Post by Astrid on Jan 24, 2012 20:30:10 GMT -8
Well... yesterday I wrote the end of an Astrid death scene, today I wrote the beginning and combined them, thus they seem different and the second half is meh. BUT I'll post anyway ^^ It's 2,165 words so warning!!!
This could be the end of Everything-
“HICCUP! The is the stupidest, most irresponsible idea I’ve EVER heard you utter!” The blonde snarled, shoving away from where she sat beside the teen, giving him a swift punch, her hands angrily on her hips, her eyes flaming.
“It’s only an idea Astrid! No need to act like such a..” It was too late for the scrawny teen to realize his mistake. He gulped, prepared for the full wrath of the blonde teen.
Astrid wasn’t one to disappoint. “What Hiccup? WHAT?! What in the name of Odin’s ghost were you going to call me?” The blonde glared at the boy now attempting to stand up reaching for her hands as if to console her. Astrid would have none of it, ripping her hands away. It had been a tough week for the two, battles had broken out between all sides, witches, werewolves, fairies, demons, vampires, and angels. Astrid had been fighting for her territory, as most battles of the wizards and werewolves preferred it. The two had argued over that and the recent wars that had erupted everywhere. Frustration was rising.
“Astrid wait, it’s just been so stressful, Gothel’s pushing me harder than ever and-“ Hiccup couldn’t find the words, he moved to grip Astrid’s shoulder as she turned away from him. He was treated with a prompt elbow to the gut and a blonde wolf was in the teenage girl’s place. A ripping snarl the only remnants of her as she rushed into the brush in the forest. Hiccup could find his own way home today. The blonde was bristling and growling to herself, a squirrel alerted the forest to her presence, souring her mood even more. She was in what she liked to call a ‘Snotlout mood.’ She just wanted to tear things apart. Except, she had no desire for human flesh. Her teeth snapped to her side, taking out a thin branch from a tree. Another snap and a bird’s half built was upturned from a twig swinging upward. Astrid’s temper was starting to die, her mood becoming more grouchy. She’d return to her den, sleep it off. It might be a day or two before she and Hiccup met again to talk, but she’d amuse herself with hunting, maybe run into Snotlout. Part of her was guilty for letting the one legged teen pick his way over bushes and branches all the way to the black castle. Oh well.
Astrid’s fury had almost completely died down and was now a mere ember. Her lope had become a steady trot and she was reaching ‘home.’ A horrible cry pierced the air. It was not like that of any bird or squirrel and Astrid was chilled to the bone with the familiarity. Mechanically Astrid was running, taking the wrath of the rake of prickly bushes and sharp twigs. She shouldn’t have left him, she shouldn’t have run off. It was getting dark, the clouds were grey, vampires were out seeing as the sun had been hidden. Why had she been so stupid!? Breaking through a particularly heavy bush, Astrid leaped into a small hollow, surrounded by trees. Hiccup was in the middle, tripped, with a bloody nose and a black eye on the way. A ring of a purple bruise around his neck. He wasn’t dead though, his sides heaved and Astrid rushed to his side, momentarily forgetting the attacker at large. She turned him onto his back with her nose, his eyes opened, fear was the first to flash. Than intense fear. Astrid had at first thought he was afraid of her and she let her tongue loll out and ears relax, showing her friendliness. The fear didn’t go away, a twig snapped.
“Vampire.” Hiccup’s hoarse voice was too late and Astrid was toppled over, rolling away from Hiccup. Pressure was on her chest and stomach. A familiar red head sat atop her, an evil smirk on her lips. A spear was held in her hand and it was only inches from Astrid’s throat.
“I never lose.” The vampire chided, and in response to Astrid’s savage growl, pressed the tip of the spear closer to her jugular. Astrid saw the bloodlust in the eyes of the vampire, and twisted, nicking her neck and snapping her jaws around the spear’s pole and tugging. With that, Astrid hopped to her feet, lunging in, for the accustomed wolf tactics. She tore away at the girl’s flesh, a steady stream of blood flowing. Astrid dashed in, closing her jaws around Sakura’s calf, to slow, a kick threw her backwards, a wave of the spear catching her shoulder. Astrid rushed again, leaping and tearing a long gash over Sakura’s throat before leaping down.
