Then she meets Takizawa. The two are haunted by paranormal creatures, and some just love to touch woman. The two run for there lives. It's kill or be killed. Warning: Cursing and sexual act.Rated: Fiction T - English - Supernatural/Tragedy - Akira & Saki - Chapters: 4 - Words: 2,494 - Reviews: 1 - Favs: 2 - Follows: 3 - Updated: 03-26-13 - Published: 11-21-12 - id: 8723934
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Unknown face: Lost
Disclaimer- I do not own Eden of the east
God is dead. God remains dead. And we have killed him. How shall we comfort ourselves, the murderers of all murderers? What was holiest and mightiest of all that the world has yet owned has bled to death under our knives: who will wipe this blood off us? What festivals of atonement, what sacred games shall we have to invent? Is not the greatness of this deed too great for us? Must we ourselves not become gods simply to appear worthy of it?
- Friedrich Nietzsche
5 YEARS LATER
November, 5:00 P.M.
The delicate comb eased through my short rosy hair. My eyes scanned a piece of paper I wrote notes on about a new book I was gonna start to write, Unknown face; A thriller. I sat on my bed Indian style on my bright blue sheets.
"Dang it." I threw my comb onto the floor and fell back onto the bed. I closed my eyes. Slowly, I started to fall into a dark hole. A dark hole that I would never escape. My adrenalin started to rush when I heard my phone go off.
Arianna Is Calling You
"Hello?" I talked into the phone.
"Where the hell are you?!" Arianna screamed. I took the phone away from my ear.
"Haven! Book signing! Get your damn ass over here now!" And with that she hung up. I stared at the black screen.
"Your phone has been disconnected." The auto tune screamed into the phone.
December 20, 6:45 P.M.
As I ran to the car, a young teenager stared at me. Black hair and dark brown eyes were red, like he's been crying. I put the key in and spead off, the guy watched me leave. My foot hit the gas. I was now speeding through the snowy mountains of Denver. The snow was blinding because it was so white. It was scary how white it was. Whiter than the white of the eye. My hand reached down to turn the radio on. Static filled the car. My mind was screaming. It was painful to listen to. I quickly turned it off.
My eyes geared back to the road. I jumped. With the car. Bumps were spread out within some 10 inches from each other. I ignored it and continued to drive. It was snowing really hard now. I could barely see through the windshield. I started to slow down.
My phone started to ring. I fished through my bag till I found it.
"Happy birthday to you. Happy birthday to you. Happy birthday to… I forgot your name. Happy birthday to you." A male voice sang.
"Who is this?" A chill ran down my spine.
"Happy birthday to you…" His voice was drown by the sound of a knife being sharpened. "Happy birthday to you, happy birthday to you, happy birthday to… I forgot your name. Happy birthday to you." I hung up the phone, with my heart rushing.
August 20, 7:45 P.M.
A huge, long black thing ran in front of the car. I screamed. My foot was delayed and didn't hit the brake in time. My car flipped. High and long. My body hurt. I layed. Silent. Hurt. Struggling to get up, I looked to see what the object was. Moving, I screamed out in pain. Glass was stuck in my leg. I closed my eyes. Rustling could be heard from nearby. I stayed silent. The noise came closer and closer till it reached the hood of my car. It started to make sounds. Sounds that weren't human nor were they animal, it was surreal.
The noise could be heard closer. The thing was getting closer. I stiffened. The hair on the back of my neck stood up. Breathing. It was breathing, on me. It was behind me. I started to shake, and my leg started to bleed more. Then he was staring at me. Long black body, white face. I screamed. Backing away I hit something, then a loud bang. I looked back in front of me, but not before an ax was in my side. Another bang and everything was silent. I cried out. Struggling to get out of the gore covered car, another shadow appeared, but this of a human. A hand reached out, and the only thing I could do was grab it. Blood poured from my side. Gasping for air, the figure slowly pulled the ax out.
"Ahhrh." I pulled back the tears.
"You're going to be ok." The man whispered. I looked up at him.