So it's been awhile since my last post on here. I stopped doing that 30 day photo challenge because it got annoying to a lot of people on Facebook, including me. Since then, I've been so busy with school I haven't really had much time to do anything but freak out about school. Thank baby Jesus that there is only one week left and I really only have 1 final.
Anyway, I've been writing a lot lately. Mostly stupid and fluffy things, but that is besides the point. I'm not posting that junk on here; if you want to read it, find my deviantart account. :) But, I will be posting some new stuff I've written on here--starting now!
I wrote this last night after finding this picture on deviantart. I already had the character in my head because I had been planning on doing this project in the summer. This picture was just too perfect/inspiring for me to not start writing immediately. Anyway, here is the picture.
Awesome, right? You can check out the original here---->link. There's a whole series of zodiac on eyes and they are all equally breath taking. Anyway, here is a little information about what I actually want to do with the summer undertaking.
It's basically a series of interconnecting stories set in space. All stories/chapters are based off of/inspired by 30 Seconds to Mars songs; everything they sing about reminds me of space, which probably why I like them so much. I normally don't do a lot of sci-fi stuff, so this is a real departure for me. It's been fun so far, so I guess it's fair to say that I'm excited to write the subsequent chapters.
So, yeah, here's the first chapter. It's called Capricorn and was based off the 30STM song "Capricorn (A Brand New Name)." Give it a listen below. FUN FACT: this was the first time I realized that Jared Leto was, in fact, gorgeous. How are you 40, Jared Leto? HOW!?
Provehito in Altum: Capricorn
"Where you headed, girl?" he grumbled as she climbed into the cramped cabin.
"As far as you can take me," she said curtly. She had no time for pleasant formalities. "Quickly."
He liked her instantly; after several months of solitude, a female form was a welcome break from the oblivion of empty space. He would have found her beautiful even if she wasn't the first real female companion he had had in months. She was young, no older than twenty at the most. Her skin was bone pale, no doubt the product of living in the darkness of space, and flawlessly smooth. Her hair was long and raven-colored, just like the infinite horizon he spent his days gazing into. It elegantly framed the high, rounded cheek bones of her heart shaped face.
He was fascinated by her eyes the most. They were orbs of pure jade so clear and vibrant they seemed to glow with inner electricity. He could stare at them for hours; when he gazed into them, he felt as though he were staring into the infinite deep in a way he never felt before. They put all of her other exquisite features to shame. Even her soft petal-pink lips, which she was nervously chewing, were of no comparison.
"It's rare I get any hitcher's out here, especially women. Where do you call home?" he asked, attempting to make conversation with this beautiful mystery woman. He idly pushed a few buttons on his touch panel, making the tiny freighter ship vibrate and jolt to life.
She pressed her face to the small portal window and watched as the rocky terrain of the small planet disappeared and blurred beneath her. She exhaled heavily and fell back into the stained seat cushions of her chair. She feared that she was going to die on that miserable little rock.
"I'm from nowhere," she said coldly.
"Oh?" he asked curiously. "You just drifting with the winds then?"
She closed her eyes in exasperation. Her savior was far too chatty for her tastes, but he would have to suffice. "Could we just not talk? I've had a very hard day," she grumbled.
"Sure," he responded, somewhat dismayed over her cold demeanor.
She rested her head against the little window, enjoying the vibrations of the tiny ship as it sped off into the void. Her stomach lurched and rolled tumultuously, still unsettled from her last meal. She winced as the man put his hand on the center control panel, irritated by his proximity to her. She shifted uncomfortable in her chair, positioning her body so that it pointed away from him.
Keep calm, Arinda, she thought frantically. You are still full from your last meal. You need no other nourishment. She could feel the familiar pain, the denied yearning of years of imprisonment, burn in the back of her throat. Not here, not yet. You can make it through this. She felt little beads of sweat forming along her hair line and her breathing had become shallow.