The process was repeated the two heading deeper into the forest, Astrid leaping and slashing, Sakura kicking, punching, and stabbing with her spear. Both were cut up, bruising, and in a made rage. And than the two broke into a clearing, and Astrid circling. Her fangs gleamed, red with Sakura’s blood, merciless rage was evident in the cold flames of Astrid’s eyes. She leaped, her jaws parted, head tilted to the side, her elongated canines grazing the jugular of Sakura’s throat. Astrid could feel the blood pumping, the vital of life for all.
Stab. Twist. Release. Astrid gazed ahead in disbelief and fell. The heavy force of her weight on her side caused her to cough up copper tasting blood. A dark smile glinted on Sakura’s lips, as the red head bent down and pulled a small, silvery dagger from Astrid’s abdomen. A hunting knife.
Hiccup’s hunting knife.
Astrid convulsed another spray of blood, and Sakura came down to Astrid’s ear. “I told you wolf, I always win. Your mis-“ But the red head retreated with a cry of outrage, the top of her ear was gone and her collarbone broken. With the other hand, the red head raised the spear, jabbing Astrid between two ribs and pulling out the weapon. “mistake.” Sakura than moved away, flitting into the forest.
This wasn’t how it was supposed to end. Convulsing blood and the stinging pain that came from both wounds. The blood and life leaking out of her. Internal bleeding. It took Astrid all her strength to change, and it was a terrible scream that left her mouth when she did change. The bones changing, the muscles changing, the organs rearranging. It was painful, oh dear gods it was painful. In the best way she could, Astrid curled up feebly, her right hand pressed to the cut in her side, but it was no use. The blood was flowing from the long tear.
This wasn’t how she wanted to go. The cold fear of death was running along her spine. She’d always thought she’d end up in Freya’s place. But now… her doubts about just ending up in a hole in the ground or a crow’s stomach were circling. She’d never lost her faith. Until now. She was bleeding heavily and it seemed harder to breath. In an off way she felt her heart, as if a fist was squeezing it, slowing down the process and constricting its beat. She spluttered more blood from her mouth, was she destined to suffocate in her own blood? Astrid groaned in pain, fear gripping her in a cold blanket. It hadn’t taken everything she had to transform from a werewolf to a human again. Her hair was in a tangle, and beads of sweat formed on her brow as she struggled to hang onto the cliff that meant life. Her body was curled in a weak, feeble position, her abdomen ripped open, her eyes tearing at the corners as the dizziness of blood loss and the stinging of air on the wide open wound. For once in her life, Astrid’s cold blue eyes had the image of fear in their reflection, so plain on the cloudy eyes. Life was clearly retreating, and the once glossy, fiery shine to her eyes was giving way to the shadow of death lurking above. Coherent thoughts were hard to come by in her head.
I’m dying...
I’m dying.
It was repetitive. Astrid closed her eyes, and exhaled, it was her plan that if she was going to die, she was going to die, death wouldn’t take her. She just had to come to terms with it. It was easier said than done. Her body was continuously shaking, convulsions of blood came repeatedly. One hand was trying to stop the flow of blood in her abdomen, but it was hidden by the red pool of blood around it. Each breath taking more of the life essence from her, her body was letting go. Astrid bit on her lip, refusing to let a tear spill from her red eyes. Her breathing was ragged, her body shaking as if the temperature were below zero.
“Astrid… oh gods.. No. No no no.” A familiar voice. A groan sounded from Astrid and the tempo of feet coming towards her increased. Why did Hiccup have to see her like this? Why couldn’t he just leave, just think she’d run off home or gone missing? Why did he have to know? A hand tenderly reached under her knotted hair, lifting her head to his lap, another hand on her side, pressed over the hand trying to stem the relentless flow of red. It felt as if she wasn’t the only one shaking now.
A groan left Astrid involuntarily as she lifted her eyes, squinting to make out his face. “Why don’t you just go.” Her voice was a hoarse growl, bitter and sad. A humorless, silent chuckle bounced Hiccup and a chocked ‘heh heh’ came out. Astrid didn’t find it funny. Two damp drops were registered in her blurry mind, the two assailants being on her cheek. Oh gods was she crying? Not in front of him… she wasn’t going to go out like that. But it wasn’t her, it was Hiccup. She knew as her eyes re opened and looked at him.
