One Small Knock

You hear a knock. Just one small knock. It sounds like it's from a door. But when you check all your doors, no one's there. At first, you think you're just mistaken - hearing things. The knocks are not that frequent, happening several days apart. You are not worried. This is nothing.

But then you notice them more, louder even. Maybe it's neighbor kids playing pranks. You still can't catch them though. No one's at the door.

You hear a knock, but no one's at any door.

Then you start to notice that you hear the knocks at unusual places. Like in your car, or at the store. you're sure you hear these knocks from a door, but there's no door around.

You start to think you're slowly losing your mind.

You hear that one Knock, and go frantically looking behind every door. Even the closets. But still, no one's there.

Your friends and family are worried about you. They don't hear the Knock, and so when you run around looking through all the door – they think you've completely lost it. These “fits,” as they call them, drive them away. They don't visit, and rarely call.

You feel lonely.

Are they right?

Are you crazy?

This Knock, this one small Knock is ruining your life.

You truly become obsessed. you must find where the Knock is coming from. Find who is causing such torment to you.

So you rarely leave the house. You skip work. You barely eat; you barely sleep, and when you do the Knock is in your dreams. You can't find the door there either.

You hear the Knock multiple times a day now. Your emotional state is so fragile you break into tears or go into a rage every time you hear the Knock.

Then, you start ignoring the Knock. When you hear it you start shouting at it, or crying. Saying your done with it. You won't heed to it anymore. It can't make you dance one more day.

The next day, there are no knocks.

You sit in a chair, curled up and paranoid. Waiting, just waiting to hear the Knock.

But it doesn't come.

Three o'clock rolls around and you start to believe the Knock is gone.

You wait another hour and still, nothing.

Elated, you jump up and cheer. You run around the house telling off all the doors.

It suddenly hits you, you're free.

The Knock had forced you into solitude, caged you in your house. Now you are free. You can live your life again.

You order food. You take a shower. You turn on the radio to your favorite station and sing and dance.

You eat your food in quiet peace in your kitchen. Delivery had never tasted so good.

As you like your plate clean you hear something.

You pause.

Silence.

Then . . .

One.

Small.

Knock.

You're senses suddenly leave you, you have no sanity left now.

Running through the house, you pull open every door. Crying. Screaming.

Mass hysteria is an understatement.

You tightly grasp the bathroom doorknob, and nearly pull your shoulder out opening it.

You freeze.

A person.

There's a person there.

“I've finally found you.”

OWS - Part 5

So now we're caught up . . . suggest whatever comes to mind! Even if it doesn't answer the question, I'll still consider it.

PART 5

“You’re … Rhys?” Black-Out muttered, seemingly staring at the boy.

“Will saying it again really help you understand? Yes, I am Rhys,” he said again.

“D***!” the bodiless man shouted, stomping away with arms in the air continuing to spout obscenities.

Rhys and Psy watched him for a few minutes until he was calmed down enough to walk back over to them with a leveled voice.

“So you’re Rhys Jones …” Black-Out muttered, “Someday to decide to play SWITCH on us!”

“Black-Out, calm down. Either way we still want him. Alwyn or not,” Psy placed a hand on his companion’s shoulder.

Rhys let out a nervous chuckle, “What do you want me for?”

A shiver ran down his spine as Psy gave him a small, yet unnerving smile.

********

Alwyn awkwardly held on tightly to Lilac’s waist as they rode down the street on her purple moped.

“Cyan is waiting for us at an abandoned house a few miles from here, he’s going to give us a ride to Caanadern,” Lilac had explained.

He didn’t like the idea of going to some strange, unheard of place with some strange-er girl with slightly puzzling and freaky powers.

But at least he was going with her and not the evil looking dude that was part of The Council of Catastrophe.

That seemed a lot worse.

Alwyn hoped that Lilac’s friend had collected Rhys and was already there to meet them.
The alternative  was not favorable.

“We’re coming up on the house!” Lilac suddenly shouted, not cause the surrounding noises were loud, but for the excitement that this brought her. Sadly, Alwyn didn’t share her excitement.

