Hello, everyone. Fall is here, even if the weather isn't any indicator, and that means it's the time of year for many, many writing contests. I thought it would be appropriate, then, if RoleplayGateway had its very own contest which is, of course, what this announcement is about.
Starting immediately, that is, October 4th, 2007, RoleplayGateway's first (hopefully annual) Short Story Writing Contest will begin. Any member is qualified to enter, from administrators to those who just stumbled over the threshold.
Entries may be submitted from any point between now and November 14th, after which the topic will be closed and a winner will be chosen, along with the top two runners-up. I look forward to reading all of your stories, and I'm sure that this contest is going to yield more than a few gems.
Again, those deadlines are:
Contest begins: October 4th, 2007
Contest ends: November 14th, 2007
There is no limit to the length of the story, but as the saying goes, a short story should be something that can be read in one sitting. The genre and style are completely open, as well.
Write your hearts out, RoleplayGateway.
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So You Think You Can Write?
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So You Think You Can Write? ( )
by Treize Khushrenada on Thu Oct 04, 2007 6:38 pm
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by Lenore. on Sun Oct 07, 2007 8:00 am
So... do we just post it here? ;-;
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by Treize Khushrenada on Mon Oct 08, 2007 2:06 pm
Yes, story entries should be posted here in this topic. Thanks for bringing that up.
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Ambush
Vorushko glanced around the corner of a building, and followed by glancing at his squadmates beside him. He shouldered his assault rifle and gestured for two soldiers to move across the road. Vorushko and the auto-riflemen manuevered around the corner, and the other soldiers bounded across. Without any warning, a bullet pierced the point man's armor, and the soldier grunted as he fell limb. Vorushko instinctively fired a few rounds in the direction of the sniper, as did the auto-riflemen as Vorushko barked an order. "Fireteam, get him to cover! We have a sniper!" ordered Vorushko to the squad as he laid down surpressive fire. Within the next few moments the fireteam lifted the wounded soldier, and bolted to cover. Vorushko grabbed a hold of his radio and clicked the button, "Command, this is Alpha One, we have a soldier down. We need an evac now! He's critically wounded," he barked out as he glanced at the wounded Private First Class.
"Ten-four Alpha One, black hawk inbound, ETA five minutes. Get to the rendenvous point, out."
Vorushko glanced at the worried soldiers. "Griggs, tend to the wound. Alexander, stand guard. I want this soldier stabilized ASAP." The Corporal nodded his head as he cleaned the wound, and bandaged it. However, the wounded soldier remained unconscious.
"Alright, Griggs and Alexander. Here's the plan. Rendenvous point is two clicks Northwest. That means we need to go towards the sniper. Alexander, pull out smoke. I want it twenty meters further then my throw, got it?"
"Yes sir, twenty meters closer to the sniper," Boris replied.
Vorushko grabbed a smoke grenade from his belt as he watched Griggs pick up the wounded soldier. He pulled the pin and threw the grenade ten meters down the street. He heard the explosion and counted slowly. One, two, three, four and five. He watched as Boris pulled the pin and threw the grenade. The grenade bounced, and skidded to a halt before exploding. Within another five seconds the street was covered in grey smoke, and the soldiers flicked on their infrared within their helmets. Vorushko hustled through the smoke, his A-BR23 Assault Rifle shouldered, and ready to fire at any orange or red figure. Several seconds passed by, and he raised his arm in a ninety degree arch with a closed fist. The squad halted and Vorushko threw out another smoke grenade. The grenade exploded, and more smoke filled the street. Vorushko spotted an orange and red figure come into view. He swiftly aimmed his assault rifle and pulled the trigger. A short burst blasted through the muzzle, and the figure dropped. "Move, move, move!" The squadron followed Vorushko closely as they were led through the smoke. Vorushko leaned against the wall of a building... they made it. However, all of a sudden they heard the rotors of a helicopter and a barrage of bullets pelted the smoke with incredible speed.
"Shit, get to cover. Inbound heli!" Vorushko ordered as the fireteam scrambled to find cover before the smoke cleared. "Koltrain, take out that heli as soon as you see it!"
"Yes sir!" he replied as he pulled out his AT-5 HEAV. The helicopter could be heard, but the smoke still rendered it invisible to infrared. The smoke disappeared and a strange figure of colors came into view. Boris fired the AT-5, and a massive back blast exploded through the end as a rocket launched forward. The helicopter attempted too dodge, but it was too late. The rocket smashed into the side, and detonated. The fireworks above caused the insurgents who were dropped off to take cover or prone. Tons of debris fell to the ground as it shook.
"Hooah!" yelled out Boris as he scored a direct hit.
