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Midnight Truth

Novel By: priestessarcana27
Fantasy


Kevin Fisher lives a quiet, ordinary life. But all of that changed when a member of a secret fratenity tells him about the "Midnight War", where 'Angels' battle 'Demons' that appear to wreak havoc and that he knew an 'Angel'. Confused, Kevin finally realized that the 'Angel' he knows happens to be the girl he really loves.


P.S: People, Places, Events and etc. are fully fictional, and if there happened to be any people or event that have been related to this novel is purely conicidential. This novel is also NOT an ANTI-CHRIST novel, some ideas are fictional and only created by the human mind, but most ideas (ex. Jesus died on the cross in payment for man's sins) is part of the Bible and therefore not blasphemy. And if this novel happens to have insulted some Christians, don't worry, this novel is only fictional. Only fictional. Fictional, fictional, FICTIONAL. View table of contents...

Chapters:

1 2 3 4

Submitted: Aug 31, 2008    Reads: 53    Comments: 1    Likes: 0   


Prologue:
Wales, east of England. Everybody leads a normal, peaceful life. But nobody knew that all peace disappears when the clock strikes at midnight….

It is an untold secret, nobody within the Norm would understand. Nobody can grasp its knowledge…except one.

Chapter 1:
It’s always like this everyday in the Physics lab in Luriverg. You just can’t seem to find peace at all. I’m Kevin by the way. Kevin Fisher. I’m a 20-year old Physics-Theology student in Luriverg University, the place where “We Mold Your Future” sort of thing. Yeah right. All you get in this school is fraternities, sororities and frequent pot sessions. Nothing future molding around here anyway.
So as I was saying, you can’t seem to find any peace at all in the Physics lab. Not only the Physics lab, but in the whole school. I think I heard moaning from the toilet stall a while ago when I passed by, but I don’t know.
I came in late for Physics 101, and I caught my professor in a bad mood. He might go ballistic again on the class, but I’m not sure. You really wouldn’t want to see that guy angry. Once, he waved a shotgun at the class. I think he shot a student, and got suspended – but he came back after a week. That’s Luriverg. Teachers can shoot their guns at you and get suspended, but they always come back. Luriverg is short on teachers, you know.
My professor gave me a dirty look. I was in for some trouble. At the rows and rows of chairs you could see students having pot sessions in front of the professor, some of them even having booze sessions and um…you know, giving the girls a feel. I could see my professor’s eyes turn bloodshot. He must have gone stressed, and he’s ready to go ballistic again. “Care to explain yourself, Mr. Fisher?”, he breathed heavily. I could detect the smell of bourbon on his breath, he must’ve drunk too much. No wonder he goes insane in class. He’s drunk.
“Um…well, the Theology class session has just ended…we came to a discussion of…”
*POW!!* *BANG!!*
I was cut short by gunshots. I just saw our professor breathing heavily, and holding that shotgun again. I looked around. I heard a slight scream.
“SHIT!” I looked. One of the guys got hit with that bullet, and his girlfriend was screaming like crazy. I don’t want to know anymore what will happen, so I just beat it. Man, Luriverg is the craziest place in the world. I tell you, it is not only the craziest place in the world, but the WORST place I have ever known… and been to.
You’re probably wondering why I study in Luriverg in the first place. To tell you the truth, I really don’t know. Maybe it’s because it was my dream school when I was 5, or maybe I just didn’t pass Oxford, or maybe it was just by God’s will I was there. Seriously, whatever the reason, I really don’t know. And I really don’t care. I’m the type of person who wouldn’t bother knowing every little dirty secret in every single place I’m in…or every single person I know. I mean, nothing in that subject really matters me.
I was bored out of my mind, having Physics 101 suspended again for the gunshot incident, I was all out for the day because of it. I had nothing else to do, so I decided to go to our church and ask some questions about some stuff we discussed in Theology and Life. I went to the nearest bus stop, and went to Thatcher Avenue. My church is located there.
The church was pretty quiet. It wasn’t Friday, so I didn’t see a bunch of kids in the church library, making noises. In the library I caught Pastor Bryce – we call him Brother Bryce, reading the Bible. I think he has some sort of sixth sense. The Bible was completely covering his face, but as I entered, he gave a cheerful “Hello Kevin, nice to see you here.” greeting. That still freaks me out. I don’t come here to church so often on Wednesdays, only on Thursdays, Fridays, Saturdays and Sundays. I managed to regain my composure from shock of his crazy sixth sense, and managed a hello. “Well, it’s rare to see you here on Wednesdays…what do you need?”, Brother Bryce had already brought down the Bible he was reading. “You must have some questions again that you want answered do you?” How did he know that?!
“Well, yeah, Brother Bryce…how do you know?”, I asked, calmly, but really, deep inside, I was shaking like crazy. Now I really think either I was too obvious, or he really did have sixth sense. I wouldn’t want to know. Anyways, I asked away all my questions, and he answered casually. It was weird, in a way. Afterwards it started getting late, sooner or later, but I didn’t notice it. When I did, I stood up from the comfy chair. “Leaving?”, said Brother Bryce with a smile. “Well, I hope that I satisfied your questions with my answers.” “Well, yes. Thank you very much Brother Bryce.”, I glanced at my watch. “I have to get going now. I’ll just see you tomorrow.” I waved good-bye, and went home.
