Short Stories I Write In Class(discontinued)

A QS Story Pt 2

My eyes opened to blurry shapes and strange voices. It was odd, but I had been bandaged up. Hell, even where I gnawed my own leg was patched up. I turned my head and saw some odd figures, they stiffened when they noticed I was awake. One looked like a goat, but it had paws and walked on it's back legs like a human would. It wore a dress. The other one wore a pitch black cloak, like a void, that covered it's face. It appeared to be floating. I struggled to my paws as a shocked gasp came from the goat. It sounded far too feminine to be male, so I assumed it was a female. The cloaked one turned toward me.

"So it's awake," it's voice was deep and foreboding, so I assumed it to be male.

"Oh dear, you shouldn't do that, small one!" She said. I decided to introduce myself.

"Quickstrike. That's my name. Not 'small one' or some shit, Quickstrike," The cloaked figure chuckled as the goat woman's sympathetic expression soured. "I've somewhere to be so if you don't mind, Imma just leave," I said. The threatening tone seemed to only amuse the cloaked one while further enraging the goat.

"Well that is no way to treat people who are only trying to help!" She shouted indignantly.

"Well, I've got a job to do, so if you'll excuse me, bye lady," I turned to the open window I had seen earlier. But the cloaked figure stepped in front of me. No, he floated. Huh, that's odd. I thought to myself. I looked up and saw a skeletal face under the hood. A shit-eating grin upon it. He didn't phase me though. I tried to go around him but he just blocked my movements. At this point I would've gone under him, but there seemed to be a dark aura protruding from the cloak. I didn't trust it. I didn't trust a lot of things, actually. "Dude, please move. I need to go," I spoke calmly, but anyone with half a brain could see the frustration upon my face.

"Nope, sorry kid but if Tori thinks you should stay, you're staying." So the goat was Tori. A growl sounded deep in my throat.

"I. Don't. Care what you think I should or shouldn't do. I'm LEAVING. And don't try to stop me, it won't work." The amused look stayed, but I could also see the menace behind it. I was growing more frustrated by the second. Why wouldn't they let me leave?! I'd told them about my job, why wouldn't they let me do it?! The goat woman, Tori, was beginning to smile again. But it wasn't a nice one. The sympathy was fake instead of real now. Her eyes were hard. I'd probably pissed her off. Did I particularly care? No. Then a loud knock came from another room. Tori went to investigate while the skeleton stayed. To keep me from escaping, I assumed. There were some hushed whispers and thumps where Tori had gone. Soon another skeleton, with a grin full of pain, walked in. It had a white shirt and jacket, with a bloody slash mark through them. Half of it's skull appeared to be melting, and it had black shorts and bloody white slippers. It also had a blood-red scarf and blood leaking from it's smile. In the non-melted eye socket, there was a white light. The cloaked one's face brightened.

"Geno! How'd you get here?! Are you ok?!" The bloody skeleton, Geno, looked at the cloaked skeleton.

"Yeah, I'm fine, Reaper." It's voice pointed toward a male's. The cloaked one, Reaper, rushed to Geno.

"Are you sure?"

"Yes, Reaper, I'm fine." Geno sounded rather pissed. Kind've like I was.

"Ok, can I leave now, or are you weirdos going to keep me here forever." The bloody one looked at me, surprised. But before he could say anything, a sharp pain racked through my body. (666 mark) I coughed and hacked blood before it was too much and everything darkened.

A/N:
HOLY SHIT THIS TOOK FOREVER TO WRITE. JESUS ITS LIKE 700 WORDS. RIP MY HANDS. Wow this was painful to write, correct, type, and correct. AAAAGGGGHHH