"Fireteam, fire at will. We have inbound tangos!" ordered Vorushko . Griggs set the wounded soldier down and pulled out his PDW-55 SMG. Sporadic firing could be heard as the fireteam ambushed the confused insurgents. Insurgent after insurgent they fell motionless, their body's full of bullet holes. "RPG!" yelled out Vorushko as he saw an insurgent fire the round. Vorushko leapt from the car he used as cover, and rolled. The RPG round collided with the vehicle and it blew up in a ball of inferno. He crouched and fired in bursts at the insurgent. The man fell dead with a dozen holes in his torso. He hurried to cover beside Boris as more insurgents came out from behind buildings, wave after wave like ants battling to keep their home.
Boris fired his M182 SAW until he ran dry of ammunition in the box, "Reloading!" he yelled out as he began reloading. Griggs and Vorushko fired their weapons in short bursts, providing enough fire power to surpress until Boris was finished. Several seconds passed by and Boris was firing rounds again.
"Reloading!" called out Vorushko as he discharged the magazine. He shoved a new clip into the rifle, pulled the lever, and was ready to continue firing. "Cover me!" he called out as he stood. He switched to his M250 and fired a 50mm grenade from his underslung grenade launcher. The round flew through the air and collided into an insurgent. The high-explosive round caused the insurgent to be chucked into pieces, as the magnitude of the blast sent several other insurgents falling with severe burns. He popped the chamber forward, and the used shell fell out. He shoved a new 50mm round into the chamber and closed it. He took aim and fired again. More insurgents fell to the ground, viciously burned. After two minutes of intense combat, the insurgents stopped swarming the street like locusts.
"Move out, we only have two minutes to get nearly two clicks!" he ordered as Griggs lifted the wounded Private First Class to his shoulders. The fireteam moved quickly, leaving the dreadful battlefield behind them. Two minutes passed and the fireteam saw the helicopter in the distance. They hurried quicker, and in thirty seconds they were boarded, and flying home.
Re: So You Think You Can Write? ( )
by Akavira on Thu Oct 18, 2007 9:14 pm
Ambush
Vorushko glanced around the corner of a building, and followed by glancing at his squadmates beside him. He shouldered his assault rifle and gestured for two soldiers to move across the road. Vorushko and the auto-riflemen manuevered around the corner, and the other soldiers bounded across. Without any warning, a bullet pierced the point man's armor, and the soldier grunted as he fell limb. Vorushko instinctively fired a few rounds in the direction of the sniper, as did the auto-riflemen as Vorushko barked an order. "Fireteam, get him to cover! We have a sniper!" ordered Vorushko to the squad as he laid down surpressive fire. Within the next few moments the fireteam lifted the wounded soldier, and bolted to cover. Vorushko grabbed a hold of his radio and clicked the button, "Command, this is Alpha One, we have a soldier down. We need an evac now! He's critically wounded," he barked out as he glanced at the wounded Private First Class.
"Ten-four Alpha One, black hawk inbound, ETA five minutes. Get to the rendenvous point, out."
Vorushko glanced at the worried soldiers. "Griggs, tend to the wound. Alexander, stand guard. I want this soldier stabilized ASAP." The Corporal nodded his head as he cleaned the wound, and bandaged it. However, the wounded soldier remained unconscious.
"Alright, Griggs and Alexander. Here's the plan. Rendenvous point is two clicks Northwest. That means we need to go towards the sniper. Alexander, pull out smoke. I want it twenty meters further then my throw, got it?"
"Yes sir, twenty meters closer to the sniper," Boris replied.
Vorushko grabbed a smoke grenade from his belt as he watched Griggs pick up the wounded soldier. He pulled the pin and threw the grenade ten meters down the street. He heard the explosion and counted slowly. One, two, three, four and five. He watched as Boris pulled the pin and threw the grenade. The grenade bounced, and skidded to a halt before exploding. Within another five seconds the street was covered in grey smoke, and the soldiers flicked on their infrared within their helmets. Vorushko hustled through the smoke, his A-BR23 Assault Rifle shouldered, and ready to fire at any orange or red figure. Several seconds passed by, and he raised his arm in a ninety degree arch with a closed fist. The squad halted and Vorushko threw out another smoke grenade. The grenade exploded, and more smoke filled the street. Vorushko spotted an orange and red figure come into view. He swiftly aimmed his assault rifle and pulled the trigger. A short burst blasted through the muzzle, and the figure dropped. "Move, move, move!" The squadron followed Vorushko closely as they were led through the smoke. Vorushko leaned against the wall of a building... they made it. However, all of a sudden they heard the rotors of a helicopter and a barrage of bullets pelted the smoke with incredible speed.