The purple-out’ed girl pulled into the drive way of poorly maintained old house. It looked like a fire had occurred in the garage and the paint was so dirty and crinkled Alwyn could only guess it might have been a blue.

“Hey, Cyan! We’re here!” Lilac called out, walking towards the side door. There were some hurried footsteps from inside and the door flung open with a loud creak.

“Did you get them?!” a thinnish young man wearing a bright blue shirt asked, looking every eager and excited. He smiled at Alwyn and moved for them to enter.

“Name’s Cyan,” he grabbed Alwyn’s hand and shook it, seeming to examine the boy up and down, and even walked around him after he’d released his hand.

“I’m Alwyn …” Alwyn carefully stepped past him into the house and stood by Lilac.

“Wait …” Cyan’s smile slipped, “You’re Alwyn? I thought you were fetching Rhys Lilac?”

“They went and switched on us today,” Lilac sighed, putting her hands up and shrugging. “Nothing we could do.”

“Do you think Pine got Al- … I mean Rhys?” Cyan asked, walking past them into what seemed like the kitchen.

Lilac shrugged, “I don’t know. I haven’t seen or heard from him. We’ll have to wait.”
“Wait here?” Alwyn asked, not too found of the idea of sitting inside a hazard danger.

Cyan opened a cooler that was set over by the torn out sink, and after rummaging through it he pulled out three bottles of soda.

“You like Orange Creme soda, Alwyn?” Cyan asked, holding up one of the bottles. Alwyn nodded, and then gratefully accepted the soda with a nod and thank you.

Cyan had a Blue Creme Soda.

While Lilac gulped down a Grape soda.

Alwyn was starting to notice a trend among these people.

“So …” he started after they’d all finished their soda, “How long do you think we’re going to have to wait?”

Cyan shrugged and sat in a fold-able chair that looked like they’d brought it in, “Who knows. Pine could be drinking off and taking his time, or the CoC are giving him a hard time. Which could mean …” he stopped, obviously starting to worry that it was the case.

“Pine can handle just about anyone the CoC and dish out,” Lilac said, standing tall and hands on hips.

“Cept Psy,” Cyan pointed out, “Then he’s screwed. None of us can take him on.”

The two color coordinated people suddenly had dark expressions and stared at the floor. The new tension did not settle well with Alwyn.

“So …” he started again, trying to break the pressuring silence, “How are we getting to Caanadern?” He hadn’t seen any other vehicle on the premises and Lilac’s little moped couldn’t carry more then two.

At this Cyan smiled a bit, “Why, the only way you can.”

Alwyn raised an eyebrow, “Which is? …”

Yes, how people? HOW?! XD Also, what are Cyan’s powers? >3
I’m sure you’ve at least noticed the trend, right? Their “code names” coincide with colors. XD Lilac = purple, Cyan = light, bright blue. The color is also kinda linked to their power. Big possibilities here. ;D

OWS - Part 4

PART 4

“… Caanadern to see our leader.”

“Your … leader?” Alwyn asked.

“Don’t worry, he’s nice. And hopefully he can help you out,” Lilac pulled out some keys from a pocket somewhere and jingled them.

“What exactly do I need help with?”

“He’ll explain THAT, too,” she smiled back at him.

‘Something just seems … off,’ Alwyn thought to himself as they continued to walk, now in the school parking lot. Whether it was the girl, or the strange man, or just the whole situation … Alwyn didn’t like it. Surprises where not his thing, anything sudden and unknown scared him.

So this definitely terrified him.

‘I hope Rhys is alright,’ Alwyn thought.

*************************************************

Rhys lay on the ground.

In pain, confused, and slightly amazed.

But he didn’t have time for that. ONE of them had won, and was now making his way over to him.

Rhys shakily stood up, clutching his ribs.

“You’re coming with me now, Alwyn Jones,” the young man said, wiping blood from his nose.

“Doesn’t look like I’ve got much of a choice, specially after you two fought over me. I’m the prize, no?” Rhys glared at the young man in white who chuckled at his comment.

“You really shouldn’t be so malice towards me, I’m your friend.”

Rhys snorted, “Right … because I know and trust you SO well.”

The young man stared at Rhys for a few moments, looking him in the eyes, trying to decide the best way to deal with him.

