Two Worlds Collide Ch. 1

Two Worlds Collide
(working title)
Chapter 1
Daniel
NOTE: Anything in bold is sign language used by Daniel so that he can speak.

Pain, horrible, stabbing, breath taking pain was all that I was aware of. There was a man hovering over me, his golden, glowing sword sticking into my shoulder. It burnt as if there were poison in the sword itself. The man was chanting something in latin, something I could not understand, even if it would have saved my life. I turned my head to look for Joshua. He had been right next to me earlier. We had been fighting this man and others together, blindly. Now, I had lost sight of him.
I let out a silent gasp as my eyes fell on my twin brother. Joshua was lying still and he wasn’t breathing. He was a few feet away and I could see the blood pooled around him from stab wounds on his shoulders and the fatal wound at his heart. I wanted to scream. I wanted to yell and tell my brother to wake up. I wanted to question the man hovering over me. The man that I knew had murdered my brother. Why? Why had he done this? Why was he doing this to me? Yet, no words could ever come out. I was mute, and the wounds in my shoulders kept me from even trying to see if this man understood sign language.

As I looked back at the man, I realized with great horror that he was no man, but an angel. He had the beautiful white wings of an angel, though they were currently specked with blood, most likely my brothers. His hair glowed to form a natural halo and he himself cast off a bright ethereal light. There was no doubt in my mind that he could be anything but an angel. Yet, that only confused me more. Why would an angel kill Joshua, or me? What did we ever do? Somehow, that realization broke me and I began to sob. Salty, soundless tears rolled down my face. This angel had killed my brother, and now he was staring at me as a cried. Even with blood specking his wings, face and coating his hands he looked beautiful. He had armor of pure gold on, and everything about him glowed, including his armor and weapon. His azure eyes held a power that I had never seen before, or even imagined. Yet, as he held his sword up ready to deliver the blow that would be fatal to me, the power seemed frightening rather than admirable.

“Don’t worry little watcher, it shall be over in a moment and you will join your brother and father in Hell. Pity really, if not for your loyalty to your brother you could have been saved.” The angel stated, as he lifted his sword and prepared to stab my heart as he had my brother. I closed my eyes, preparing myself for the pain.

“Danny wake up!” someone yelled, startling me back into consciousness. Without even opening my eyes I reached over to feel my shoulder, to search for a wound, but there was none. I felt no pain, nothing. I opened my eyes to see my bedroom and to realize that the one who had awoken me was Joshua, my twin brother. He was alive, healthy and the same as ever.

I breathed a sigh of relief. It had just been a dream. Yet, could I even be sure of that? After all ever since I turned thirteen most of my dreams had come true or foreshadowed events. So, this wasn’t necessarily just a dream. It had to mean something, even if it wasn’t a vision of something to come as some of my dreams tended to be, it still held meaning. I had been having visions for three years now and I could tell the difference between something that was just a dream and a vision. This was most certainly a vision. Yet, I had never ever had a vision like this before. Most were smaller events involving school, family and friends. None had ever been like this.

I realized that I had yet to acknowledge Joshua when he waved his hand in front of my face to try and get my attention. I quickly swatted his hand away and looked at the alarm clock next to my bed. It read 8am. I groaned. What was he doing waking me up so early on a Saturday? I was grateful for the escape from the vision, but I wished for more sleep. Visions usually left me more exhausted than when I had fallen asleep in the first place. This time was no different.

“Finally you’re awake, sleepyhead!” Josh teased, reaching over to ruffle my hair as I sat up.

“Finally? It’s only 8am, on a Saturday.” I signed, allowing my fingers and hands moving quickly to do the talking for me.

Joshua knew sign language just as well as I did. We had learned it together the moment we were old enough. It made it much easier for us to communicate since I was mute, and so our mother had made sure we both learned it as soon as we were capable. She of course had learned it too. Josh and my mother rarely used it, but they needed to be able to understand it so that they could understand me.

“Not just ANY Saturday, Danny. Don’t you know what day it is?” My twin asked, pouting at me playfully.

“No, all I know is that I had a horrible nightmarish vision and I want to go back to sleep.” I replied, rolling my eyes at his pout. Joshua always tried to goof off and make me laugh when he didn’t like how serious I seemed, especially after a vision. He knew when I had one, he knew me better than anyone and so he could tell. Yet, he never cared. Half the time he didn’t even believe me until they happened. He thought it was a load of bullshit, to put it into his words. So, he usually tried to change the atmosphere. This time, it wasn’t going to work.

“Danny, come on it’s our birthday! I don’t want to hear about some stupid vision you had, I want to do something fun!” He whined.

I frowned. I hated when Joshua did this. I hated when he ignored my visions. I was certain he was simply afraid of them. He always had been. That’s why he never wanted to believe them. The first one I ever had, had been about his pet snake biting him and our mother making him get rid of it after they got back from the hospital. Since it came true, he has never wanted to believe another vision I’ve had. He didn’t believe that one and he tried to ignore all others. Most people would think he would do the opposite, but not Josh. He always wanted his way, and since my visions didn’t exactly work that way he never wanted to hear them. That still hurt. I understood his logic, but it didn’t make it bother me any less. My own twin brother was always trying to ignore what hurt me the most, my visions.