She was making him cry. Another emotional stab of guilt added to the literal stab in the gut. Hiccup didn’t reply with his usual sarcasm. “I wouldn’t leave. You know that.” Another tear. She really was dying. She faintly remembered a thought when with Hiccup one day… How she’d be worried if he didn’t use sarcasm anymore. He wasn’t using it now, and worry she did. In the movies, it always showed the one dying at peace, in the face of their loved ones calm and saying how this was somehow meant to happen. How it would inspire the protagonist forward. Astrid was not that girl, not that image. If she had been, she knew Hiccup wouldn’t have bought it for a second. Her thoughts of her death before were surreal. Like she was trying to convince herself. It was a hard fact now. A blow to the chest, a steel grip closing in on her heart, clenching her stomach. One tear made a steady stream down her cheek, and Astrid made a chocked snarl in defiance to it.
“Oh gods… Astrid are you crying?” She heard the horror in his voice. She could never recall crying in front of anyone before.
“No. Shuddup.” Her voice slurred as a rush of dizziness came over her. Turning her head she spat out more blood, curling in on herself more. Or at least trying, Hiccup prevented her from turning away from him. “Hiccup. I’m sorry.” She could only imagine the bewildered look on his face. She also never recalled apologizing. For anything.
His lips pressed briefly to hers. It was the first time he kissed her. Talk about bittersweet moments. Even more so bittersweet for Astrid. It wasn’t a happy kiss. It was a clear goodbye. Another hard hit of reality. She took the kiss as an –I forgive you.-
“I’m so sorry. It’s just… Hiccup I” He shushed her. Had Astrid had more strength in her at that moment she’d punch him. No one shushed her. “No Hiccup, I NEED to say it. HiccupIL-I-I-I-I” Her voice continued to stutter a violent shake passing through Astrid’s spine. She’d never doubted the Viking religion but terror and sadness flashed through her, and she squeezed her eyes closed. Hiccup couldn’t see the last emotions flickering through her eyes, they weren’t the ones she’d wanted to tell him. Astrid sucked in a breath, defying the usual ‘exhale’ of death. She was holding on, but her body could no longer hold that cliff.
Falling. It was just like that. The fall you get leaning back to far in your chair, and catching yourself. Just extended. The helium in her stomach was back. And everything went black.
And in the real world as the red headed teen looked down at the blonde, now deathly pale and red with blood. A water tear at the edge of her eye. It refused to fall, defying the hand of death that wanted to consume it.
This could be the end of Everything-
“HICCUP! The is the stupidest, most irresponsible idea I’ve EVER heard you utter!” The blonde snarled, shoving away from where she sat beside the teen, giving him a swift punch, her hands angrily on her hips, her eyes flaming.
“It’s only an idea Astrid! No need to act like such a..” It was too late for the scrawny teen to realize his mistake. He gulped, prepared for the full wrath of the blonde teen.
Astrid wasn’t one to disappoint. “What Hiccup? WHAT?! What in the name of Odin’s ghost were you going to call me?” The blonde glared at the boy now attempting to stand up reaching for her hands as if to console her. Astrid would have none of it, ripping her hands away. It had been a tough week for the two, battles had broken out between all sides, witches, werewolves, fairies, demons, vampires, and angels. Astrid had been fighting for her territory, as most battles of the wizards and werewolves preferred it. The two had argued over that and the recent wars that had erupted everywhere. Frustration was rising.
“Astrid wait, it’s just been so stressful, Gothel’s pushing me harder than ever and-“ Hiccup couldn’t find the words, he moved to grip Astrid’s shoulder as she turned away from him. He was treated with a prompt elbow to the gut and a blonde wolf was in the teenage girl’s place. A ripping snarl the only remnants of her as she rushed into the brush in the forest. Hiccup could find his own way home today. The blonde was bristling and growling to herself, a squirrel alerted the forest to her presence, souring her mood even more. She was in what she liked to call a ‘Snotlout mood.’ She just wanted to tear things apart. Except, she had no desire for human flesh. Her teeth snapped to her side, taking out a thin branch from a tree. Another snap and a bird’s half built was upturned from a twig swinging upward. Astrid’s temper was starting to die, her mood becoming more grouchy. She’d return to her den, sleep it off. It might be a day or two before she and Hiccup met again to talk, but she’d amuse herself with hunting, maybe run into Snotlout. Part of her was guilty for letting the one legged teen pick his way over bushes and branches all the way to the black castle. Oh well.
