HandPrints

Little Hand Prints

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PLEASE READ THE AUTHORS NOTE AT THE END!

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                                                    ==Little Hand Prints==

Confusion leaked through my body, flowing through my veins, bringing questions to my mind. I didn't understand a word she said. What the hell were the gates? My body seemed to understand more than my mind did. It was fully alert. The hair on the nape of my neck stood on end, my body trembled slightly, my lips quivered, and my hands were balled into tight fist. Fear. Clear signs warning me to go no further.

 The word gates brought up images and flashes of emotion that I didn't know I contained. Rusted and worn metal that stood tall and sharpened, curved and chiseled to perfection even though age showed signs of abuse. Engraved on the plank at the very top of it read the words : HELL SHOULD BE LET LOOSE AND TIME IT SELF WILL BE FROZEN FROM THE CRIES OF PAIN THAT PEIRCE THE AIR THEN HE SHALL STAND.

 Then there was the fog that seemed to always appear in my nightmares chasing me. Getting bigger and more indestructible, harder to out run. It danced across the ground, licking up the gate, and crawling further out. Then beyond the gate was darkness that seemed to continue on forever, showing no signs of life or happiness. Nothing but nothing.

 I looked up a the ghost that stood before me with an emotion that was taking over all my senses. It was strange, I felt hopeless and powerful at the same time. I hated how the dead had such a hold on me that I have no control over my life. I never had. They had run me out of my home, stolen the love that I refused to live without, they had killed me. Damned me to live among the world that I was shunned from and given no place to go but the darkness in which I feared. All my dreams, plans and goals were buried along with my soul. I didn't like it, I didn't like it one bit.

 "What is it exactly that the gates are locking up?" I question as I follow her into the forest. Farther and farther from life it's self. All that is heard is silence. My clumsy two left feet human self was replaced witha gracefulness that a dancer would loath. While I glided across the dampened earth, she floated across leaving a chill and ice sickles frozen on the surface.

 "Death it's self." Her voice sneers, floats and chimes through the air like a rusted wind chime. The beauty had long gone left and was replaced with a mere shadow of what it was.

 I couldn't quite grasp her words. What was she trying to tell me when she said death. What was death or better yet, Who was death? Images once again invaded my mind. I saw more fog, shadows and fear. Fear was over powering this memory. It flashed around like an old movie film. Flickers and bad reception. Then an eye overpowered it . Dark, powerful, hatred filled eyes were looking back at me. I blinked furiously fighting off the picture. I had a really bad feeling about this.

 I glanced up when she started to laugh. A high pitched, raspy laugh. She sounded like a chain smoker who had been addicted to the drug for years now. No wanting to or willing to fight to give it up.

 "You have every right to fear him!" She booms, "He's the reason you can't sleep at night."

  I look at the ground as we walk and watch horrified as the trees began to scatter and thin. than all together disappear, nothing but miles and miles of nothing. Shadows and shapes take the place of the trees and the grass dissolves and hands break the surface of the ground. The temperature dropped drastically as we continued into the darkness where there was no stars.

 "ShadowLand, the land of the lost." She croaks.

 It's then that I feel an icy hand caress my arm. I jump back alarmed only to see nothing. I stand completely still only to be shoved forward. My shirt is being grasped at, my hair tangled and pulled. Hands touching, shoving, and jostling me. Panic builds up in side of me until it burst through my walls. All I can see is the bright blue light radiating from me and I can hear the hiss and cries of pain.

Then silence and the light dims.

 "Your more powerful then we feared."She says irritated.

 I glance down at my hands, arms, and down at my body. I knew I was strong- powerful even but I didn't know just how powerful. If I even had the will power to fight after all I have been through. Clearly what was the point. But to reach the potential I had was quite an experience. It was also great knowing I could defend myself against somebody who and will always will be dead.

My hand itched down to my belly as a jolt of pain pierced it. It took my breath away and hunched my shoulders as I continued to walk.

 The ghost before me stopped dead in her tracks.

 "I forgot to mention there are no secrets here." She eyed me, tilted her head to the side, and looked at my stomach. Her eyes narrowed more and more until they were slits. Then her mouth opened slightly- hand covered it as she gasped.

"Oh no, this will not do."She growls as she looks at me straight in the eye. "How could you do such a thing? Create such a monster inside of you!"She roars.

 I take a step back confused and alarmed. What the hell was she talking about? I did not create anything, I highly doubt I had the ability to just make something appear in thin air. I wasn't some magician but then again I was quite close. Not the super hero but the villain if you must stereotype me.

"Create?" I question.

 "The baby!"She shoats and points at my stomach.

 I freeze as images of billy and I fill my mind. The last time we were truly together. I jump alarmed as something kicks inside of me. I took an intake of air before I was pulled into a vision.

 My last thought: My life is getting to complicated.

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 I am truly and sincerely so sorry for taking so long to update. I no there really is no excuse for taking so long to update and I want you to know I tried but just couldn't find the time. I have been working on my school work because exams were just last week. Along with studying  I was booked six days out of the seven with tae kwon doe and gymnastics. Then since I am artistic I spent 2 hours everyday working on my Christmas presents for my friends and family. Then Sundays is when I switch houses with my parents since they are divorced. I just couldn't find the time in between all of my activities and hobbies.

One of my new year resolutions is to update more regularly and consistent. I would like to thank all of my fans that didn't give up on me and continued to wait. I am sad to say that I had lost a few but hey the ones who stay are worth keeping around. Thank you!

 I was going to end the story and do a sequel but have decided to just add the sequel to this book that way I can make it longer and more like a novel. I truly like this story and what more surprises that there is in store for it. Please do stay along for the ride, I think you will be surprised by the results.

 Also am going to start making the chapters longer because I feel like I am rushing my story and I need more details. I know this chapter is also short but I need more time to lengthen the chapters than just an hour so updates every Sunday, longest maybe 4 pages maybe 5 or 6 if I can manage that. Deal?

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