Creative Writing discussion

When Night reached the school, his friends were waiting by the statue of the Warrior. He slowed as he approached because he noticed that standing with them was the new guy who had transferred in from Maine. "What's he doing here?" Night asked Joey, his best friend. "Just chillin with us, he seems OK." Night noticed the new guy was eying his arm. He caught the others eye and raised his eyebrow in a question. "Hey, my names Night, yours?" "Barrett. Nice ink. Mean anything"

Night stepped into his AP English class, and felt another wave of pain begin, he must have looked terrible because Mr.Anderson stepped towards him, and asked if he was OK.Night shook his head no, and Mr. Anderson told him to go to the nurses office. Night stepped out of class and made his way down the hall; but he stopped in the bathroom not the nurses office. He stepped over to the row of sinks and ran cold water down his arm.
As the cool water soothed the heat, he wondered why he had ever let his Uncle Randy talk him into getting the tattoo in the first place. That night a year ago was still fogged in his head. But he remembered the words his uncle had used: "The pen is mightier than the sword, and wielding of it changes the world." "Yeah, it changes things alright." Night told his reflection.

Night looked closly at his arm, realising that something was differnt, the tip of the tatto was changing from black to red. He cringed in pain. He didnt know what to do and what was happening, but he had a feeling that new kid had something to do with it. It sounded crazy, he knew, but it felt right.

Barrett had watched Night leave the classroom, and asked Mr. Anderson if he could go make sure Night was OK. As he stepped out the door, he watched Night enter the bathroom. He followed and as he pushed open the door he heard Nights remark; "It changes everything." Night had no idea how true that was. "Hey man, you OK?" He stood very still as Night spun around and his eyes... man his eyes were like twin burning spots of coal, they were so dark. He was going to have to move faster than the Hirð Oldunga had planned. Sometimes it did not pay to be a Penni' and this was one of them. "Night I need to talk to you and this is not the place to do it." Will you come with me, if I promise to give you answers?"

"The only difference between us is I know what it means and you do not. The marks are raging to be released and you need to learn fast how to control yours." Night Barret's voice but the words were lost in the maelstrom of his mind. His arm was beginning to tingle like he had slept on it. "Point your hand at the wall and let go of your thoughts." Barret tole him. Night felt like an automaton being controlled from somewhere else. He raised his left arm and pointed it the bare wall; with a snap his arm locked into place and bright red ink flew from the pen tip to land on the wall.
The ink seemed to have a life of its own and formed deep swirling pools that began to run like mercury. "Tell it what to say, tell it now!" Yelled Barret. Night focused and wrote his first words in Drek; On the wall he watched as the words in his mind appeared first in nonsense and then plainly he could read; "What does this have to do with me?" He gasped at the realization of his thoughts being projected by the tattoo. He also realized the pain was gone, as he dropped his arm.
As Night turned to face Barret, he was afraid but he needed to know, and he needed to know now. "Night do you remember the night you got the tattoo? The night your uncle died?" Night felt like he had fallen into a nightmare and trying to remember that night only made it worse. "Car wreck on the way home." Night finally replied. "NO, not a car wreck." Barrett said into the stillness. "Something far worse happened and if we are to survive the coming days you have to remember what happened." "That mark on your arm is no tattoo, it is a living legacy passed to you by your Uncle at the moment of his death. It must be controlled and you must remember." "Our being together here and now is not suppose to happen, neither are you suppose to be in contact with anyone who wears that mark. But you were and now the consequences are spinning out of control, unless we can figure this out, together."
Night turned away and looked in the mirror, his eyes were blue once more, with a faint ring of black around the edges. "Tell me what to do."

For a moment, it was black all around him, then he came out into some light but not much. He looked to see Barret beside him. "Where am i." he demanded. Barret fell against his wall, breathing heavily. "Corr..corridor." he said, regaining himself. "You'll learn how to do that soon." Barret said, Night thought he must be going crazy.

Night looked at the ground like barrett was doing. whats happening. he thought. why am i here, i must be dreaming.'

"Rise." the man in the chair said. "Come here, boy." he said to Night, Nights face went white as he looked at Barrett, who motoined for him to go. He gulped and did as he was told.

Night opened his eyes, it must have been a nightmare he thought, his arm still was in terrible pain, he tattoo was black, but her sat up and looked around, it was dark, he was in a small room, laying on a cot, he could hear voices outside the door, it sounds like Barrett and some one else. He groaned as he got to his feet and walked to the door.

Night looked at the master with wide eyes. "Ummm." he started. "There is no buts or anything!" M boomed. "You will train and there is nothing else to it!" Night nodded. "My parents." he managed to get out. "Your parent will be dead if you dont do anything!" M boomed. Night gulped, "Barret, will train you." M said. He walked out and Barret was there looking at Night.

Night watched, wide eyed. He gulped, then walked over to a wall, placing his hand on it. "Alright," he muttered, "do your stuff." Red ink pooled on the wall and spread, like a spider web. He climbed up the holes like a rock wall as the ink judded out like it had a mind of it's own. he climbed to the top then flipped away, trying to catch the ink on his way down, but missed. He yelled as he fell, then stopped ubruptly. He was hanging upside down, his nose an inch from the floor. He looked up to see blue ink wrapped around his ankle. "Nice try!" Barrett chuckled as he set him down. "You just need a little practice."

Night nodded, rubbing his arm. It felt tingly from his attempt. He set his hand on the wall to try again

He concentrated, making about three stairs before he fell. He sighed, determinded to get it right. It was like he was in a dream.