"Shit, get to cover. Inbound heli!" Vorushko ordered as the fireteam scrambled to find cover before the smoke cleared. "Koltrain, take out that heli as soon as you see it!"
"Yes sir!" he replied as he pulled out his AT-5 HEAV. The helicopter could be heard, but the smoke still rendered it invisible to infrared. The smoke disappeared and a strange figure of colors came into view. Boris fired the AT-5, and a massive back blast exploded through the end as a rocket launched forward. The helicopter attempted too dodge, but it was too late. The rocket smashed into the side, and detonated. The fireworks above caused the insurgents who were dropped off to take cover or prone. Tons of debris fell to the ground as it shook.
"Hooah!" yelled out Boris as he scored a direct hit.
"Fireteam, fire at will. We have inbound tangos!" ordered Vorushko . Griggs set the wounded soldier down and pulled out his PDW-55 SMG. Sporadic firing could be heard as the fireteam ambushed the confused insurgents. Insurgent after insurgent they fell motionless, their body's full of bullet holes. "RPG!" yelled out Vorushko as he saw an insurgent fire the round. Vorushko leapt from the car he used as cover, and rolled. The RPG round collided with the vehicle and it blew up in a ball of inferno. He crouched and fired in bursts at the insurgent. The man fell dead with a dozen holes in his torso. He hurried to cover beside Boris as more insurgents came out from behind buildings, wave after wave like ants battling to keep their home.
Boris fired his M182 SAW until he ran dry of ammunition in the box, "Reloading!" he yelled out as he began reloading. Griggs and Vorushko fired their weapons in short bursts, providing enough fire power to surpress until Boris was finished. Several seconds passed by and Boris was firing rounds again.
"Reloading!" called out Vorushko as he discharged the magazine. He shoved a new clip into the rifle, pulled the lever, and was ready to continue firing. "Cover me!" he called out as he stood. He switched to his M250 and fired a 50mm grenade from his underslung grenade launcher. The round flew through the air and collided into an insurgent. The high-explosive round caused the insurgent to be chucked into pieces, as the magnitude of the blast sent several other insurgents falling with severe burns. He popped the chamber forward, and the used shell fell out. He shoved a new 50mm round into the chamber and closed it. He took aim and fired again. More insurgents fell to the ground, viciously burned. After two minutes of intense combat, the insurgents stopped swarming the street like locusts.
"Move out, we only have two minutes to get nearly two clicks!" he ordered as Griggs lifted the wounded Private First Class to his shoulders. The fireteam moved quickly, leaving the dreadful battlefield behind them. Two minutes passed and the fireteam saw the helicopter in the distance. They hurried quicker, and in thirty seconds they were boarded, and flying home.
Last edited by Akavira on Wed Nov 14, 2007 7:18 am, edited 3 times in total.
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Okay here's my entry - part 1 anyway
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by nibbi on Sun Oct 21, 2007 12:52 pm
Winter stole quietly over the sleepy suburbans streets claiming everything it touched. While Mist, that sultry handmaiden, curled langorously through the quiet caul-de-sacs and drapped itself over manicured front gardens; her icy brother frost carressed the slumbering forms of mercs and bmws, tracing his delicate patterns across the glass. Though the first feeble rays of the Sun trickled over the horizon, Night, Winter's lover, still held sway, leeching the colours from freshly painted doors and letterboxes. It was the turning, the time between times. Already the trees had withered, stripped bare by the lashings of Winter's cruel tongue and ever on the horizon hung the threat of Snow. Even the air itself carried Winter's taint. Thin and crisp, she breathed it in, feeling the icy fingers slide across her throat and tip toe down her spine. She shivered, exalting in the power of the sensation and the relentless conquest of Winter. Let it take them, she thought.
The whole suburb was a testament to middle-class thought control. Nice, quiet, safe. The kind of place you go to die or raise your 2.5 over-indulged children. 'Happy' families huddled behind double glazing, double brick and double garage homes. Cowering in fear, they eeked out their insignificet lives in denial of the savage world they lived in. Let it take them all. In her mind, the servants of Winter slipped icy tendrils through the cracks. They crept through unlit hallways and passed like ghosts through closed doors. Unchallenged, unstopable they crept into the very bones of their unconscious victims. The voyeuristic delight of the image brought a smile to her blue black, glossy lips.
