I’ve written a ROUGH ROUGH ROUGH first half of the first chapter of my novel. Now keep in mind, this was all written rather quickly, and I in no mine am determined to publish this (hopes high) in this form. I need heavy work, spacing, DESCRIPTIONS, I really need to expand on that, and all that jazz. Well, without further ado, a bit of my novel!
Chapter 1
Raine stood up in his delusion to find his own town of Elraine in destruction and engulfed in fire from every vantage point. Raine couldn’t see much through the glowering fog of his horn-rimmed glasses, and far less from his six-year-old innocent mind. As he stumbled across lifeless bodies, ash began to litter his short-kept black hair, his father said it made him look older and wiser, which Raine took very deeply as he admired his father so, a brave man who knew no fear, but faced fear with the utmost courage. Raine tripped over a larger body which he immediately noticed as Ms. Cunningway, the town’s florist. What once was a pudgy, yet glorious and cheery woman was now a beaten body, bleeding from all sides. As Raine stared at the deceased body, he remembered how Ms. Cunningway’s flowers were always in perfect bloom, every season of the year, something that always perplexed him.
Raine now discovered what looked like his old house, a small cottage with distinguishing features such as the vibrant blue it used to be, but now was erupting into flames and smoke arising from the drapes of the windows. As Raine moved in closer, another loud explosion set off about five feet to his left. Through apprehension, he glanced over to see the pet store in shambles, where he once had adopted his beloved dog, Shiro. Raine’s mother had heavily detested the thought of a dirty animal living in their house, but Raine’s father thought it was a brilliant idea to adopt one, which came the visit to the pet store.
“Straight from London,” said Mr. Garthy, the pet shop owner, “apparently was living on his own he was, lucky this bugger got saved, came in with just days left in his life!”
Raine quickly ran into his house, avoiding flames, to find Shiro frantically barking and whimpering across a large lump on the floor. Raine examined it more clearly to find both his mother and father wrapped closely together. Raine’s mother, an elegant woman with long brown hair reaching her waist was cold blue. It was evident that Raine’s mother was a gorgeous woman in her days, her crystal-blue eyes told the tale, which now seemed to match the rest of her. Raine’s father, a man of wisdom was holding her tightly in his arms with what looked like a large gash in his side, leaking blood through his pin-striped coat, though being overshadowed by the stream of tears flowing from his chiseled face. Raine’s father was nothing like the normal citizen of Elraine, he was a most handsome man, thin yet well-kept, he sported a messy arrangement of black hair and hazel eyes that could illuminate even the moon, yet what distinguished him most from the other citizens was his loyalty to his town, his country, his family.
Raine noticed his father had not seen or heard him enter the cottage, so decided to give him notice, and perhaps figure out what was occurring.
“Dad? Dad are you okay?“ asked Raine in a calm manner.
“Raine? Raine where in the hell have you been?! Oh God… what has happened here…”
Raine could see his father’s eyes widen as he came to realization of what was going on.
“Dad, what’s wrong with mommy, is she ok?” Raine’s father gave no response besides a deathly stare at the ground, what could he say? Raine, in his young mind, came to conclusion that his mother might not be okay.
“Raine,” said his father, “Raine come here, I have something to tell you.”
Raine’s father laid his wife peacefully on their wood floor and Raine noticed yet another large wound sitting on the top left of his father’s chest, it was evident that his father was in pain even to move.
“Raine, I love you son, more than anything in this world, and it’s in my deepest sorrow to tell you that your mother is dead. I’m sorry son, and I don’t believe I have much time left either.”
Raine stood there in disbelief, his mother couldn’t be dead, it was only yesterday that they were out in the sunny hillside having a picnic and playing airplane in the grassy fields, only this morning that she had awoken him with a kiss to the forehead, a kiss full of undeniable love. Raine immediately ran towards his mother and screamed for her to wake up, yet he received no response. Raine began to weep, perhaps harder than the time Susy from his class ridiculed him in front of everyone for giving her a Valentine, one he spent quite a lot of time making. As his tears hit the floor, his father grabbed him from the waist and gave a cry of pain as he set him in front of him.
“Listen son,” said Raine’s father, “I need you to travel to London, and I need you to find Mrs. Constance, she’s all we have left, please son, you need not die…”
Raine contemplated the thought of dying, he could only imagine what pain his father was in, and where his mother was now, he had heard of an afterlife, but never fully understood it.
“Raine,” said his father, in attempt to gain his attention again, “son, I love you. Remember that through life, you will face many hardships, but you are strong son, after all, you are a Xervian.”
Raine knew what his father was speaking of, his race, the Xervians, his father always told him that they were a race not superior to regular people, but gifted in ways they were not, but still equals. Raine never exactly understood what his father meant by this and asked his father on many occasions what he meant, but his father only told him that when the day comes, he would know.
“Son, I want you to remember one thing, I want you to know that even throughout hardships and times of grief, remember that your mother and I are always with you, always watching over you. We love you, our dearest son, how you have grown into such a wise, young boy. Use your power wisely son, goodbye.”
And with a final embrace and kiss to his son’s forehead, Raine watched as his father collapsed onto the floor, landing next to his mother, as he held her in his arms one last time.
A glorious summer is but fourteen hours from now. What does summer mean to most? Beach, tanning, friends, fun, etc… Well I suppose most apply to me (except tan, I’m a damn Mexican). 
As every other Muse fan, holding onto the edges for the release of another complete masterpiece from Muse, I was a bit skeptical. After the Queen-esque stylized “United States of Eurasia” was released, almost all of Muse’s hardcore fan base was left in a lost world, never to be found. To say in the least, it was a bit of a massive disappointment compared to what Muse fans have heard from before. Shortly after this, Muse released their first official single, “Uprising.” To skip a beat, Muse fans were once again not too excited, as they shouldn’t be, it was utter desperation we were hanging onto. Hope had been lost. Expectations for the return of the greatest band of the 21st century had almost been eradicated completely, with fans grasping copies of Origin of Symmetry and Absolution in their frail arms. But of course, Muse could never disappoint their fans, its not their style. Muse’s 5th album, The Resistance, has been finally released after infinite amounts of hype and fake perceptions. This time, Muse is back with a completely new style of music, full with an arsenal of mind-blowing songs causing you to beg for more at Matthew Bellamy, Dominic Howard and the monster Christopher Wolstenholme’s feet.
3. Undisclosed Desires – 8/10
7. MK Ultra – 9/10