Astrid’s fury had almost completely died down and was now a mere ember. Her lope had become a steady trot and she was reaching ‘home.’ A horrible cry pierced the air. It was not like that of any bird or squirrel and Astrid was chilled to the bone with the familiarity. Mechanically Astrid was running, taking the wrath of the rake of prickly bushes and sharp twigs. She shouldn’t have left him, she shouldn’t have run off. It was getting dark, the clouds were grey, vampires were out seeing as the sun had been hidden. Why had she been so stupid!? Breaking through a particularly heavy bush, Astrid leaped into a small hollow, surrounded by trees. Hiccup was in the middle, tripped, with a bloody nose and a black eye on the way. A ring of a purple bruise around his neck. He wasn’t dead though, his sides heaved and Astrid rushed to his side, momentarily forgetting the attacker at large. She turned him onto his back with her nose, his eyes opened, fear was the first to flash. Than intense fear. Astrid had at first thought he was afraid of her and she let her tongue loll out and ears relax, showing her friendliness. The fear didn’t go away, a twig snapped.
“Vampire.” Hiccup’s hoarse voice was too late and Astrid was toppled over, rolling away from Hiccup. Pressure was on her chest and stomach. A familiar red head sat atop her, an evil smirk on her lips. A spear was held in her hand and it was only inches from Astrid’s throat.
“I never lose.” The vampire chided, and in response to Astrid’s savage growl, pressed the tip of the spear closer to her jugular. Astrid saw the bloodlust in the eyes of the vampire, and twisted, nicking her neck and snapping her jaws around the spear’s pole and tugging. With that, Astrid hopped to her feet, lunging in, for the accustomed wolf tactics. She tore away at the girl’s flesh, a steady stream of blood flowing. Astrid dashed in, closing her jaws around Sakura’s calf, to slow, a kick threw her backwards, a wave of the spear catching her shoulder. Astrid rushed again, leaping and tearing a long gash over Sakura’s throat before leaping down.
The process was repeated the two heading deeper into the forest, Astrid leaping and slashing, Sakura kicking, punching, and stabbing with her spear. Both were cut up, bruising, and in a made rage. And than the two broke into a clearing, and Astrid circling. Her fangs gleamed, red with Sakura’s blood, merciless rage was evident in the cold flames of Astrid’s eyes. She leaped, her jaws parted, head tilted to the side, her elongated canines grazing the jugular of Sakura’s throat. Astrid could feel the blood pumping, the vital of life for all.
Stab. Twist. Release. Astrid gazed ahead in disbelief and fell. The heavy force of her weight on her side caused her to cough up copper tasting blood. A dark smile glinted on Sakura’s lips, as the red head bent down and pulled a small, silvery dagger from Astrid’s abdomen. A hunting knife.
Hiccup’s hunting knife.
Astrid convulsed another spray of blood, and Sakura came down to Astrid’s ear. “I told you wolf, I always win. Your mis-“ But the red head retreated with a cry of outrage, the top of her ear was gone and her collarbone broken. With the other hand, the red head raised the spear, jabbing Astrid between two ribs and pulling out the weapon. “mistake.” Sakura than moved away, flitting into the forest.
This wasn’t how it was supposed to end. Convulsing blood and the stinging pain that came from both wounds. The blood and life leaking out of her. Internal bleeding. It took Astrid all her strength to change, and it was a terrible scream that left her mouth when she did change. The bones changing, the muscles changing, the organs rearranging. It was painful, oh dear gods it was painful. In the best way she could, Astrid curled up feebly, her right hand pressed to the cut in her side, but it was no use. The blood was flowing from the long tear.
This wasn’t how she wanted to go. The cold fear of death was running along her spine. She’d always thought she’d end up in Freya’s place. But now… her doubts about just ending up in a hole in the ground or a crow’s stomach were circling. She’d never lost her faith. Until now. She was bleeding heavily and it seemed harder to breath. In an off way she felt her heart, as if a fist was squeezing it, slowing down the process and constricting its beat. She spluttered more blood from her mouth, was she destined to suffocate in her own blood? Astrid groaned in pain, fear gripping her in a cold blanket. It hadn’t taken everything she had to transform from a werewolf to a human again. Her hair was in a tangle, and beads of sweat formed on her brow as she struggled to hang onto the cliff that meant life. Her body was curled in a weak, feeble position, her abdomen ripped open, her eyes tearing at the corners as the dizziness of blood loss and the stinging of air on the wide open wound. For once in her life, Astrid’s cold blue eyes had the image of fear in their reflection, so plain on the cloudy eyes. Life was clearly retreating, and the once glossy, fiery shine to her eyes was giving way to the shadow of death lurking above. Coherent thoughts were hard to come by in her head.