"Are you hot?" he asked, disbelief written plainly on his face. "I don't think I've ever heard of anyone getting hot out here."
He reached over her, making her almost leap out of her skin, and manipulated a few button on the control panel. Cool air began filling the tiny cabin and she was immensely glad of it; it scattered the stale, pungent scent of the man that clung to everything in the small enclosure.
"Thank you," she said flatly.
He eyed her curiously as she pulled the leather jacket she wore off. Her body was thin and elegant even beneath the several layers of dark, insulating fabric she wore. She twisted her fingers together rapidly as she lied with her eyes closed. She seemed to be focusing so intently on something; the pouty look on her face drove him wild.
She gnawed on her bottom lip, making it swell as blood rushed to it. Her face was screwed up with intense concentration, a look of serene frustration shaping the gentle sinews of her face. The twisting of her fingers sped up in a frantic pace; her chest heaved rhythmically as she gasped for breath. In his mind, she was a virginal creature, writhing with its first taste of pleasure.
"Where is the closest place you can drop me?" she groaned through clenched teeth. She could feel the charges gathering in her fingers as she manically twisted and rubbed them together. Just a little long; just hold on a little longer.
"Well, we've just passed the last terrestrial planet a whole back. There are a few rest docks coming up soon. At these speeds, we should be there in about an hour or so."
Her eyes snapped open. "An hour?" she repeated incredulously. "There isn't anywhere closer?"
"I'm afraid not. Out here, things are pretty sparse. What's a matter? Earlier you wanted to go as far as I could take and now you can't wait an hour? Is my company really so unpleasant?"
"No," she answered, her voice shaking with strain. "I don't like small spaces. I feel like I'm locked in a cage."
He smiled wryly at her. "Why would anyone want to lock away that beautiful face of yours?"
She glanced at him from the corner of her eyes. Disgusting, she thought sourly as she took in his appearance for the time. He was a fluid-filled sack, bound in layers of subcutaneous blubber and meat. Layers of dull and dead keratin covered him, almost devoid of pigmentation from his extend stay in darkness. He was small and limp, like a creature you would find in the deep recesses of an ancient sea.
She recognized his species immediately as she took in his dull brown eyes. She felt as though she were looking into the eyes of a corpse; no fire, no pulse, no thought--just an empty vessel. Human, she thought dully. Just my luck. There will be no challenge in this at all.
"You asked me a question about my home earlier," she said sweetly, playing into the man's loneliness and adoration for her. "Do you still want to know?"
"Sure. I love hearing about the lives of the people I pick up."
She placed her nervously twisting hand in her lap gently and took a deep breath. "I am from a planet very far away from the one you call home. Earth, right?"
He nodded his head and smiled. "Damn; I could have sworn you were from Earth. You have a distinctly human shape to you."
"Life on our planets share several evolutionary similarities. We are much the same species in numerous ways.
"My planet is dying. Many of my people abandoned it long ago; I do not know how many of us remain there today or if it is even viable still. When I left, the core was still glowing, but I can feel it in me now...the uncertainty. I'm sure that if it is still there, it hasn't much time left," she said quietly, letting a few crystalline tears drip from her eyes.
"I'm sorry, girl--I don't know you name," he said awkwardly.
"I am called Arinda," she said dully.
"Arinda," he repeated. "That's a lovely name. I'm Michael; I'm sorry about your home, Arinda."
She felt him clap his meaty hand down on her shoulder. She fought the urge to push it away and instead placed her own delicate hand on his. His field was weak, just like all of his mundane species, but it made her mouth water. The burning in her throat was agonizing; she could think only of quenching it.
"Michael," she said softly. "I've been alone out here for so long. You're the first person to show me any kindness. I think if I hadn't met you, I would have died on that miserable little planet." She took his face in her hands, holding him in those hauntingly deep eyes. "Can you take care of me?"