The tap of her metal capped heels dissected the silence like a scalpel as she strode through their little town. Wrapped head to foot in her velvet-trimmed, black leather coat she was a stranger among them, an outsider. A spider crawling through over their carefully controlled lives. She imagined a silky web spinning out from her in all directions, like the delicate black lace that traced it's way across her body. Beneath the coat, it's silky threads wound all the way from her fingertips back to the heavy, ribbed leather that buckled tightly over her breasts and corsetted in her waist. A pair of tights, split at the sides, coated her legs from the corset down to her knee-high boots. She loved her boots, all buckles and laces, metal and leather. Besides they matched her collar. Just thinking about all that leather and lace carressing her body excited her. She knew she looked hot, like sex on a stick, like Kate Beckinsale in that movie 'Underworld'. So what if she was carrying a little extra weight. If there were a few more bulges that peaked out from beneath the corset and above the tights. If her body wobbled slightly with each step. If the few people that she passed tended to snigger as she passed. So what, she knew she was sexy. What did she care what those insignificent worker ants thought? Her master, she thought with a smile, would be pleased. She shivered again but this time not with the cold.
She was nearly home now and anticipation quickened her step. There was nothing obvious about her house. It was indistinguishable from the other carbon copies that lined the street. It had no wiccah pentagrams, goat skulls or candles. Not on the outside anyway. She felt around in her bag, leather of course, fishing out her keys. They slid into the lock with a satisfying click. There was no ominous creak as the door opened or b grade special effects. Just the comfort of slipping quietly out of their world and into hers.
The whole suburb was a testament to middle-class thought control. Nice, quiet, safe. The kind of place you go to die or raise your 2.5 over-indulged children. 'Happy' families huddled behind double glazing, double brick and double garage homes. Cowering in fear, they eeked out their insignificet lives in denial of the savage world they lived in. Let it take them all. In her mind, the servants of Winter slipped icy tendrils through the cracks. They crept through unlit hallways and passed like ghosts through closed doors. Unchallenged, unstopable they crept into the very bones of their unconscious victims. The voyeuristic delight of the image brought a smile to her blue black, glossy lips.
The tap of her metal capped heels dissected the silence like a scalpel as she strode through their little town. Wrapped head to foot in her velvet-trimmed, black leather coat she was a stranger among them, an outsider. A spider crawling through over their carefully controlled lives. She imagined a silky web spinning out from her in all directions, like the delicate black lace that traced it's way across her body. Beneath the coat, it's silky threads wound all the way from her fingertips back to the heavy, ribbed leather that buckled tightly over her breasts and corsetted in her waist. A pair of tights, split at the sides, coated her legs from the corset down to her knee-high boots. She loved her boots, all buckles and laces, metal and leather. Besides they matched her collar. Just thinking about all that leather and lace carressing her body excited her. She knew she looked hot, like sex on a stick, like Kate Beckinsale in that movie 'Underworld'. So what if she was carrying a little extra weight. If there were a few more bulges that peaked out from beneath the corset and above the tights. If her body wobbled slightly with each step. If the few people that she passed tended to snigger as she passed. So what, she knew she was sexy. What did she care what those insignificent worker ants thought? Her master, she thought with a smile, would be pleased. She shivered again but this time not with the cold.
She was nearly home now and anticipation quickened her step. There was nothing obvious about her house. It was indistinguishable from the other carbon copies that lined the street. It had no wiccah pentagrams, goat skulls or candles. Not on the outside anyway. She felt around in her bag, leather of course, fishing out her keys. They slid into the lock with a satisfying click. There was no ominous creak as the door opened or b grade special effects. Just the comfort of slipping quietly out of their world and into hers.
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by golddenvaulter on Sun Oct 21, 2007 4:55 pm
Ok, So anything right? Even if it is a fanfic? *My tummy is all flip floppy from nerves...* Ok Here is goes, my fanfic of Kingdom Hearts...I hope this isn't too childish.
She was a normal kid. Active with sports, school, anything she could get her hands on. Throughout her childhood, she was involved in gymnastics. It consumed her life. Four hours a day everyday of the week. No break. This also included long days at school. She ran every year for class president, winning the title in 3rd grade, 4th grade, and 6th grade. She participated in all the school musicals and plays. She even picked up and instrument. She loved the flute. IT brought her peace in her times of chaos. She excelled in class, getting straight A’s. She was wonderful. Although she wasn’t far from trouble. She liked to rough house with the boys on recess. She was tough in kickball, tag, soccer. She wasn’t going to let anyone win. Competition was the one time she turned into a hellfire. But this was all normal for a child.
The thing is though, she wasn’t a normal child. Born Suzen Mari Ech, no one knew she was the Key. In high school, she changed directions a little. Becoming a star marcher of the marching band she excelled wonderfully in music. The thing that soothed the best became the beast’s pastime. She soon picked up pole vaulting as well. She slowly faded from gymnastics, wanting to explore other options. She loved pole vault. It was the aggression coming out in her again. Competition, everyone could see, brought flames to her eyes and set her a glow. This she excelled in as well, becoming ranked number one in the State and eventually moving on to college.
