Winterthorne, The Novel.

[Evan Warner]

By request of Sav, I'm putting up my novel based off of Winterthorne as I write it.
It was part of the deal so I could use everything in my book. :P

In case you're asking yourself "why the fuck is she writing a book?", the answer is: NaNoWriMo.
Don't know what it is? Click the word.
The goal is to write a novel [about 50,000 words] in the month of November. It starts today and I'm already a few thousand words in.
I participated last year and a few years before that and I'm determined to finish this year.
Since I couldn't think of a better plot to top my plot last year, I decided to pick the coolest thing I'm a part of now: Winterthorne. *clapclapcheer*

Here's the deal:
-I'm gonna be posting the story as I write it. Just be warned: it's not separated in any particular way.
No chapters or anything. Well, not yet anyways.
-And I ask to PLEASE keep commenting to a minimum. As in, like, please no comment conversations in this thread. :/ It's really annoying sometimes.
-Your characters are more than likely in my story. If you do NOT want them in it, PM me and tell me so. And don't worry, I made sure to say that some of the characters aren't mine and you all have credit for them. Yay.
-There will be a MILLION different mistakes. So... please bear with me. >_O

First part should be up tonight.
Thankyouthankyouthankyou
and I hope you enjoy everything I write.
<3

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[Evan Warner]

And so it begins!
as previously stated,
please ignore all the mistakes,
because there's lots.
<3
I totally didn't hesitate to post this here.
I'm really nervous.

A frown spread across a young boy’s face as he watched his once alive and colorful room sink into a dark, dead box. It was weird to him, seeing all his belongings dwindling into nothing. Not completely nothing, at least. He’d see them again, but not here. He looked over his shoulder as his sister walked into the room, her blonde hair the only thing giving the room life at the moment. She offered him a soft smile as she came up beside him. Sighing gently, she leaned on him lightly, their vast height difference making it hard for her to put her head on his shoulder.

“Can you believe it’s happening, Evan?” she whispered into the room, the words bouncing around in the boy’s mind. The first, immediate answer was no, he didn’t believe it was happening. But the more he thought about the situation in that moment, the more it became tangible, more realistic and true. “Not yet,” Evan muttered back, looking down at his sister. “What’s it like there, Ada?” he asked, his voice resembling that of a child’s. She seemed to mull the question over for a moment, judging by the silence filling the room. “It’s wonderful,” she said at long last, looking up at her younger brother. “You’d love it there. It’s beautiful, right next to the forest and in front of a lake. It snows a lot, seeing as it’s on top of a mountain. It’s just so…” She drifted off into silence, having great difficulty getting the next part out. “It’s so much better than here,” she breathed softly as her brow wrinkled.

They both knew anywhere was better than there. Any place was better than being stuck in a, lack of a better word, home with people that don’t care about you. Well, that’s what Evan thought. He thought his parent’s didn’t care. Adalyn insisted they did, but they just didn’t know how to deal. But how hard could it be? Sure, the whole situation seemed a little far-fetched, but parents are meant to understand and help you get through the difficulties you’re facing with the position. But that wasn’t the case here.

When Ada and Evan were born, they were both encrypted with a special need. No, not like mental disorders or anything of the sort. But more of an unidentified need that had to be handled with care and by people of the same ‘kind’, as their dad put it. When Evan was 8, he remembered throwing things at his sister from across the room without moving a muscle. When he was 11, as his mother shopped around the local thrift store, his fingers brushed against the various threads adorning the racks, until one made him stop in his tracks. The moment his fingers landed upon this single article, Evan’s whole body went a numbing cold, his heart skipping beats in an irregular fashion, his body shaking not-so subtly. His mind was like a movie projector, the film flashing at breakneck speeds. Tonight’s feature presentation shows a man, aged 40 to 50, lying flat on the ground, his body trembling uncontrollably, his face contorted from the ribbons of pain. His body shook for a few more minutes before he went limp on the ground, his head drooping to the side, his heart at a flat line. Evan released the clothing, beads of sweat forming on his forehead, his eyes brimming with tears. It wasn’t normal to see someone’s death, let alone feel every ache and pain course through your body. Because of this feeling of oddity, Evan didn’t say a word about it to anyone but Adalyn.

The occurrences became more frequent, more powerful, more precise, more deliberate. Until, finally, it was too much for him to handle. Bringing up the conversation with his older brother, Emmett, he began gathering the courage to tell their parents about his strange phenomena’s, and a few other things they should know. Occasionally, he’d bring up “this article I read about people with special powers” and see what his parent’s reactions would be. Evan’s mother would laugh about it light-heartedly, knowing that it wasn’t anything new to her. After all, she was one of those people herself. His father, on the other hand, was a little put off by it. He didn’t like talking about her ‘gifts’ because they made him ‘uncomfortable’. That just made it harder for Evan to confess that, he, too, was one of them. After all, look what happened to Adalyn.