The weirdest thing was the last thing that Brother Bryce said (which was the phrase “Nothing lasts forever Kevin”) kept on playing in my head like a broken record. It’s like Brother Bryce was really following me home. Talk about paranoia. I kept looking behind me to make sure he wasn’t.
I got home around 7, and I caught my family round the dining table. My dad came home early - a huge surprise. He usually never gets home in time for dinner because of his work, and my mom would come home at 9 like dad as well…sometimes, and they would eat dinner together when I and my sisters have already hit the sack…which is at 10 in the evening. So, anyways, my whole family was gathered at the table. Early. I gave a weird look at them, and Minnie and Maurine, my twin sisters, gave a slight giggle. I went to my spot on the dining table and sat down. With the whole family complete, dad hushed us all and cleared his throat. “Well, I came home early because I’ve got great news!”, said my dad in his proud voice. Yeesh. He only uses that tone of voice when he’s excited and stuff. Try talking to my dad for no good reason. He’ll give you a monotonous bored expression. Now you know where I got my genes from.
“Well, I just got the great news from my boss. I’m going to be promoted! And after Kevin graduates, we’ll all move to the States. My boss appointed me leader over the company in Washington.”, dad said, rather excitedly. “Really? That’s great Kenneth!! I’m so proud of you…I just love a good adventure…don’t you think?”, mom said, and my twin sisters grinned. “I can’t wait!”, said Minnie, happily. I think she hates the culture here in Wales. She and Maurine are just like mom – adventurous. “Well, thank you of course for your support, Melanie…and for the smiles of my children…”, dad replied to mom, in a sweet way, which made mom blush slightly. ”Stop flattering me…”, mom said with a slight giggle. Ew. Obviously they are flirting in front of the table.
I was just too dumbfounded to even speak. I never liked going too far away from home, as I tend to get homesick easily. I’m the only one in the family who doesn’t have an adventurous gene in the blood. Seriously.
“Kevin? Are you alright?”, mom asked me in a worried tone. I didn’t hear my mother at all. I was too shocked to even answer her. Maurine nudged me so hard to snap me out of my shock. “Hey!! WHAT GIVES??!!”, I gave a glare to Maurine. “Sorry…but mom is asking you a question, and you’re just staring there like a big dummy.”, retorted my sister with a huff. I think she even said “ungrateful idiot”.
“Maurine! That’s enough.”, dad scolded Maurine. Maurine just bowed her head slightly, and mumbled a “sorry” to me. “It’s cool, dad. No harm done. I’m just…so…happy for you…”, I said, in a fake happy way. I wasn’t in the mood now. “Well, that’s good to hear. Let’s now begin eating, shall we?”, said mom cheerfully. Too cheerfully.
Right after dinner, as I lay down on my bed, I just stared at the ceiling with my eyes closed, and I hear the sounds of the sea. I started imagining myself at the beach, where I used to play. My house is near the beach, and you could just hear the waves from the Atlantic Ocean crash into the shore. It was rather comforting to hear it, and my thoughts flowed randomly. It was silent…a comforting silence that lulled me off to sleep.
*KRRRINNNNNGGGGG!!!!*
“WHA?!!”, I fell off my bed. I looked around. Boy, I did I snoozed off. The alarm clock read 7:30. I was late. AGAIN. I am dead meat. DEAD. My theology professor warned me that if I was late again, I would be dropped out…by force. Oh man, I don’t want to be dropped out. Dad’s gonna kill me, and those twin whirlwind pint-size no good smart-alecks twin sisters of mine are going to torture me for life. I got to rush out.
And, good thing I made it just in time. Maybe I was even a few minutes early. Hours went on…and on…and on…until the session was over. I and my theology block mate decided to catch a show premiere or something, since I got nothing to do, because that Physics 101 professor of mine got kicked out now…I’m not kidding. So the school announced no Physics 101 for the rest of the month…for now. There’s a total of 5 days left before January ends, so whatever.
My block mate, Janz Eigenson, and I caught a movie at the TheaterPalace. After which, Janz told me he had to pick up his brother. Well, I got no one else to talk to if Janz leaves, and I hate being alone, so I just asked Janz if I could come with him. “Sure man.”, he said, as we started walking. “You wouldn’t believe my brother’s crush. She is so hot man, for a young gal like her. I mean, seriously, my brother has good taste.”, he blabbered. He is a blabbermouth when it comes to girls. Can you believe how many girls he had dumped? Thank God I wasn’t infected by Janz’s “I’m-so-hot-attitude”. In fact, he keeps on telling me that I’m such a prude just because I don’t have a girlfriend or something. So what. I don’t care whether I’m single or something. I might have to leave her when I go to the States.
The States. God, I hate that place. I think I might turn into some sex addict if I end up there, and my twin sibs would be labeled as freaks, or when they turn popular, sluts. Ugh! My stupid, morbid mind.
“Hey, there’s my bro.”, said Janz. He just waved and his high school junior brother came over. “Hey, dude what-is-up?”, asked Janz. “Hey bro. Hey Kev”, he said. “Yeah. Hey Kristoff.”, I said. Wait. I know this school…this was my past school. It feels a little funny….
“Hey, Janz, did you tell Kevin about her yet?”, Kristoffer started getting all jittery all of a sudden. “Uh no...”, Janz said. “Why?”, he asked with much confusion.
I know this school. I know this school. I know this school. I know this school. This isn’t good. I feel weird all of a sudden.
“Hey! There she is!! Look over there. Isn’t she’s the most beautiful girl in the world???”, said Kristoffer…with lovesick eyes. Janz nudged me in the arm and whispered, “See, there she is. She’s hot isn’t she? God, if only she wasn’t a high school girl I would have dated her.” I looked.
I knew I had a weird feeling about this.