“I know what you just saw was strange, and unexplainable,” he began, “and you don’t trust me, but I need you to come to me.”

“Again, no choice.”

“How about, we start over?” the man in white asked, holding out his hand. “I am Psy.”
Rhys didn’t move to take his hand, but he relaxed, feeling maybe he could trust this person.

“I don’t know what’s going on, so I’ll have to trust you … for now,” Rhys said, finally taking the young man’s hand.

“You’ll understand everything after we get you back to head quarters.”

“And where’s that?”

“It’s a secret of course,” the young man winked, and looked around, “Hopefully my companion got your brother, we should go and meet up with them at HQ.”

“Alwyn is involved, too?” Rhys asked, shocked.

“Alwyn?” the young man looked at Rhys … now confused. “Aren’t YOU Alwyn?”

“Psy!” someone suddenly called out.

They both turned to see a tall figure in a big trench coat stagger towards them.

“Black-Out? What happened?” Psy asked, running to his companion.

“Lilac happened,” Black-Out hissed. “She got the boy …”

“Who’s got Alwyn?!” Now Rhys was alarmed. The OTHER people had his brother.

“Wait …” Black-Out began, but Psy cut him off with a wave of his hand.

“Are you not Alwyn?” he asked again.

“… no,” Rhys swallowed,  “I’m actually Rhys.”

OWS - Part 3

PART 3

… a tall figure in a long trench coat. Along with a big hat, scarf, boots, and gloves. The only thing you could see of the man, if it was a man, was his eyes. Bright, silver eyes.

‘He’s not on the team either,’ Alwyn thought, and made to step around him widely. But what can only be called darkness began to burst from under the figures clothing and everything around Alwyn suddenly disappeared. The other players, the tennis courts, the strange girl.

All gone.

Except the figure in the trench coat.

Alwyn stared dumbly at the person who stood not ten yards away, though it was the only thing that he could see, everywhere else was just … black. No, not black. Black would imply that light was bouncing off of something that was black. It was more like … nothing. There was really nothing.

“Rhys Jones,” a voice emitted from the direction of the cloaked figure.

Alwyn gulped, eyes wide, breaths quickening, and thought, ‘Either I collapsed from a nervous 
break down and am hallucinating, or … this is … actually happening …’

“The Council of Catastrophe has deemed you a threat.”

‘Definetly hallucinating from a nervous break down.”

“Either you join us, or get obliterated. Decide!”

Alwyn shivered from the malice laced in the voice. ‘Ignore him,’ he reasoned, ‘you need to wake up.’  The situation was pretty crazy, so Alwyn skipped pinching himself and full on smacked himself in the face instead.

“AaaaaAAAAH!” he cried, crouching down and holding his now red and throbbing cheek. “It hurt!”

“Of course … that’s what happens when you randomly and insanely slap your face,” the voice stated, there was a hint of confusion in it. Alwyn’s actions didn’t make sense to the thing that was trying to terrorize him. They didn’t make sense to Alwyn either.

“That shouldn’t have hurt … right? I’m dreaming … right? Right?!” Alwyn whispered, truly beginning to panic.

“This always happens,” the voice actually sighed. “Look, my powers are freaky, deal. I’m here. You’re here. And this is happening.”

Alwyn looked up at the figure and chuckled nervously, “Danger … wrong place, right time.”
“Boy! I need you to make a choice! I can’t do anything until you make a choice!” Alwyn felt the place shake, and he almost lost his balance.

But then a hand landed on his shoulder and kept him stable.

“Purple nail polish?” Alwyn looked back at who the colored finger nails were attached to, and there she was. The strange girl.

‘I need to know her name …’ Alwyn randomly decided. It was something he’d rather know then whatever the figure was. He had certainly collapsed from a nervous break down. No way this was real.

“Leave him alone, Black-Out,” she said, a confident smile on her face. Which, to Alwyn, seemed inappropriate for the situation.

“I have orders to bring you in, Lilac.”

‘So that’s her name.”

“I have a warrant out from the CC?” she seemed excited about it, something that Alwyn also thought was not appropriate for the situation. “Well, you won’t catch me.”