She felt his clumsy hand slide down her shoulder and grasp her breast awkwardly. She felt her stomach churn in utter disgust at the forward advances of this lesser being. But she smiled up at him with soft and warm eyes; she had already won.
Gingerly, she placed her hand on top of his heart, feeling the steady pulse in her palm. She savored in the feeling of her body charging itself slightly as she drew on the electricity emanating from his skin. Michael began to feel his body weaken, his hand no longer able to massage her nubile body. She pushed him off her with contempt.
Before he knew what was happening, she had him on his back on the floor. She stood over him like a stalking tiger, her hand outstretched in front of her, hovering feet above his heart. She smiled as she felt herself made well even by this miniscule amount of energy.
"Humans...you are all same. So trusting, so comfortable in you superiority as a species. Do you know what you are to me? Nothing more than a network of electrical energy, wrapped inside a weak electrical field. But, I do suppose I owe you a thank you; the last human I ate was much smaller than you. I was getting pretty weak from hunger.
"It's unfortunate, really, that Central built my prison so far from everything. I normally don't have to resort to this kind of feeding. I can usually take my power from a generator or a battery--sometimes even from a planet. I was planning on feeding when we landed, but you we're just too big of a temptation for me. Besides, once I dispose of you, I'll have my own ship," she said brightly.
He sputtered feebly, but was unable to form any discernable words. He could feel his heart beat wildly and sporadically inside his chest. His thoughts were becoming foggy and his muscles began to contract on their own as she fed on his electricity. All the time as she drained the life from him, he held her gaze, watching in horror as he saw his inner light fill her eyes. As his lungs captured his last breath, he saw her licking her fingers as though she had just ate a juicy piece of meat.
As she watched what weak and dull light his eyes had leave them, she stretched out her stiff muscles. The little cabin seemed much larger already with him out of the way. Lazily, she put the little ship on autopilot and set about the arduous task of disposing of his body. She sighed, realizing that at the speed she was currently traveling she couldn't dump him into space.
She bent down and grabbed the corpse by the arms and drug him to the back of the small ship. Her stomach rolled as the stench of decaying flesh burnt her nostrils. Hastily, she covered him the best she could with the scraps of cardboard and plastic she found lying on the ground from his past freight runs. Satisfied with her temporary placement of the body, Arinda strolled about the ship's interior.
It was dark and crowded with a low ceiling. Its previous own likely had to hunch over to fit through the passage ways. There were only four chambers to it entirely: the deck, the cargo space, which was by far the largest, the engine room, and the rest quarters. She groaned as she inhaled yet another wave of the previous owner's scent on her bed sheets. When she landed, she was going to have to gut the ship of its furnishings just to make traveling bearable.
As she lied on the tiny bed, her eyes explored the dimly lit room. A few posters were tacked to the walls of women in various suggestive poses. Several receipts for snack foods littered the floor like dried leaves. What a glorious and meaningful existence, she thought sarcastically. She put her arms behind her head idly as she stared at the ceiling, reflecting on everything that had come to happen that day to lead up to her escape.
But she was not truly free; she still bore the shackles of her birthname. She closed her eyes as she tried to conjure up a suitable new name for herself. After several minutes of fruitless reflection, she rolled on to her side. She picked up her pillow and fluffed it, perhaps more aggressively than necessary. As she laid her head back down, the stubborn hard spot still remained. Annoyed, she reached her hand into the case and pulled out a little book with a yellow cover.
Complete Astrological Profile for Capricorns. You've got to be kidding me. She held the book in the feeble light and leafed through it idly. "Capricorn," she out loud to herself as she studied the picture of a goat climbing an impossibly steep mountain. It should have just given up and settled for having reached the heights it did. Instead, it labored forward, never losing sight of its true goal.
She smiled to herself as she tossed the book aside, feeling herself born anew. The weak starlight filtered through her small window, bathing her like the pure waters of a christening. Here, as the cosmos as her witness, was she given the name of Capricorn.