When Adalyn had fessed up about her ‘gifts’, their parents seemed ecstatic. On the outside. On the inside, their minds were a frenzy of questions and concerns. Ada had frowned at them, crossing her arms over her chest. “I can hear you,” she muttered, referring to her gift of telepathy. Their parents were flabbergasted. She wasn’t lying. Within the next few days, she was informed about this Academy in Germany for people like her. As she read the letter, their parents had insisted that she could get help with her ‘gift’ there. Within a week of her letter arriving, she was packed up and moving out. Ever since then, she hadn’t been home unless she missed Evan and Emmett or for holidays. After all, England is a far ways away from Germany.

He took in a deep breath, throwing a glance back at his older brother, who smiled softly and nodded, giving him an encouraging push towards their parents. With worry plastered over their face, they inquired, “Honey, what’s wrong?” Evan’s pulse raced at unhealthy speeds, his eyes darting between his mom, dad and back again. Gulping audibly, he ran a trembling hand through his hair. “W-well, I-I-I-I have someth-thing to tell y-you,” he stammered, his words like obstacles he couldn’t quiet get by. His dad clamped a hand on his shoulder, his wobbling knees threatening to buckle under his (lack of) weight. “What’s up, son?” he asked, his voice as jovial as ever. And the last time it’ll ever be like that.

Confession was the hardest thing for Evan, especially if it was going on for years and he was only now mentioning it. Things started happening when he was seven, and now here he was at thirteen, nearly fourteen. His main concerns were if they’d be mad at him for keeping these things secret for so long and if they’d be unwilling to help him through it. He cracked a nervous smile and shook his head. “Uhm… I-it’s nothing i-important. Nevermind,” he said with a small nod, dashing out of the room. Emmett stared after him, a frown creasing his lips.

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[Evan Warner]

Within the next few days, Evan stayed as far away from his parents as he could. Instead, he spent his time hanging out with his ‘best friend’ Jake. As they sat on a bench in a local park, Jake smiled warmly at Evan, making his heart skip a few beats. “You know I really do like you, Evan,” he said, gently taking a hold of his hand. Evan blushed profusely, staring down at their intertwined fingers. He nodded. “I-I really like you, t-too.” Jake grinned, scooting closer to Evan. “You’re really cute when you blush,” he whispered into his ear, making the boy blush more. Evan shook his head, his hair falling into his face a little bit. “I am not,” he mumbled, looking up shyly at Jake.

He seemed unfazed and nodded. “You really are. You’re also really, really pretty,” he said, brushing away pieces of Evan’s hair. “Oh hush, Jake,” the boy laughed, playfully shoving his friend. “You just want in my pants,” he teased, letting his tongue peek from between his teeth. “Quite possibly,” Jake joked, shaking his head, “But it’s not just that.” The conversation took a sincere turn. Everything from that moment seemed like a blur and then they were suddenly at his house, running up the stairs towards his room, hands intertwined, hearts pounding violently. He stared, wide eyed, as Jake pushed him into his room and his back hit his mattress forcefully.

He knew where this was going. This wasn’t what he wanted. He liked Jake, that’s all. He didn’t expect this to happen. He didn’t want this to happen. He would have voiced his objection, but he was too distracted by Jake’s mouth moving vigorously against his own. He would have pushed the older boy off, but he wasn’t strong enough. His limbs were paper thin in comparison and that worried him. Evan’s heart sank and he closed his eyes tightly, praying for a miracle, anything that would make Jake get away from him. He felt the other boy’s fingers work on his belt and he felt his stomach clench in horror.

This is definitely not the way he expected things to go. Especially after all the conversations they’ve had on his fears and whatnot. Obviously that didn’t mean anything to Jake. Not with the way he was trying to force Evan’s clothes off. The boy squeezed his eyes shut a little tighter, his body going rigid. He couldn’t just lie there and let the boy he trusted take advantage of him. Even if he couldn’t fight that well, he’d sure as hell try. Evan shook his head, pushing his arms against Jake’s to push him away. “No,” he muttered weakly as he attempted to push him away. “C’mon, Evan,” Jake cooed, “I’ll be gentle.”

