When Hell Breaks Loose (Dark, Beautiful Love)
It's about a girl who lives in a weird/secretive town. One day, there's a cataclysmic eruption in the sky and winged demons come flying down wrecking havoc and chaos and nabbing a few humans here and there... she's one of them. Turns out that not only did she get captured by demons to be their slave, she was captured by high-up nobles. When they arrive, the demons transform from frightening monsters to gorgeous human-figures. It's a family of nobles: the up-tight father with the weight of the world on his shoulders, the affectionate mother with all the love in the universe in her heart, a younger sister who's adorable and sweet but still in the "I'll do what I please" stage, and a very, very handsome brother who believes that everything is beneath him, he gets whatever he wants, and secretly hides the fact that he wants to be loved by a "special someone" but is hard-set on believing that none ever could. It's a story about finding beauty and light in the most terrifying, dark places, risking everything to feel wanted, realizing value in small things, and about discovering things about oneself that would have never been thought of.
Chapter One: Yellow Leaves
It was autumn, the season of dying colors and the swirling of dried leaves, when the town of Hallow Creek felt the most at peace--and the most on edge--it's ever been. Something in the air seeped of a harsh, aching feeling that seemed to numb down all the senses. Days beyond the setting sun were not in the hands of a youthful prayer.
Despite the foreboding hesitance of the animal cries, business in Hallow Creek went on as usual as if it were an everyday occurrence when the dogs were eerily quiet except for a couple of whines here and there.
Wynnry Izel was not a simpleton nor was she unobservant. She saw that the further they went into the cooling season, the more anxiety filled the atmosphere. The oddity of the entire situation was heightened by the behavior of the town's elder council. They acted as if they were hiding a secret that no one could know about and they tried their hardest to keep it off their faces. Their smiles looked a little too sweet; their manners were a little too vague. Something was up and she doubted she would ever be able to figure out what it was.
Then again, the entire situation could simply be all in her head, and she was seeing more into everything than what was actually going on. Another thing about Wynnry is that she tends to have an over-active imagination. Even when everyone tells her to try and stay sane and uncomplicated, she absolutely refuses. She would rather be weird, odd, and freaky than boring, uncreative, and simple-minded.
The day that marked the oddest of all days was Friday. When Wynnry was rudely woken up by an obnoxiously annoying, high-pitched "cutesy" theme song, she was ready to chunk her phone across the wall and bash it open with a sledge hammer. However, she kept her head on and roughly pressed the off button on the alarm. She dragged her lead-laden feet off of the mattress and nearly fell down on her bottom when she tried to get all the way up. Completely dead to the world, she slowly and sluggishly removed her pajamas all the way down to her undies. Suddenly, she had the strangest sensation that something was watching her... intently. She was only an A-cup and had a small booty; there wasn't much to look at. Though no matter how low her self esteem was on the issue, it didn't lessen the creepy feeling of eyes staring obsessively at her body.
The feeling didn't dwindle a bit throughout the duration of the morning and even when she was seated in her desk for first period, it was as strong as it had been in her room. "Hey, Wynn, you feeling okay, chica?" said her best friend, Maribel Martinez, who was one of few who actually accepted her and her weirdness in the entire population of the student body. Wynnry looked down and noticed her hands were balled tightly into fists. She loosened them up quickly and replied, "Yeah, it's just 'that time', you know, and I'm cramping reeaallly bad." Maribel nodded and smiled in the way that showed she understood and was relieved of all her worries. Though she could never understand the half of it.
The rest of the morning went by in a fevered mess of confusion and anxiety. When the bell rang for lunch, Wynnry was elated at the thought of walking into the cafeteria amongst all the crowds of hungry, social students. She was confident that the multitude of clamorous noise and galvanized emotions would drown out the deep-gut feeling of invisible, intense eyes.
However, as the hallway opened up, Wynnry's high spirits plummeted faster than a cannonball down a waterfall. Even though none of the students were looking directly at her, she felt as if thousands of eyes were on her, analyzing, criticizing, tantalizing. The level of discomfort was bordering on unbearable. Though when Maribel caught sight of her, she knew that if she ran out at that moment, Maribel would never stop pestering her about what was wrong with her; she would never hear the end of it even past graduation. So, she sucked in her breath and passed through the crowded tables--she could have sworn she felt phantom touches against her--and when she finally got to her friend, she was on the brink of the breaking point.
"OI, Maribel, esa chica esta loca. Por que tu estas alrededor de ella siempre?" (Oi, Maribel, this chick is crazy. Why are you always around her?) Of course Maribel's boyfriend, Enrique, had to say something against Wynnry. Even though she couldn't speak a lick of Spanish--although her father was Hispanic, he married a Welsh woman, and didn't want to teach her Spanish; and every time Wynnry asked him why not, he would start raving about people's stereotypes of Hispanics--she knew that he wasn't being too nice to her.
"Ay, Rique, tienes algo hacer (up-side down question mark) no? Vaya consigame un bebida." (Hey, Rique, you have something to do, no? Go get me a drink.) Enrique may have been the big-shot, tough guy, but he wasn't the one who wore the pants in the relationship. Maribel had him wrapped around her little finger. As Enrique was leaving, Wynnry could feel Maribel's worried gaze on her--as well as a million others. "I'm not even going to bother asking if you're okay 'cause I know what you're going to say no matter what. All I'm going to ask is why is it bothering you so much?"
Wynnry clenched her hands into tight fists in frustration of how much more of a freak she was proving herself to be. There was no way she could tell her only friend what was wrong with her; it would only prove that Enrique was right about what he always said about her--it didn't take a Spanish class to know that he thought she was absolutely crazy. In her indignation, instead of telling Maribel the absolute truth, she came up with something else that could evoke her sympathy. "It's just been a bad morning. I've been getting a bad feeling in my gut like something's off about the elders around here." Her hopes were realized immediately when Maribel got the excited, rant look in her eyes. "Oh yeah, those guys have been giving me the creeps ever since I first saw them, but I tell you what, something's definitely fishy with them now more than ever. It's seriously like they're deliberately trying to hide something from us. I swear those flipping evil people running this place have a nice big surprise behind their backs just waiting to be let loose and kick us all in the titanium tunis. Just you wait, there's going to be heck to pay because of them."
The Wynn part in her name is Welsh for fair, white, blessed, and her last name Izel is Aztec for "unique". I apologize if my Spanish is bad and I realize that there are quite a few missing accents on several letters, but the Modify Your Work part of wattpad does not have symbols. Well, just so you know, the first chapter is not finished. I'm only writing down what I can and I will update this chapter soon.
