The Two Doors

By: JesusFreak

I am in love, in love with a princess, a princess to a barbaric king. Goodness, what was I thinking? She is very beautiful I must add, but I am afraid of the king. So we meet in secret. I have heard that the king has a special way of dealing with prisoners. He puts them in a coliseum and there are two doors at the end. You must walk to the middle and bow to the king, which is the tradition. There are two doors, one has a tiger in it, and another has a woman in it. If you choose the tiger, well… But if you choose the door with the woman in it, you have to marry her on the spot, even if you’re already married. Here is my story, what happened to me:

I was with my lover; we had been together for a long time, meeting in secret. Sometimes in secret places, or in each others rooms. I thought it was time for me to make my move, to get a kiss. I leaned over to her, my heat pounding, hoping she wouldn’t turn away. She didn’t. I was a few inches from her lips; I started to lean forward, across the table in the middle of the room. BOOM! I turned around and froze; a guard had entered the room and turned towards me. He grabbed me by the scruff of my shirt collar, lifting me up with one hand. I tried to escape, struggling against the great brute. He shook me, nearly scrambling my brain. I stopped struggling, and went along with the guard. I tried to read the emotion on the guards face, but there was none. His face was blank, he must have been thinking of nothing or had such a hard heart and he didn’t care.

The guard brought me before the king and threw me on the ground. I got up, shaking on my feet. I didn’t want to look the king in the eye, I mean; he just found out that some bozo had been hitting on his daughter.

“I’m sorry king,” I said to the king, bowing before him. I still didn’t want to look up. I didn’t even feel worthy.

“I have to ask, how long have you been with her?” He said this in a non-angry voice. It was like he had known that I had been seeing his daughter since the beginning. I was surprised that he was not angry.

“About four months now, sire” I answered. I was thinking if I lied, he would know. I thought how can I get out of this mess without getting sentenced with a death sentence or loss of a valuable part?

“Hmmm”, he said. “Four months is quite a long time you know.”

“Yes sire, I’m sorry sire.”

“I have made up my mind; you will go to the coliseum and choose a door. You know the process, right?”

“Yes sire”

“Look at my face, son.” I did. “You must choose the correct door; my daughter would be torn to pieces if you died. So, I give you my blessing, a blessing from the king!”

As they led me out of the castle and into the dungeon, I glanced up to my Lovers room. She stood looking down at me. A sparkling drop of liquid fell from her, it fell all of the three stories. I stuck my hand out and caught it. A tear. A tear from my Lover. I took the tear up close and whispered, “If there is a God in this evil world, let him be on my side as I choose to die or not.”

Two days later I was in the coliseum. The towers glared at me hundreds of feet in the air. Also, there were hundreds of people cheering as I entered the colossal coliseum. A tiger prowled the arena, blood on its muzzle. The corpse of a criminal lied on the ground, mauled. I watched as they led the tiger away, through a door to put it in another door, one of the doors I was supposed to choose.

I walked to the middle of the arena, and bowed to the king and his daughter. I moved my hand a little, signaling that I was watching her. The Princess stretched and in the middle of it, jerked her hand to the right. The right door.

I had a feeling, a bad feeling. I walked to the right door and put my hand on the doorknob. I started twisting it; I jumped to the side. I thought, trust the gut. An orange blur raced past my face. The tiger. A back paw scratched across my face, I felt blood drip down my cheek. That was the least of my problems.

I turned to the tiger; it had turned around and was facing me. I considered my options. A left over closed door, an empty open door, walls surrounding me, an opening on the opposite end of the coliseum, about a one hundred foot run. I had to think fast, for the tiger was circling me. I risked a look behind me. The door! The tiger saw this and dove at me. I jumped backwards, and grabbed the door and slammed it shut. There was a thump and a roar as the tiger started to tear the door down.

I looked around; it was a small enclosed space with an open roof not that much higher than me, but high enough that I couldn’t reach it. A crunched sounded and the tigers paw broke through the door. I jumped back as far as I could. The tiger’s head came through the door slowly. It was struggling through the door; the wood was scratching its skin and was leaving small cuts.

