The Tenth Daughter of Memory - FEAR IN SHATTERED COLOR

My first conscious thought was the cold wind blowing past my face. I shivered, and blinked my eyes open. I was in... an unfamiliar room... A bedroom... in a large bed. The girl, Ravynwings, had disappeared, but the Joker was sitting in an armchair, his deep brown eyes observing my every move, every shift in my limbs, every twitch of my fingers, every search of my eyes. I shivered again, involuntarily, and he drew himself out of the chair.

Crossing over to the window, which I had now noticed was wide open, he shut the window and clicked the locks, all while keeping his eyes on me. His eyes were not evil, not menacing, but kindly, though I knew he was evil, and he was menacing. He sighed, and shifted to my bedside. I propped myself up, and cringed away from him, fear blurring my eyes, making all the colors shatter and run together. My fear in shattered color made my tremble as I tried to regain control of myself.

A slight chuckle from the painted face above my head, a slight smile of the red lips, a slight rustle of the dyed hair, as he watched me gain control of my motions. I took a deep breath, and looked up to meet his eyes. He smiled widely at me, and began to speak, the scars of his face creasing as he spoke.

"Well, your seeming better." He motioned to my torso, which had the shirt ripped off and a wide bandage along my chest. I raised my hand a touched it gently, and flinched. The wound, though stitched, was still painful, and I placed my hand back beside me.

He startled me by speaking again. "I'm afraid Ravynwings had to leave... She won't be back." Something in the tone of his voice made me feel like she couldn't come back. The colors around me began to piece themselves together and shatter simultaneously. He watched me, all too observant, so I did not allow any emotion to break onto my face. I kept my face a serene masquerade as he spoke once more.

"What an... amazing coincidence I would run into you. Here, of all places!" He spun around and held out his arms as he spoke. He stood near the window and addressed me. "The snow is so beautiful... the colors shattering off the white sparkles of winter... Makes you feel like you have... nothing to fear..." he trailed off. I swung my legs over the side of the bed and stood. I moved over to the door when he turned. I sat myself quickly in the chair beside me, and he chuckled.

"It's no use trying to leave, and you have a reason to stay!!" he whispered excitedly. "You can join me!! Since your... precious Batman is dead," he paused when I cringed, "Your available. I need someone like you, someone sacrificing, someone willing to do... anything." He grinned widely at me, his scars twisting as his sick smile decorated his face. His brown eyes searched mine as I crossed over to him beside the window and looked outside.

"Well," I murmured, "that's certainly an option..." I turned to him, knowing exactly what to do. I drew a breath, and...

Theme Thursday - Snow/The Tenth Daughter of Memory - Threshold/Happy Birthday, Mum!!!!!!!!!!

As I stared up at the painted face of my, as clichéd as it may sound, nemesis, my mind was busy making plans for escape. Ducking back under the water, swiping his legs out from under him, jumping and running away, swimming away. None of these plans made very much sense, so I just stared stupidly. His face started to become confused, and he watched me with dark, puzzled eyes and a small smile playing on his lips. I tore my eyes from his, with enough difficulty, to look past him.

His figure blurred as I focused on a castle in the back. Looking back up at him, I realized I had a stone in my fist from when I had clenched the snow - it must've snowed recently, there was a light dusting on the ground - at the shore. Asking fast, on impulse, I threw the stone, along with several clumps of dirt, into his face. While he was turned away, trying to dislodge the dirt in his eyes, I launched myself onto the land and sprinted towards the stereotypically gloomy castle, perched atop a small hill.

Whilst I ran, I felt the pain in my chest from where the weapon stabbed me. I realized the sword was out of my body, and I also realized I don't remember it being in my chest when I was in the water. Was it possible they had taken it back out of my body? The wound was no longer bleeding - the cold water had stopped that. Still hurt, but I couldn't focus on that right now.

As I pushed myself up the winding path towards the door of the castle, I looked over my shoulder frequently, watching for him. I knew that was useless, because the Joker wouldn't directly follow me, but it was an instinct to watch my back. I saw my footsteps in the newly fallen snow, but not his. I jostled the doorknob of the castle, to find it unlocked. I launched my body through the threshold - was this symbolization, perhaps, as the threshold I had crossed into my new life without Mr. Wayne? - into the vast space of a foyer and up the stairs, where I collided with a brunette woman. She fell backwards, and looked frightened.

I stopped, and observed the character at my feet. She was small, maybe 5 feet tall, with curly brown hair and deep chocolate eyes. She seemed kind, so I turned my back on her to run and shut the door. I slammed the door shut, and paced back over to her. She had pulled her self back up, and was watching me with curious eyes. I quickly explained my story to her while she watched with her wise eyes. When I finished, she stood, and whispered to me, "I'm glad you found fit to trust me with this."

She turned around, and I saw the words written on her back for the first time. "Ravynwings". That didn't sound familiar at all. Was she like me? A crimefighter? A hero? She walked to the far wall, and pulled down a sword. I realized there was blood encrusted along the sword, and she turned to face me. "What are the odds," she whispered, "That you would end up here?"

