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D.I. - Deception Extract

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Hemsworth was dark, far darker that she remembered. The once bright, starry sky was lost behind a sea of thick grey clouds, which grumbled and growled like the rumbling stomachs of a hungry child. A few hours before hand, the skies had been clear, only slightly dappled with wisps of fluffy white cirrus clouds, leaving the sun free to glimmer and shine down upon the Earth. But now, the sun had gone; seemingly dragged down, as it was every day, below ground. And it had not been replaced by a moon, for tonight a new moon had been born.

It was not only the lack of natural light that made the little village of Hemsworth appear almost pitch, though, because, for some odd reason, all the street lamps were out. Each bulb could not possibly have died out, because that would have been absurd. And no one could have forgotten to turn them on, because in Hemsworth, a timer turned on each light at the same moment. So why, Gabriel asked herself, were all the lights out? It was, after all, the middle of winter. The sun set quicker in December, it got darker earlier, so why was there no light. A village wide power cut, she had concluded. But if that was what had happened, why was the Chip shop light still on and streaming through the window. She questioned herself no longer.

Despite it being winter, Yorkshire had not been lucky enough to have snow. Again. For years now, very little of the cold white stuff had graced the region and the little that did, disappeared after a day. It was probably a good thing, for without snow, life would not be as chilly. Or as dangerous. Gabriel remembered falling over several times, in her younger years in Hemsworth, and it was always at school. She made a fool of herself almost every week; slipping down steps, loosing her grip on the banisters, getting hit by a ton of snowballs (the latter always being caused by her friends). Though, it had always been good fun. Those times were gone now.

Gabriel Layden was at the far side of Hemsworth village, passing the farm shop, just past one of the many round-a-bouts that were circled about the village outskirts. She hadn’t bothered to drive, because there was no point in wasting fuel in a five minute drive, when it only took her ten minutes to walk. Better to get the exercise than be lazy. And she hadn’t bothered to fly, deciding that not only was it not wise for her to fly low and get spotted, but it was also foolish to fly fast through thick mist in the dark. She didn’t want to get wet, after all.

Trapped in her thoughts, Gabriel had not noticed that she was just passing by her old children’s home – Honeydew House. She paused, catching the old place in the corner of her eye for a second, then turning to face it fully. By the looks of things, the place had done well for itself, for it was still a children’s home, but a far larger one. The old front of the building appeared almost the same, though it seemed to have had a new paint job over the last few years, plus the door had been changed. But, it was not this that Gabriel had noticed. To the east and west sides of the old building were two particularly large extensions. Each at least the size of the crappy little building that she had occupied. Also, it seemed to have extended upwards too for now, it had four stories. Bigger rooms, probably. Gabriel thought.

Without a doubt most of the old staff would have gone by now. Retired, most likely. Most of them had been in their forties, after all, and Gabriel herself was coming close to that old age now. Now that she looked back, it had been almost thirty years since she had arrived at Honeydew, according to the staff. Such a long time had passed since then. Returning her thoughts back to the house, Gabriel briefly considered asking to go and take a look around the place and see what the room she and Calleigh Spitz had once shared, looked like now, and whether she could still find the tree where she had carved her own name and Joel’s into the bark, but she told herself ‘no’. After all, she had hated the place. Why would she want to go and relieve old memories of hatred?

Continuing on, she skipped over the road, passing the old corner shop (which was still open, by the look of it) where she and the gang used to hang out, and quickened her pace as she passed the old market car park, which had been replaced by a new mini shopping centre. Shivering slightly, Gabriel wrapped her coat further around her body. Honestly, she had not dressed up well for the cold; hip hugging, black denim jeans clung tight to her long legs, covered from knee to foot by dark, high heeled leather boots; whilst her upper half was merely covered by a short sleeved cream shirt, striped with gold, plus a waistcoat and brown leather jacket of medium thickness. Not exactly brilliant for cold weather.

As she reached the heart of the village, passing the traffic lights and the old church, Gabriel regretted not bothering to wear a hat and pair of gloves, as she pulled her jacket tighter and wrapped her arms around her own body. Just a little further up the road, Gabe. She whispered in her mind. For the last few minutes, she had passed very few people, so it seemed that many had done the wise thing and hopped inside their houses to sit by the fire and watch television, or have a nice hot shower. Smart people, but Gabriel could do that when she got home. First of all, she had business to attend to. After a minute or so, Gabriel found herself staring at what had once, many years ago, been her old school: Hemsworth Arts and Community college. It had kept the same name, but its appearance had changed dramatically.

