User blog:DJ Spenstar/Infinity Chapter 7 Preview SPOILER ALERT! (and a little question)

Before I give you guys my preview, I'd like to ask a little question, about my nominations for Featured Character this month. I chose DamienXDaisy and RichardXPatricia because they were my favorites, but to be honest, I like all of the relationships in my stories. So, if anyone would like me to nominate a different couple (NOT doing TylerXMaya, Maya already won FC) for Featured Character this month, please say so. Thanks! No, enjoy your preview.

Darkness, as far as the eye can see. That is what one would see on a given night on The Dark Island. Most nights there were uneasy for the people sleeping there, but on this particular night, tension, worry, and fear filled the minds of everybody on The Dark Island. This fear the 15 remaining people at The Dark Island is not without cause; earlier that day, they had found out that one of their own had died, and another paid the price for messing with the wrong person that day.

The fear and sadness was so great that night that nobody could sleep. Not even Samuel, the one who was too tough to let anything get to him. He lay in his bunk wide awake, with what happened earlier that day still clear in his head. No matter how hard he tried, Samuel was unable to push that moment out of his head, not even for a second.

“Hey, is anyone else awake?” asked Samuel weakly.

“Yeah,” Quentin, “I can’t sleep at all tonight.”

“Me neither,” said Spike.

“Couldn’t sleep if I tried,” said Steve, “I usually don’t, though.”

“Seriously?” asked Spike.

“Yeah,” said Steve. An uneasy silence filled the trailer. Steve took a deep breath, and started to talk again.

“What happened today really left an impact on me,” said Steve, “During this whole game, and through most of my life, I thought my life was just a giant joke.”

“What do you mean?” asked Samuel.

Steve took another deep breath. “I guess I didn’t take anything seriously. I considered everything to be a giant comedy to be lived, so I spent all of my time joking around. When Alyssa died, I thought that was just a joke, too. I was wrong. When Justin knocked out Xavier afterward, I suddenly realized that all this is for real. I’m kicking myself for ever doubting that. I guess what I’m trying to say is that I’m sorry.”

“It’s cool,” said Spike, “At least you’re okay now.”

“By the way,” said Samuel, “When did you start joking around all the time?”

“I guess it all started when I was five,” explained Steve, “I was in first grade, because I started Kindergarten a year early. We were eating lunch, and then the guy sitting next to me started a food fight. The whole place exploded in chaos, and something told me that this was real life: just a giant joke. I started spending all of my time joking around, until I lost control of myself a few years later. I just couldn’t stop. I thought nothing was for real. I realize now that I was wrong. Don’t get me wrong, I was always a happy soul. The doctors say I was born laughing sweetly, and when my parents saw a psychic, she predicted that my purpose in life would be to shed light on dark material, and make people smile.”

Quentin smiled and shed a single tear. “That’s deep, man,” he said. He sniffled a little.

Samuel also smiled. “I’m proud of you, Steve,” he said.

“Thanks, guys,” said Steve.

Suddenly, there was a loud banging at the door. “Who is it?” asked Steve.

“It’s the guys from the other team,” said Phil from outside, “We couldn’t sleep, and we were wondering if we could spend the night with you guys.”

Samuel shrugged. “Sure, why not,” he said. “Come on in!” he shouted.

Phil opened the door and held it open. One by one, Richard, Jeffy, Seto, and Timmy walked into the trailer. Phil came in after them and shut the door. On his way in, he turned on the lights.

“If you guys mind, I can turn the lights on,” said Phil.

“Nah, its better like this,” said Steve, “It’s always good to shed some light on a dark situation.”

Jeffy turned to look at Steve. He looked puzzled. “Is that you, Steve?”

“Yeah,” said Steve, “Why?’

“You look so... different,” said Jeffy. The other guys nodded in agreement. It was true, in the light, Steve looked completely different. His hair was lighter, and his expression was significantly more serious. But the thing that looked the most different about Steve was his eyes. Steve’s eyes became blue and deep, as opposed to how Steve’s eyes used to be, which was red and soulless. It was as if he was a completely different person.

'''Steve: A lot of people I know question their purposes in life. I know mine for certain. My purpose in life is to shed light on dark times, and to make the bright day brighter. I actually have to think Justin for this; what he did the day Alyssa died opened my eyes to the real world, after all these years in my fantasy corrupt circus. I’m a changed person, and I’m proud of it! '''

'''Timmy: It was really nice of the other guys to let us stay with them. I really appreciate that they did. '''