Purple sparks flew at Black-Out and exploded across his chest, causing him to stumble back.

Alwyn quite audibly gasped.

“You’re really going to have to get used to these sort of things,” Lilac patted his back, then grabbed his hand. “Hold on tight.”

“Wait, why …” Alwyn began, but he was suddenly blinded by a flash of light.

He kept his eyes shut tightly, not sure he wanted to open them and see what was happening.

He had experienced enough crazy things today, Alwyn didn’t want to see more.

“Alwyn,” Lilac whispered softly, gently lifting his chin up. Alwyn barely peeked out at the girl, and then widely opened his eyes once he noticed that she was standing on ground. And he could see it. The green grass! It was there again!

“I … I … I need to go find Rhys,” he blurted, and started running towards the soccer field. But Lilac grabbed his arm again and stopped him. She had surprising strength for he build and size.

“Don’t worry about Rhys, he’s safe for now,” she said, then began to drag Alwyn in the opposite direction.

“Wait, wait! How do you know? What if that thing comes back to get …” Alwyn started shouting off, but Lilac covered his mouth with her hand.

“Black-Out isn’t a problem right now, he’s no match for me, and he knows this. So he’ll go back to his comrades and they’ll send someone else,” she explained. Again, she was serious. She looked serious, she sounded serious, she radiated serious.

‘I’m not hallucinating,’ Alwyn finally realized.

“Someone else was sent to get Rhys, so don’t worry, he’ll be safe, too. And that’s why you have to come with me, so you can continue to be safe.” Lilac nodded her head for emphasis, and then began to lead Alwyn again.

“Where are we going?” Alwyn asked, giving in. No matter how weird this seemed to him, it was real. And the best thing to do was just go with it. And ask questions to hopefully explain things.

Lilac smiled back at him.

“I’m taking you to …”

OWS - Part 2

PART 2

… to make themselves live each others lives every other day.

At first they thought this would be a wonderful idea, a way for them to become closer.
Unbeknownst to them the trouble they’d get themselves into, the hardship, the danger, and adventure.

And this is where we will begin our tale, of Alwyn and Rhys, and how they saved the world.

******

Alwyn looked in the long mirror in the boy’s locker room, feeling odd out of his soccor uniform, and dressed in Rhys’ tennis one. He rolled his shoulders in the polo shirt, and flipped up the collar. But he just couldn’t feel comfortable in it.

“You can’t play with your collar popped,” Rhys laughed from behind him. His brother was sitting on the bench lacing up his soccer cleats, the shoes he should have been wearing instead of the white tennis shoes he had on.

“I have decided that I hate polo shirts,” Alwyn muttered, fixing the collar back down.

“They’re not that bad,” Rhys said, coming up behind his brother and patted his shoulder.

“They’re nice, and still loose enough to play in. You ready?”

Alwyn nodded, picking up Rhys’ tennis bag and hefting it on his shoulder. His twin grabbed his soccer bag and did the same.

“Let’s go then!” Rhys smiled, he was confident and excited about taking Alwyn’s spot for the day. But Alwyn, he’d been nervous and jumpy all day. Even though they’d studied each others day for a week before, Alwyn just wasn’t as excited as his brother. He liked doing his own stuff, his own classes and friends. And his own sport.

Tennis, was not his sport.

Alwyn could play it for sure, his reflexes and stamina from soccer were great for the court, his only problem was swinging the racket. Rhys said he’d learned well enough, but Alwyn still felt nervous about hitting the ball right.

“See ya Rhys!” Rhys winked, and ran off towards the soccer field. Alwyn watched him go for a few seconds before heading over to the tennis courts.

Withholding his uneasiness, Alwyn smiled and greeted the other players by name. He’d memorized their faces over the last few days, and that was the only thing he felt confident about.

‘I can’t believe we’re doing this … ‘  Alwyn thought as he began to stretch.

“Hey.”

Alwyn started, and looked up with a forced smile.

“Hello,” he said. The girl was someone he’d never seen before, and she certainly wasn’t on the boy’s tennis team. She looked about seventeen and was dressed in a little black and purple dress that ended a few inches above her knees, along with black socks that went a few inches below her knees.