This vision had been the worst. I never wanted to see my brother dead. That was one of my biggest fears, and yet I had an unsettled feeling about this. Josh wouldn’t listen though, not if it just had to do with him. Yet, the part that had me the most curious would also make him curious, I knew. The angel had spoken of our father, a man neither of us had ever known, and that was the most confusing part and the part that would make Josh listen.

“Well, you NEED to. I NEED you to listen. Please.” I begged him with my eyes. I really wanted him to listen this time. This was the first vision that truly freaked me out. I had never seen anyone dying in a vision before. The worst vision I had was one where our mother had been in a car accident, but she had walked away from it. This was a true nightmare, and as such it was really important to me that Josh at least try to listen to me.

“Fine, spit it out.” Josh said, sitting down on the edge of my bed and looking at me.

“Okay. In my dream, there was an angel. At first, I thought he was a man, but then I saw his wings and his beauty. Anyway, he killed you. That’s putting it mildly. He outright murdered you, and was in the process of doing the same to me. The weirdest part was he mentioned our dad. He told me that I would be joining you and Dad in Hell. He also called me the watcher and told me I could have been saved if I wasn’t loyal to you. What do you think that means?” I asked, moving my hands shakily at the memory of what I had witnessed.

“Danny….I think that you’ve been watching way too many movies. That is what I think. That’s ridiculous and there’s no way that was a vision. First of all, angels are supposed to be the GOOD guys. I don’t think an angel would just kill two teenage boys for the hell of it. As for our dear old dad, well frankly I don’t care. He abandoned us and mom sixteen years ago so for all I care he can rot in hell.” My brother replied, shrugging. He stood up and watched me for a moment, just shaking his head. “Come on, Danny. Relax, it was a stupid dream. Get dressed we’re going out to breakfast with Mom before she goes to work. I’ll meet you in the living room.”

I watched Josh leave, frowning. He didn’t get it. He never had. I didn’t know why I had expected this to be any different from my other visions. I guess I had just wanted support. It was an upsetting vision and I had wanted support from the one person who mattered most, but of course that wasn’t going to happen. I couldn’t relax or brush it off like Josh wanted me to. I needed to know what it meant. I needed to know before it was too late to change it. However, I had no idea where to even begin. I knew someone who would listen and try to help me though, my best friend Kairi. She always believed my visions and she always supported me when Joshua wouldn’t.

Kairi had lived next door to us for years. She moved in when she was five and we were four. We’ve been best friends ever since. Even before she knew sign language we were always closer than her and Josh. We were both artistic, while Josh and her half brother, Colin, were more athletic. Not being able to speak never held me back when it came to Kairi, she always understood. She could read my facial expressions before we learned to write. Once we could write, I would write her notes, carrying around a notebook when we were together just to speak to her. We had always gotten by. Now, she was taking sign language in high school. She still wasn’t perfect but she was getting there and understanding more and more.

So, it was Kairi I wanted to speak to. She would listen and try to help me figure out what it meant. Yet, I had to go to breakfast with my family first. After all, it was my birthday so I had no doubts that Kairi would be over later in the day anyway. It was only early morning. I got up carefully and got changed. I would talk to Kairi about this later. That was enough to calm me down.

I Will Remember You

Okay, so once again it's been WAY too long since I've blogged her. A lot of it was the fact that I haven't had the time, but it was also laziness. As for the semester I was mentioning in my last blog. I got all A's and a B+ which made me happy after the previous semester and failing a class while I was depressed. I also continue to feel much happier and more normal than I did back then.

My goals this year are just to continue to work hard in school and to participate in nanowrimo and succeed once more. I forgot to mention that I succeeded in writing my 50,000+ word novel for November 2009, and had a lot of fun in the process. So, one of my goals is to do the same thing again this year.

I've been working a lot this semester, plus I have more classes this semester so I don't really get a huge amount of time to just sit and blog anymore. I will however try to update this more often now. I also think I'm going to post the first draft of my current story on here as I type it up. I tend to write my stories out in a notebook first, and then type it up because I feel more inspired that way, so chapters might be slow, but I WILL get them up here for anyone who cares to read them.

I have also begun vlogging on youtube. I'm a part of 2 collab channels: FromCaliToNJ http://www.youtube.com/user/FromCaliToNJ which is with 2 friends from here in NJ, and 3 people from Canada and Texas. One of which is the friend I mentioned in the last post who I'm very close to, Faithy. We do themed videos on set days of the week.

Then I also do another collab channel with my friend Carey, called GayInTheSuburbs, where we just kind of ramble and talk about our days. That is more freestyle vlogging and I have alot of fun when I have inspirtation for it.

I also have been hanging out with my best friend Jessi ALOT. That makes me really happy. Jessi and I have been through ALOT together, and she is the friend I know I can always count on to be there. We've never really fought and we've just always been there. She was the first person I came out to, and she was also my main support system through ALL of high school and I can only hope I did the same for her. I call her my twin because really that's what she is. She knows me better than I know MYSELF sometimes.

I think that's about all I have to say right now. I'll be writing another entry in a few moments with the first chapter of the story I mentioned posting on here. Hope you enjoy :D