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Comments:

First of all, you have a nice and interesting story that makes a good foundation for your novel. Your use of humor is amazing and allows the reader to get to know about the personality of your protagonist more.

Your use of a prologue is effective, because it gives suspense to the reader and makes him or her interested in reading your novel. In a few words, you are able to attract the audience into indulging in your literary work. I myself am intrigued about the secret that happens at midnight.

I can see striking similarities in your novel and The Catcher in the Rye. Luriverg strongly resembles Pencey Prep, and your protagonist is very similar to Holden Caulfield in terms of personality and the way he narrates his story. Please do take note that this is neither a compliment nor a criticism.

I strongly commend and admire you for the witty conversations of the characters of your novel. The way they talk is awesome, as if they were real people with real emotions and personalities. Keep up the good work. Also, your use of figurative speech such as "beat it" and "already hit the sack" is awesome.

I don't if it's just me, but as I read your novel I get confused about the gender of your protagonist. I know that he's a boy but the way he talks is a little bit effeminate, such as his use of the words "in fairness" when he meets Father Bryce.

As for grammar, there are a few minor issues, such as your misspelling of the word 'dinning table.' There are other minimal errors, but those are understandable although you might want to be more careful in the future chapters.

Overall, I congratulate you for writing a wonderful start for your novel and I am looking forward to reading the next chapters of your literary work. Your best asset would be your interesting and mysterious story and your wonderful characters with different personalities.

- Reviewed by your batch mate, azure2skies :-)

Note: All criticisms in this review are not meant to insult or degrade your novel. They are meant to build up and help you improve your wonderful novel further.

Posted: Sep 1, 2008

Author Comment:

The protagonist is a guy. The protagonist is a guy. The protagonist is a guy. He's only based on a real life person, and each event there (if you fully knew my life and the activities that I do, you'll understand the novel quite easily) already happened in my life.
And since the guy protagonist is based on a real-life human being, expect that the real-life person himself almost acts the same way as the male protagonist. He is not gay (he once said that word "effeminate", now I will kill you for reminding me.), I assure you, he just irriates me by copying me (I'm the one who says "in fairness" and he just uses it to irritate me).
And, right now, he's not a 4th Year student in college, nor is he 20 years of age. He's 21 (or 22, I don't know), and he graduated with a degree of Biochemistry (no not Physics...I made that one up, seeing as how I have to suffer through it each day in school...)
And, btw, sorry 'bout the grammar. I'll change it as soon as possible. Thanks for the comment!! ;)



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