“Can I help you?” he asked, after she hadn’t replied. The girl smiled and brushed away a lock of her long black hair from her face.

“Why yes, you can,” she said, and bent down so her face was level with his. “You’re actually Alwyn, right?”

Inside, poor Alwyn’s heart jumped in his throat, but outside he just kept smiling. “Nice try, but … I’m Rhys.”

The girl shook her head, “No way … you’re Alwyn alright. And that means you’re in danger.”

“I … I’m in danger?” Alwyn chuckled nervously.

“Yes, you’re in the wrong place at the right time,” the girl said.

Alwyn raised an eyebrow, pondering her wordage.

“The wrong place at the right time? What’s that supposed to mean?” he asked.

“It means that you are in the wrong place, but at the right time,” the girl kept a straight face, she seemed serious, and not messing with him.

“That’s interesting, and philosophical, and any other time I’d loved to discuss it with you but … I’ve got a practice to get to,” Alwyn stood, picking up his racket and began to walk past the girl.

“Wait!” she grabbed his arm and looked right into his eyes. “You aren’t going to be able to go to practice today.”

“Why?” Alwyn was beginning to feel creeped out and he wanted nothing more then to get away from this strange girl. “What could possible keep me from . . .”

And that was when Alwyn looked forward and saw …

To Share, OWS - Part 1

I want to share some writing on here, but I’m not sure about sharing my big projects. But I have some not so big and serious ones that are really just for fun and exercise. They’re not really ones I plan on publishing so I feel better posting them on the internet. Cause yes, I’m quite paranoid about people stealing my work. But, if someone stole these “Writing Work-Outs” it’s no big deal. Though they still deserve to be punched in the face if they do.

SO! Anyway, the one I’m going to start posting now was something I actually started on facebook. I wrote a little, then had people suggest what to do next and I’d HAVE to incorporate it into the story. This is supposed to challenge my writing. Writing things that I would not have thought of or done, and still make the story flow no matter how random or insane some of the ideas may have been.

I already have a good amount of writing on these though, so I will just post the first parts first, after that I’ll start asking for input from who ever, just leave a suggestion in the comments. I'm also doing this on my tumblr account (ae-bezzant.tumblr.com) though I really don't expect my writing to go far there, that's what this blog is for though, pure writing.

Thanks for actually reading all that. LOL I’m long winded, so you better get used to it.


Without further delay, here is my Odd Weird Story (or OWS for short):

PART 1

Alwyn and Rhys are brothers. Twin brothers to be exact, of the identical look-a-like kind. They love to have fun switching around, and playing “Guess which brother!” At least … they used to. Being in High School one gets a sense of maturity, growing up; and so the twins didn’t switch as much as they did before. Besides, no one could guess correctly without blind luck anyway. Though it became easier to tell them apart  for upon entering High School, they both tried out for different sports. Alwyn played on the varsity soccer team, while Rhys played second seat for the tennis team. Then Rhys joined the French club, while Alwyn participated in the Art club. Gradually, they began to like and do different stuff from each other, and they didn’t like that.

So the two debated and decided that together they would do …

My Passion

Some of my friends have said, "You need to blog Ariel!" . . . Maybe not in those exact words, but still - blog.

Blogging is writing.

I love writing.

I may like blogging.

So, here I made one . . . I'll be testing the waters a bit I guess, with posting stuff and what not. But I don't expect anything big to come of this. There is no harm in trying though, right? Right.

I will try then.

This will be a writing blog. Because that is what I do and love. Writing. Not the most original sounding with all the others out there, but I've been writing since elementary school and I do it for the pure purpose to write and share it with others. If I don't write, I am not alive, I do not have purpose, and I have nothing.

Dramatic? Maybe . . . but no matter what I can always fall back to my writing, it is always there for me - waiting for our affair to continue. And even if no one else likes it, or I never get published, I still have something to be proud of and I can always read it and smile. Even if it is horrible High School writing, and I find the actual writing terrible, I'm still in love with it.

So let's see how this blogging goes for me . . . it may do nothing, it may help, it may even gain sudden popularity when I become a published author.

But that's down the road, years to come. And right now . . . I'm going to write.