The shoulders came through the door. That’s it! I took my shoe off and jammed it into the tiger’s mouth and put my other foot on its shoulders. I used his shoulders to give me a boost to get over.

There was the door. I dragged myself up and ran through the door, the road was clear as I ran down it. I ran with one shoe on, a scratched face, and a broken heart. My lover had betrayed me. She would’ve rather had me dead than any other woman having me. My love in her is gone. I am alive and will live a normal life. I find another love, a normal farm girl and marry her. We have kids, one daughter, and two boys. I live to be seventy-two and die from a disease.

Well, that’s the story of me and how I survived the death penalty, got a broken heart, and lived the rest of my life, all on these sheets of paper.

Chapter 2

The new school

‘A new school’, I thought. ‘I wonder what they teach there.’ We continued hiking up the mountain, All 18 of us. The one I recognized the most was the pretty blonde girl in the shorts and t-shirt. Her t-shirt said Blondes have more fun! I chuckled at the saying. Still, I could not deny that she looked like she was having fun. Her green eyes sparkled when she smiled, so they were sparkling all the time.

She turned and caught me staring at her. I walked over to her to say hi. She blushed red and darted away from me. I turned red and acted normal, but I still heard some snickering behind me.

I swung around to find out who was laughing at me. ME. Mathew “Hawk” Preston. I found a guy, about my age, but a little shorter and smaller. Right in the middle of a snicker, he stopped. I was a half a foot taller than him. I went up to him.

“What’s so funny?” I said in his face. He cracked a smile; I couldn’t help but smile, too. I put out my hand. “Hi, I’m Matthew Preston, most people call me hawk.”

He smiled and shook my hand. “I’m John Jefferson, everyone calls me JJ.” He changed to a whisper, “I see you tried to make your move on that girl” he chuckled. “Nice try.”

“Hey, you win some, you lose some.” I said. “You can’t get them all!”

I walked away from him, feeling a bit better. I searched for the blonde girl, hopefully thinking I could talk to her and get to know her more.

As out group walked the rest of the way up the mountain

Unfinished...

Chapter 1

Introduction

I backed up to the wall. The sword was pointed right at my throat. I knew it was over. Sweat ran into my eyes, making them sting and burn. I dare not move at the hand of this man. He lowered his sword and bowed. I did the same.

“Thank you master” I said, my knees still shaking. It was so real; I believed that my master would strike me down.

He clasp me hand, “You better do better next time.”

I chuckled, “I’ll be saying that to you next time.”

We walked away from the swordplay grounds, back towards the school; I remembered the first time seeing this place. It was all so weird then. We walked past the sparring grounds to see large groups of kids fighting each other.

I told my master that I would be going to fight at the sparring grounds and walked off. This secret school took in many students to fight in a war. It may seem like a primitive way of fighting, but it solved much unnecessary bloodshed. The two armies would line up, and then charge at each other. Each army had a different color robe on. Each army would try to kill as many other warriors as possible only using their bare hands. We practiced sword play if we were challenged to a sword fight. That happened at the end of the war. Each army would select one champion to fight with swords against the other champion. Whoever won would win the war.

“Hey, Hawk!” someone yelled to me.

“Aye, What’s up?” It was my best friend Tiger, you see, the masters all give the students an animal name. We are to refer all other students in their animal names.

“ah, you know, this and that, checking out girls, beating the crap out of other students.”

I chuckled at that. Tiger was the worst at fighting hand-to-hand. I said goodbye to him and left

I went to my room and took a good look at myself. My brown hair came down to my eyes, dimming my vision sometimes. My dark Blue eyes looked like they could see you to your soul. I could see why they called me Hawk; my piercing eyes stared right through you. My athletic body was just as muscular as ever. I looked at myself, wondering how I get this way. I then remembered the pain-staking slow process of working out day after day.

I sighed. Remembering my old life and how I got accepted to this secret school. I flexed my muscles, thinking, do my friends and family remember me? I lay down in my bed and remembered coming to the school:

Chapter 2

The new school

‘A new school’, I thought. ‘I wonder what they teach there.’ We continued hiking up the mountain, All 18 of us. The one I recognized the most was the pretty blonde girl in the shorts and t-shirt. Her t-shirt said Blondes have more fun! I chuckled at the saying. Still, I could not deny that she looked like she was having fun. Her green eyes sparkled when she smiled, so they were sparkling all the time.