I’m dying...
I’m dying.
It was repetitive. Astrid closed her eyes, and exhaled, it was her plan that if she was going to die, she was going to die, death wouldn’t take her. She just had to come to terms with it. It was easier said than done. Her body was continuously shaking, convulsions of blood came repeatedly. One hand was trying to stop the flow of blood in her abdomen, but it was hidden by the red pool of blood around it. Each breath taking more of the life essence from her, her body was letting go. Astrid bit on her lip, refusing to let a tear spill from her red eyes. Her breathing was ragged, her body shaking as if the temperature were below zero.
“Astrid… oh gods.. No. No no no.” A familiar voice. A groan sounded from Astrid and the tempo of feet coming towards her increased. Why did Hiccup have to see her like this? Why couldn’t he just leave, just think she’d run off home or gone missing? Why did he have to know? A hand tenderly reached under her knotted hair, lifting her head to his lap, another hand on her side, pressed over the hand trying to stem the relentless flow of red. It felt as if she wasn’t the only one shaking now.
A groan left Astrid involuntarily as she lifted her eyes, squinting to make out his face. “Why don’t you just go.” Her voice was a hoarse growl, bitter and sad. A humorless, silent chuckle bounced Hiccup and a chocked ‘heh heh’ came out. Astrid didn’t find it funny. Two damp drops were registered in her blurry mind, the two assailants being on her cheek. Oh gods was she crying? Not in front of him… she wasn’t going to go out like that. But it wasn’t her, it was Hiccup. She knew as her eyes re opened and looked at him.
She was making him cry. Another emotional stab of guilt added to the literal stab in the gut. Hiccup didn’t reply with his usual sarcasm. “I wouldn’t leave. You know that.” Another tear. She really was dying. She faintly remembered a thought when with Hiccup one day… How she’d be worried if he didn’t use sarcasm anymore. He wasn’t using it now, and worry she did. In the movies, it always showed the one dying at peace, in the face of their loved ones calm and saying how this was somehow meant to happen. How it would inspire the protagonist forward. Astrid was not that girl, not that image. If she had been, she knew Hiccup wouldn’t have bought it for a second. Her thoughts of her death before were surreal. Like she was trying to convince herself. It was a hard fact now. A blow to the chest, a steel grip closing in on her heart, clenching her stomach. One tear made a steady stream down her cheek, and Astrid made a chocked snarl in defiance to it.
“Oh gods… Astrid are you crying?” She heard the horror in his voice. She could never recall crying in front of anyone before.
“No. Shuddup.” Her voice slurred as a rush of dizziness came over her. Turning her head she spat out more blood, curling in on herself more. Or at least trying, Hiccup prevented her from turning away from him. “Hiccup. I’m sorry.” She could only imagine the bewildered look on his face. She also never recalled apologizing. For anything.
His lips pressed briefly to hers. It was the first time he kissed her. Talk about bittersweet moments. Even more so bittersweet for Astrid. It wasn’t a happy kiss. It was a clear goodbye. Another hard hit of reality. She took the kiss as an –I forgive you.-
“I’m so sorry. It’s just… Hiccup I” He shushed her. Had Astrid had more strength in her at that moment she’d punch him. No one shushed her. “No Hiccup, I NEED to say it. HiccupIL-I-I-I-I” Her voice continued to stutter a violent shake passing through Astrid’s spine. She’d never doubted the Viking religion but terror and sadness flashed through her, and she squeezed her eyes closed. Hiccup couldn’t see the last emotions flickering through her eyes, they weren’t the ones she’d wanted to tell him. Astrid sucked in a breath, defying the usual ‘exhale’ of death. She was holding on, but her body could no longer hold that cliff.
Falling. It was just like that. The fall you get leaning back to far in your chair, and catching yourself. Just extended. The helium in her stomach was back. And everything went black.
And in the real world as the red headed teen looked down at the blonde, now deathly pale and red with blood. A water tear at the edge of her eye. It refused to fall, defying the hand of death that wanted to consume it.
And yus, the fluffiez x3 And it basically takes place after Flynn and Rapunzel get to know one another more ^.~