Beautiful Endings Part 1

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...the prologue for this series that was going to be called Beautiful Beginnings with Christofer before you met Alex and stuff back in Arizona. Do you guys still want me to make it?

Created by: Dannica
  1. Dreaming: An illusion or scene in which your mind and thoughts are producing while asleep. Reality: The realistic world where you pinch yourself to know if you're dreaming or not when you go conscious and see your ex boyfriend who was supposedly kidnapped from a man who tried to kill you various times with his supernatural powers asking if you missed him or not. I'll tell you this: I was so not expecting this to happen.
  2. Christofer John Henderson. He was here, so close to me. A foot away. Yet why did he feel so distant? I reached over and put my hands up to his cheeks. He chuckled. "It's really you," I said under my breath. "In the flesh," he replied with a grin. I was lost for words. I didn't know what to think. Was this really Christofer? I mean, he looked like Christofer. He sounded like Christofer. But why would Oath let him go? But I didn't want to worry about that for now. It was him. Christofer. He was here and that was all that mattered. I looped my arms around his neck and pulled him close into the most ginormous hug you could ever imagine. "I missed you," he whispered into my ear.
  3. I couldn't help but have my eyes water a little. "I missed you so much," I replied with a shaky voice. He pulled me away and tucked a strand of hair behind my ear. His touch felt kind of unnatural. I guess it was because I haven't seen him in such a while and that I'm used to Alex's. Speaking of him, out of the corner of my eye I saw him walking over to us, Ash following him. "You feeling okay?" He asked with a small smile. I glanced at Christofer and nodded. "Uh, yeah. I just...don't understand what's happening right now..." Christofer got to his feet. It looked like Alex was going to offer me his hand, but Christofer beat him to it. "I guess I should explain. You look cold. Let's go by the fire."
  4. He explained everything. Apparently, James helped him out. I actually forgot about James. He said that the stupid Michael douche was getting ready to do something to him when James knocked him out with a chair. I personally would have loved to see that. But somehow his words sounded empty. Or maybe I just forgot how his voice actually sounded. "Do you think you remember how to get back to the Underbelly?" Ash asked intently. Christofer bit his bottom lip. "I might. James led me through this underground tunnel and I ended up around where you guys were surrounded by those Berds. I guess we can try finding the hole again." He glanced at me. "Speaking of the Berds, what happened back there?"
  5. Oh man. This was it. This is where I explain to them that a voice has been lingering my mind and it told me to kill myself. And I actually listened. "Um, I guess I haven't been completely honest with any of you." No one interrupted me or asked any questions when I started telling them of the occurrences. I started off with the night Christofer was kidnapped. Then it transitioned into the whole scene with Shadow. And somewhere around there, it ended up with me telling them that I listened to a voice in my head that sounded like a creepy old lady, and I allowed it to choke myself.
  6. "The voice. I think I heard Oath talking about it once," Christofer said. "Really? What did he say?" I asked. "Well I heard some parts of the conversation. He was having it with Michael, saying that he needed the voice back or something." I shrugged. "I'l give it to him. I mean, I don't want it." "First thing's first," Gritzo said, startling us. "We have to finish our bargain. I found the Grooves' nesting grounds." Christofer flicked his eyes at me. "The goblin society? Why are you guys going there?" Shucks. Now he's going to think I'm crazy. Alex gestured me to tell him with a smirk. "I,um, made a deal with Gritzo. Kinda sorta. Christofer raised his eyebrows and motioned me to go on. "Well, we're going there because Gritzo wants a kid and I promised him that." "A kid? For what?" Ash and Alex's shoulders were shaky with silent laughter. "Nostalgia," I explained. Suddenly Christofer looked intrigued. "Nostalgia for what?" Ash stopped laughing for a moment and gave me a look, since he was the only one who knew the truth. "Um, I'm not precisely sure yet. Maybe Oath."
  7. Christofer nodded. He frustrated me for some reason. Like, something seemed different but I just couldn't figure out what. Was it just because I haven't seen him in a while? Maybe. But I just couldn't shake this feeling of detachment. What was wrong with me? Did I seriously not recognize and remember my own ex boyfriend? Okay, that irony was not intended. And Gumbo seemed awfully quiet. I was kind of expecting a blunt comment by now. Then out of nowhere, a wild screech filled the night air. "Oh," Gritzo muttered. We all looked at him. He smiled. "If there was a perfect time to get my child, I think now would be it. I'm afraid the Grooves sensed me." Christofer and Alex inched closer to me like I was the president and they were my Secret Service. "So what do we do?" I asked nervously. Gritzo laughed as if it were an obvious answer. "Follow me and run."
  8. Okay, so I'm not the best runner in the world. Actually, I'm probably one of the worst. So when a mob of angry goblins start charging their way towards you with snarls and clubs and other dangerous objects that could make me into a human kabob, I think I would have died considering that I was out of breath and my legs were experiencing this burning sensation that was spreading to my ass. "I'll get the kid, you keep them distracted," Gritzo said as he paced alongside me. How the hell was he not tired? "Have Gumbo go with you," I replied within breaths. Gritzo nodded and ran ahead of the group, Gumbo"”who must have heard"”following him. So now it was just Ash, Alex, Christofer, and me. Oh, and not to mention an angry tribe of goblins that want to eat me.
  9. As I was running along, a dull scratching sound itched through my head. I kept flicking my eyes at the others thinking they've heard too, but it was too hard to tell since they were running. But every step I took, every breath, every screech of the goblins, that scratching sound became louder and louder. It was like somebody scratching a chalkboard or Styrofoam. It was so AGITATING. Louder and louder it went, faster and faster my feet sprinted across the ground. The scratching became higher and higher, booming throughout my head as if a little storm was happening. 'You should have listened the first time.'
  10. I fell to my knees in agonizing pain, clutching my head. What was this? What was happening? It felt like..oh my God, like a billion out of pitch, wanna-be soprano opera singers. Suddenly I felt myself being lifted into somebody's arms. The ringing wouldn't stop, and I tried my hardest not to scream out. "Put her down!" Somebody commanded. "You want her to die?!" Another voice said. "She can stop them," the person said. He sounded so sure of me. The person who was carrying me slowed his pace, doubting himself. "Do it!" He set me down. I opened my eyes slightly and saw the Grooves coming fast. Then Christofer squatted down in front of me, making eye contact. "You can do this," he said. "Imagine those goblins killed me...or Alex. Imagine them tearing us limb by limb right in front of you. What would you do?"
  11. Was he really doing this right now. Those eyes seemed so fake. The ones that were looking at me. I didn't want to listen to Christofer right now. All I wanted was this thing out of me. The ringing was so loud it felt as if my ears were literally bleeding. "Get out," I muttered under my breath. I could hear the Grooves' footsteps coming closer and closer, their weapons banging together as they ran in unison. I didn't want to deal with this anymore. I hated this. I hated everything that was happening. I hated the decisions I had to make, the hardships I had to go through, the people I had to leave behind. I hated all of this. The anger started boiling up inside of me, getting so high that the ringing was just a faint ding. I looked up as a goblin was about kabob me with its spear. He never had the chance.

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