She turned and caught me staring at her. I walked over to her to say hi. She blushed red and darted away from me. I turned red and acted normal, but I still heard some snickering behind me.

I swung around to find out who was laughing at me. ME. Mathew “Hawk” Preston. I found a guy, about my age, but a little shorter and smaller. Right in the middle of a snicker, he stopped. I was a half a foot taller than him. I went up to him.

Remember, start at my fist blog (bottom) then work your way to the top.

World War Three: rebellion

Ch.2

When I awoke, I was lying on a old rug. I guessed it was supposed to be a bed. I tried to get up, or at least onto my knees. I lifted my head and pain shot throughout my body. I screamed into the stale air, my echo rang out through the sewers caverns. Even the scream sent a shot of agony through my head and chest.

"You know the pain might stop if you just shut up," a voice said. The voice was ruff, like all it wanted to do is beat up someone. I strained my eyes to look for the voice, trying to ignore the pain.

"Did we really have to drug him, I mean, he did save me out there. I don't think it was necessary," another voice said. This one was a female voice, and by what she said, it was the girl about my age who I helped out in the streets.

"I don't know if he should join us.He looks too young to be any help," this voice I couldn't identify, it was young, but older than me.

Some one leaned in front of me. It was the girl, her brown hair fell out of place from her ponytail. Her green eyes were covered with some of her hair. She brushed it back behind her ear, "Oh look, he's awake," she said.

"Hi," I whispered, wincing in pain, which just caused more pain. "I'm Jake Mayde."

"Hello Jake", she said, her voice soft," I'm Madison Keal, just call me Maddy."

With renewed strength I got up. Leaning against the wall, I looked around. And froze.

Two pistols were aimed at my head and one at my chest...

Question: When exactally is the present? When is always the present?

SilverBlade

The sword gleamed as it went through into her stomach, coming out through her back. The sword leamed red from the blood. The screamed echoed out through the castle as her last breathe. The knight pulled the sword out and put it in it's scabbard. The knight walked away swiftly to get out of sight. The murder took a total of 30 seconds. The cut off of the right hand to let the blood pour out, then the sword slides cleanly through into stomach.

There was a puddle of blood at her feet, her one and only son ran up to her. His tears streamed down his face, his eyes red from dryness. He stayed there crying, the blood staining his clothes. Foot steps rang throught the castle as the queen and king ran to the boy, dragging him away from the crime scene.

I jerked awake, sweat covering me body. I sighed, it was only a dream. A dream from a dark past. The knight, Sir Vence, still sat with the knights of the round table, hiding this horrible secret from the world. I, Davin, tried to tell them all, but they wouldn't listen.

"Well, I'll show them the truth," I said aloud to no one in particular. "I'll make them see!"

Find out what will happen next to out knight-wanna-be

World War Three: Rebellion

"Their bombing New York!"

I ran for my life. A bomb exploded not 100 feet away from me, the force threw me into a car. Through the agony of pain, I got up and kept on running. The screams of terror nearly brought tears to my eyes. Millions of people dying. I thought,"How could China do a thing like this, killing millions of people, just for power!"

I'm Jake Mayde, a 15 year old who is caught in World War Three. I am strong for a 15 year old and fast, too. I have brown eyes and brown hair to match. I have a athletic body, tall and strong. I want to kill the Chinese general who had planned this, just for my revenge and thousands of others.

I was running down Broadway Street when I saw a girl about my age trying to run away from the bombings, but something was wrong with her foot. It was dragging on the road as she tried to run. I knew what I had to do.

I ran to her and scooped her up into my arms. I carried her, struggling against the weight. She pointed to a manhole, blown open during the bombings. She yelled something to me, but the noise of the bombings was too loud for me to hear anything.

I went to the manhole and tried to lower her into it. As I was lowering her down there, some one pushed me and I fell into it. My knee hit the floor first and pain shot through my whole body. I looked over at the girl, she laid crumpled on the ground, unconscious. The last thing I saw was a rugged face looking down at me, before I blacked out.


to be continued...

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