Portsmouth-based library volunteer Sîan has started writing Descendant, a new (and profoundly creepy) novel! If you haven't done so already you can read the first part here, or if you're ready for it, then here's part two:
Descendant by Sîan from Portsmouth
Chapter One - Part Two
Felix could feel Creepy-Corner-Guy's eyes boring holes into his skull, and wondered what he actually looked like; he always had a hood pulled over his head. All that could really be seen of him was a few strands of dark hair, the ghostly pale skin of someone who rarely ventured into the sun and extremely dark eyes. Felix frowned in thought as he dropped his bag on the floor and slid into a chair. As he reached down to his bag a small gust of wind blew past him, which was odd seeing as he was sure that none of the windows were open, and the fact that he wasn't sitting by any windows. He lifted his head in confusion, and noticed that Creepy-Corner-Guy had disappeared, just like that. Felix scrunched his eyebrows and sat up. He hadn't heard him leave, not even the slightest of sounds.
Is Creepy-Corner-Guy secretly a ninja? Felix wondered. It was a reasonable explanation as to how he had left without Felix noticing. Felix bit his lip and looked down, reaching again for his bag. As his fingers traced over the bindings of his textbooks, he noticed the corner of a small white envelope poking out from between his books. Felix plucked it from his bag and stared at it; his name was written on the front. He knew for a fact it hadn't been there that morning when he had packed his bag. "What is it with things magickally appearing and disappearing today?" he muttered to himself. He tore open the envelope and pulled out the folded paper inside. Unfolding the paper, he found himself staring at a letter addressed to him. His eyes widened as he read:
Things are about to change, dramatically, though it may sound ever so cliché. You have been living a lie Felix. You are not who you thought you were; it sickens me how gullible you humdrums are. You take everything that is told to you and believe it to be true. Well, not everything is what it seems Felix. Remember this day as being the last of your 'normal' life, as if you were ever truly 'normal' to begin with.
I shall be waiting for the day we truly meet Felix. I shall be waiting.
Felix blinked and read it again. He would be lying if he said it didn't bother him; no matter how much it seemed like something out of a bad, and rather clichéd, horror film. Chills ran up and down his spine like a mouse running from a cat, quick and terrified. "Okay Felix," he said to himself, "you are not to panic. Just put the creepy letter in your pocket and pretend that it isn't there. Whoever wrote it is obviously on a one way train to Crazy Town. Okay? Okay, good." Felix rubbed his hands over his face, and then stuffed the letter into his pocket. He glanced at the textbooks still in his bag, and had an overwhelming desire to throw them across the room. He shook his head, instead just grabbing his bag and slinging it over his shoulder.
The letter felt like it was burning a hole through his pocket as he hurried towards the exit. As he left, he cast a quick look around the library, checking for any more suspicious behavior, such as disappearing books. Nothing appeared out of the ordinary, though Felix still felt uneasy. Quickly he turned and left. However, something was still nagging at his mind as he walked down the path towards the gate, who was Kovolt? And how had the letter gotten into his bag in the first place?
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