My curiousity of her actions turned to black suspicion, and the enormous door I had entered through opened. I jerked backwards, stumbling, and turned around. The Joker stood there in the doorway, and 'Ravynwings' crossed the floor over to him. She handed him the sword, and he tsked. "Such a mess you made of my sword, Robin!!" he scolded me. I gasped and moonwalked backwards to the wall, and ran my hand over to the mantle, and grabbed a small, solid statue. I advanced towards them, statue held high, when the Joker looked up and noticed me. His dark eyes watched me move, and when I raised the statue above my head - a clown, figures - he jabbed the sword back through the wound in my chest, and, for the second time, I collapsed. The last thing I heard was faint giggling.

(Happy Birthday, Mum!!)

The Tenth Daughter of Memory - If Geeks Ruled The World...

If Geeks Ruled The World...

If Geeks Ruled The World school uniforms would be costumes,
The scent of every woman would be comic book ink perfumes,
The light-up shoes of every child would have little rockets,
Our phones would be so small we wouldn't even need pockets!!

If Geeks Ruled The World we would have high-flying jetpacks,
Not guns, but phasers would line all our weapons racks,
We could teleport to everyplace around all the universes,
People would live forever so we wouldn't need any hearses!!

If Geeks Ruled The World Spock would be our ruler,
Kirk might be a Captain but Spock is way cooler,
Every single backpack would have little jets,
And every single person could have aliens as pets!!

If Geeks Ruled The World my poem'd be different, too,
It would have been written from another's point of view,
It probably wouldn't be so lame, that is probably true,
But the geeks ruling would be all that we knew,
And If Geeks Ruled The World (which they probably already do),
I'd write this telepathically, and I have no idea who
Would want to think of a different world that'd be so new,
Where Geeks wouldn't Rule The World, and we'd all be through,
So I nominate (as I said before) Spock from the Enterprise crew,
To be our ruler, now I bid you adieu!!

That's what would happen if Geeks Ruled The World!!

(Sorry it's so geeky haha)

The Tenth Daughter of Memory - Moon

I paced across the wooden planks, cringing at the sound of each creak. I ducked under the steep, slanting roof as I reached the north wall of the attic, then pivoted and paced back across the floor. I threw anxious glances towards the circular window on the east wall at regular intervals, waiting for the moonlight to throw itself in, unwelcome, casting it's hideous light upon my skin.

I crossed the floor to the little window and fidgeted with the curtain, trying to get it exactly right so the evil moon could not shine upon me. Stupid rags - they never worked. I tore off my t-shirt and covered the window with it, but my hands overlapped and they wouldn't stand a chance against that moon.

I sighed heavily and gave up on that. I pulled my t-shirt back over my head - the more skin covered, the better - and went back to wearing a trench in the floor. I turned my head to check the sky, which had turned a vibrant blend of blue, red, purple, and black. I could see the first star - twinkling, as though innocent, when I knew it marked the horribleness of night - and I sprinted to the corner of the damp attic.

I pulled my sweatshirt over my bare arms and tugged my hood tight over my skull. I drew my legs in to my chest and wrapped my arms around them securely, as I had forgotten to grab pants and had only shorts on. I turned my head and buried it into the corner of the wall. A spiderweb tickled my nose, and I sneezed, batting the web away with my human hands. Still human. I breathed a sigh of relief.

It took a little persuasion, but I finally convinced myself to peek at the window. I opened up the small hole between my arm and my chest to look outside, and saw the man in the moon beginning to cross the sky, a menacing look to his face. I shuddered and tucked my head back into the corner as I felt a strange tearing along my ankles.

I gasped and jerked my head around to look at my ankles. Once I saw my ankles, left sockless in my haste, had been struck with that sinister moonlight, I shrieked and hurried to cover them, but I knew it was too late. I shrieked once more, sort of a howl, and vaulted to my feet. I howled once more and tore at my ankles, trying to rip them off before the disease spread to the rest of my body.

I failed in my desperate attempts, and collapsed back to the ground as my veins began to burn. My feet bursted, tearing my shoes to bits and pieces that flew into the walls. My shorts went next as my legs exploded with my horrid disease. I tore off the hoodie and the t-shirt in time to see my chest explode.

My skull, something I once imagined to be my one safe haven, began to morph and crack with the transformation. I screamed, a blood-curdling scream, as my face changed into something so familiar, yet so hideous. I scrambled to my feet and crashed through the window, that traitor, that window who betrayed me when I needed it most, and now it's pieces lay scattered across the lawn, littering the damp ground.

The shards cut into my feet, but I ignored them as I fell to the ground and raced to the top of the hill on the far side of town. As I reached the top of the hill, I slowed, and pulled my torso up, like I was a puppet, so I could stand on two legs. I chuckled once, a snarl or a growl, really, at how... how... stereotypical this all was. Soon, the dark humor faded, and I reached the top of the hill.

I fell to my knees, threw my head back, and howled at the moon, as any werewolf would do.