He placed his hand on the wall for the third time, his face set. He began to climb the stairs he had made gaining confidence as he went. When he was almost to the top, the room began to shake. He tried to keep his balance ,but fell, only to be caught by Barrett again. "You have to be ready for anything" Barrett said, helping him up. "Try it again." Night scowled, getting tired of this.

Barrett looked at the ceiling. Ink. Everything was ink around here. When he was younger he used to dream about escape. But he was nieve back then. And he knew it. Master was strict, no he was worse then that. And now that new boy was here. At least a friend. But he was even more nieve then he had been. There was no getting out. They were apart of the ink. All there was was embrass. So Barrett did his best to embrass it. Because ink can't die. Right?

Night heard little. But the another family member? That part he heard. And someone yell. Could it be Barrett? He couldn't let master and Barrett bring another person here.

Barrett swore and cursed master as he packed his bag. It was all he could do not to cry. He stuff things rapidly inside the small back. Pheinix Arizona. The girl. He swore again. Somehow, one day he's get out. He swore to it! Just not outloud. Not yet.

The name 'Notre Dame Preparatory' on the map had him prepared for something ancient and massive. He was poorly prepared for the sprawling campus that greeted his eye.
He paid and thanked the cab driver and went into his 'student' mode with a lazy sauntering gait, haversack hanging limply off his shoulder.
He was just in time, neither too early nor too very late. He needed to blend in and locate her. He had checked a yearbook he had managed to get hold of and knew how Violet looked. She was enrolled in the Honors program and that made things a bit easier as there were only 25 students in her group currently into their third year.
He went over to the corner of the main building and hung around wearing an air of distracted impatience to appear as if he was doing some last minute reading up for an assignment and couldn't be bothered.
Half an hour later he spotted her walking in wearing a bright blue NDP sweatshirt, her silky black hair neatly held back in place with a simple hair-clip.

"The only thing missing to complete a perfect nerd profile complete is a pair of rimless glasses!" thought Barret as he mentally summed up Violet and made his plans. "He'd definitely have to go a bit slow and cautious with this one!" he thought

((why do people name their children after colors! Its horried!))

"What ya doing book worm?" one girl sneered, smiling at Violet. Violet ignored her.

"Come on." Another said sweetly. "Its not like your ever going to be cool anyway, so hand it over." Violet bit her lip, and looked down at her book again.


Hand what over? Barrett thought. Violet got up and tried to move away from the girls, but then the first one pushed her back, into the fountain. They laughed and walked away like nothing happened.

"No better moment than now!" thouht Barret and started walking over to offer Violet some assistance.

"Won't Master and Night get a real kick if Violet's ink color was in fact Violet at times?" he thought as he reached the fountain and extended a hand.

On purpose he assumed a clumsy footing so that he gave her enough leverage to pull herself out but in the process tossing him in.

She was mortified!
"Shucks! I am so sorry! Here! Grab my arm" she said helping Barret out.

Barret had this sheepish grin on that sealed the moment. They both burst out laughing.

A few moments later they were standing out of eyesight and well beyond the librarian's earshot behind a rack of books on folklore and mythology in the East corner of the huge library.

Her expression was now rapidly fluctuating between ones of pain, disbelief, uncertainity, puzzlement and profound suspicion.

Barrett decided it was the moment for the truth and nothing else.

Night curled into a ball. The room was cold, like everything else here. His body covered in new bruises and scrapes. If he just hadent gone with Barrett! What would he parents be doing right now? Would they be searching for him? Would he be like one of those kids on KTV? But then his thoughts stopped. In front of his was Master. And Night couldnt' move.

Back at the library Barret had finished telling Violet about the power of their tattoos.Although skeptikal Violet took the information stoically. He was surprised.
"Aren't you going to ask me to demonstrate what the tattoo's power is like?!" he asked her.

"I lost my parents when I was five and since then nothing really shocks me anymore." replied Violet

In an attempt to loosen up the mood Barret said, " Well! Who knows! Your name might end up being your ink colour!"

For some strange reason, probably her stoicism in accepting what was happenning, her tattoo's soreness had been slowly easing away. But his words brought a grimace as she was uncertain as to how it would really feel to use the tattoo.

"My actual given name on my birth certificate is Sumire Sakura" said Violet.
"My father's business partner Mr.Mathew Johanssen adopted me and brought me over to the United States", she continued " The adoption papers have a name change to Violet Johanssen"
"Based on what you have just told me I am beginning to think he was somehow trying to hide and protect me by taking me far away and changing my name!"

"Sa-Ku-Ra" , went Barret, rolling the syllables out testing the name. "I think that's got more 'throwing power' " he said mischeviously.

"Well! Let's see what this 'Master' of yours says about name choices." she replied, her good humor restored

"But!" she said, "Just when there's a semblance of normalcy in my life,you are asking me to just ditch everything and come with you. Give me one good reason why?!"
Barret was astonished at her balanced way of looking at circumstances. He took a moment to collect his thoughts and said,"I like your forthrightness and cool composure Sakura. I hope the one thing I might be able to help you find out is the truth. The truth about who we are. The truth about what we are meant to be and biggest of all the truth that led to the death of your real parents"
Sakura stood, finger tips tracing an ellipse on her lower lip as she thought for a moment. "It's a Saturday today. The whole of the next week is off due to some inter college student activities. I won't be missed. Come let's go!" she saidand tugged his arm towards the exit of the library.
Barret grinned thinking ,"More like she's taking me to Master and not the other way around!