That was too much for Evan. He began to panic a lot more and his heart was beating rapidly against his ribcage. He pushed Jake away a little harder, the only word spilling repeatedly from his mouth being ‘no’. How much he wished he had something to beat this boy down with. And his wish came true now. He felt the boy above him move away with more force than he could produce himself and heard the unmistakable thump of something being hit and then thrown to the floor. Evan’s eyes went wide as he scrambled up to the head of his bed, staring at Jake who was now sitting on the floor, a confused look spread across his face. Beside him laid a desk lamp that was once on the other side of the room.

“What the fuck?” Jake huffed, bemused and angry. He glanced at the lamp and then back at Evan. “What’re you playing at? Where did this come from?” Evan shook his head and shrugged. “I don’t know,” he squeaked out. But that was a lie. He knew very well where it came from. “Who threw this? I thought you said no one was home?” he yelled, making Evan flinch. “T-they’re not,” he said meekly, pulling his knees as close to his chest as he could with his pants down around his ankles. “Are you lying to me, Evan?” Jake asked coldly, glaring strictly up at him. The boy could only manage to shake his head, his voice not trustworthy enough with the lump forming in his throat. “You know what I’ll have to do if you’re lying to me, Evan,” he said in that chilling monotone voice. He stared at Jake, attempting in vain to swallow the lump constricting his airway. Right then, he wished more than anything someone would come home and save him. He wanted to be saved at the moment, and it certainly wasn’t going to be Jake helping him out in any way.

It was then that Evan heard the front door open and he felt his heart sink and well up all at once. He was so relieved that someone was home, but at the same time, he dreaded the same fact. He stared at the open doorway, waiting with bated breath as the footsteps neared his room. On the stairs; One… Two… One… Two… He glanced over at Jake whose look of anger had turned to absolute horror. As he opened his mouth to yell once more at Evan, he was cut off by Adalyn standing in the doorway, her head tilted to the side in confusion. Obviously the scene at hand would cause some confusion in the girl; walking in to see her brother curled up at the head of his bed, pants around his ankles and his ‘best friend’ sitting on the floor with a lamp beside him… it could bestow some very perplexing thoughts. To clear things up, Evan screamed in his mind, “Ada, please make him leave! I promise to explain later, just please make him leave!” She looked over at him, glancing between the two before coughing awkwardly. “Uhm… Sorry, Jake,” she said, taking another step into the room, “But you need to go home. I need to talk to Evan about something very important.”

Jake glared up at Evan subtly and silently, picking himself up from off the floor, storming past Adalyn and out the front door, slamming it behind him. The girl sent a curious look at her brother before he began to tear up, soon winding up in full blown tears. Evan buried his face in his hands, finding his sister instantly beside him. “Shhh,” she cooed, gently stroking his hair, “Just tell me what’s wrong.” He shook his head, sobbing harder. He was far too ashamed to even speak about it. Adalyn seemed to understand what he meant. “Then just think it,” she whispered gently, wrapping her arm around his shoulder.

Evan recounted everything to her via thought as he allowed his cries to die down to dull sobs. He started from the point at which they left the park to the point where he subconsciously threw the lamp at Jake. When he could speak again, he muttered between after sobs, “A-and I thought I r-really l-l-liked him and he wouldn’t do someth-thing like that to m-me.” Adalyn simply nodded, collecting all the questions she wanted to ask as he continued on. “A-Ada, promise me s-something, okay?” he asked, his voice barely above a whisper. “Of course, Evan,” she muttered sincerely. He glanced up at her through glossy eyes, a hand swiping at his tear stained cheeks, trying to hide the evidence. “Please don’t tell mom and dad,” he muttered weakly, a worried look plastered over his face. If it weren’t for the given situation, Adalyn would have laughed and joked that she was just about to go tell them. Instead, she simply nodded, running a hand through his hair. “Of course not, Ev,” she said, giving him an honest smile.

“Just…,” she tested quietly, eyeing him, “Can I ask you a question?” He looked up at her, his brow furrowed before he nodded slowly. “Are you… uhm…,” she paused, unable to choose her wording correctly. “Are you… gay?” she asked. Evan flinched slightly, knowing the question would eventually arise. He never did tell his sister about his sexuality crisis, even though it’s been going on for a few years. He shook his head slowly. “No, n-not gay, exactly,” he mumbled, trying to sort out the chaos going on inside his mind. “Because, I mean, I-I still like girls… Just… n-not as much as I do g-guy,” he muttered, his cheeks flaring a rosy red. He wasn’t going to lie - Talking about his sexual preference with his sister was a little unnerving. But it did make him feel better to take it off his chest and actually put it out into the open.

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