It was larger than before, stretched both vertically and horizontally, like Honeydew House had been. The once dull grey building had been re-painted sterling silver, appearing to be made from metal rather than stone. The bright red features from the front of school had disappeared, swapped for black rails or stone. The windows were larger, possibly to cut down on electricity bills, by allowing more light into rooms. And the old, steel gates, which had to be opened manually and oiled daily, had gone, replaced by new, high tech things, which slid back and forth at the touch of a button. There was even a camera watching the entrance.

With this in mind, Gabriel quickly glanced about for cars and people, then promptly made herself invisible. She didn’t want to be noticed by anyone on the grounds. Hidden from view, she quickly crossed over the road and scurried through the gates, eying up the camera as she went.

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Beyond the gates, Gabriel, oddly enough, did not find herself lost, because although she had not been to Hemsworth for some time, she had spent too much time here as a teenager. Most of the old buildings that had been here when she attended the college, had been knocked down, and in their places stood better, larger structures. The Creative block, for example, had gone. Where the little block had once been was now a three storey, flat type building, connected to the old hall. Gabriel had to pass through a connecting corridor, to reach the other side.

Obviously, Gabriel thought to herself, as she slipped silently past a group of chatting teachers, they got a lot of money for this place after I left. One thing that, quite fortunately, had not changed much, was the Dell. In fact, it appeared almost the same, except now it had a roof and a couple more speakers. Although it was dark, it was actually only about half past four, meaning a few teachers and students were still on campus. Most in study groups or meetings, but Gabriel was only looking for one of them. And she knew for a fact that even though so many years had passed, this particular teacher had stayed here, though now, this woman would have been in her late forties.

Winding through the new building and observing all the newfangled gadgets within the changed school, Gabriel took a few minutes to reach the back of the school, which despite maybe the adding of a new building or two, had barely changed. There was still a mass of grassland, but now some of it was occupied by a swimming pool and a set of football goals. And the old Astro turf, of course. The sandy red and green turf had been installed when Gabriel had been here, except now, much like the Dell, it had a roof. Looking past the black fencing, the crossbreed scanned the few people that were out playing football.

And then she spotted just who she was looking for. Gabriel glided over to the open gates, the soft clip clop of her heels on the tarmac drowned out by the shouts of students on the pitch. She stopped and clicked her fingers. The noise stopped, the humans froze, but one figure, that of a woman, kept on moving for a few moments, before it promptly ceased all movement. Despite this person being so far away, Gabriel knew that the old teacher’s beady black eyes where upon her. Slowly, she began to make her way down the pitch, her shoes no longer clipping or clopping, but sinking slightly into the sandy, rubber pitch. As she began to get closer, the other made a run for a nearby gate.

Gabriel blinked – it snapped shut. “What do you want?!” the woman shouted, her voice doused with apprehension. Gabriel tutted to herself, halting half way down the pitch. She did not bother to call back, but merely pushed her words into the woman’s mind, telepathically. “You, Krista Scalon.” No more than a second after, a series of fireballs flew across the pitch, forged in Krista’s own hands. Gabriel retaliated fast – two jets of black magic streams shot from her palms, knocking Krista to the ground before she could bat an eye lid.
This is an extract from a section of my Novel: Dark Intentions. DI is split into three parts: New Blood, Black Sheep and Deception. NB is set on Earth, at the present time. Black Sheep is in a year or so, on Hellion, a seperate plain to Earth. And Deception jumps around between Earth and my ten other plains of existance.

I have actually only just started writing NB, but I have planned scenes from all three parts. The full chapter this extract belongs to was thought up whilst I was listening to Flyleaf Vs. The Legion of Doom - I'm So Sick (T-Virus Remix), used in Resident Evil: Extinction. DI's theme tune is Angels by Within Temptation. DI is for teenage audiences, as it includes violence, minor swearing and other stuff.

If you steal anything from this; names, characters or places, you will die and be sued for millions. This is my actual story, which I have been planning for over five years. No joke.

All content copyright to Janna K.R. Dobson.
PS: Hemsworth Village is a real place, in West Yorkshire. I went and am still going to Hemsworth Arts and Community College, but hopefully I will be in the 6th Form by September.
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I didn't thing it was big enough to be a village.