College is where our story begins. Unaware of the events from two years ago, Earth happily rotated in silence. That is what it was meant to do. Two years ago, the worlds became unlocked. Heartless seethed through them causing damage and eventually taking out numerous worlds. Earth was protected though. It sat on the edge of the known universe; the closest world was a trip and a half for any Gummi Ship. This kept the Key Child safe from anyone who would use the child for wrong doing. This was soon to be broken. Xemnas, leader of the Organization XIII, had caught wind of the mythical child. It was an ancient myth passed in secret to one generation to the next. A child born with the Key to Kingdom Hearts. This child was neither good nor bad, possessing both qualities equally. The child was the master of the light and the darkness. It was pure myth; just like Kingdom Hearts…Xemnas was secretly searching for the child scanning all the worlds known. Until one day he happened upon a silent world. Hidden within the edges of the universe. King Mickey, who had turned a blind side to Xemnas’s searching, finally began to worry...
Suzen was now in college, it was her first year. She was so excited! She had received a scholarship to be on the track team for pole vault. She was planning on majoring In Political Science and having one heck of a time in the best four years of her life. One night early in the first semester, she was walking home from a long evening at the study tables for athletes. It was almost dark. The sun had already set. She was making her way back to the dorms when about 5 feet in front of her a purplely warp hole appeared. Not believing what she was seeing, she stood there watching it. It was when a black gloved hand emerged from it that she ducked behind a nearby bush. The rest of the figured emerged as a tall, obviously male, person with a black cloak. The hood was up so she couldn’t see the man’s face. The warp tunnel disappeared behind him and he looked around. “Hmm…this isn’t right…” She heard a male’s voice come from the hood. He then turned around and created the purple warp tunnel and started to go back through. Somehow Suzen was drawn to it. She wanted to see what was on the other side. She followed behind him, he never knowing she did.
Suzen closed her eyes as the warp tunnel took her to King Mickey’s Castle. She landed with a -THUMP- right outside the castle gates. She slowly opened her eyes to see Pluto the yellow bloodhound bounding towards her. He was barking and she was a bit scared at first hoping he wouldn’t attack her. He came right up to her and gave her a big lick on the face. She laughed and stood up. Mickey came running towards her from the gates. “Oh! Suzen Mari! You made it safely. Good. Please hurry inside before the Organization has realized what they have done!” Mickey grabbed her hand and pulled her to the castle gates. What they didn’t know what that, the Organization member had stopped there on purpose. He looked over from the side of the castle wall and lowered his hood. He had red spiky hair that gave the illusion of being on fire and emerald green eyes with distinct marks below them. Axel was given the duty of watching the Key to Kingdom Hearts. “The thing is…” He said crossing his arms as Mickey and Suzen went inside, “She’s too pretty to be a Key…and I have more important things to deal with as in getting Roxas back.” He pondered for a moment. “Yes, I will get back to this Key later.” He disappeared into the Warp Hole.
In the castle Mickey tried to explain everything to Suzen. She understood for the most part. She even somehow got a hold of a keyblade, 2 keyblades that is. Since she was the Key, she had one to lock and one to unlock Kingdom Hearts…
Her blades were beautiful. One key, the Key of Eternal Light, was a pure white. It had a ribbon design climbing up and down the blade in a pure gold coloring. The teeth of the keyblade were angel wings. The wings of a Guardian Angel. On the keychain was a small child with four white wings protruding from each side. Creating an opposite energy was her other keyblade, Hellfire. It was pitch black with flames, almost life like, racing up and down the shaft of the key. The teeth of the key were Hellish demon wings. On the keychain was a demon child with pointed tail and bat wings. The keys were truly opposites.
After learning what the universe had endured the past two years, Suzen was sent to Hallow Bastion to wait for Sora, Donald, and Goofy. King Mickey shooed her off the Gummi Ship and told her to look for a man named Leon.
“Great…” She said to herself as the King’s ship sailed off. He apparently had some urgent items to take care of immediately. She sighed and started to head off towards the town. Her copper red hair blew in the wind as she walked. Half of it was pulled back in two clips to keep it from coming down into her emerald eyes. The rest fell to just the tip of her shoulders and every layer flipped out at different lengths. She still had one problem her bangs, side swept to the left. Continued to fall over her left eye. It was slightly annoying but she told herself to get use to it. She was focused on tightening the leather gauntlet on her right wrist when she ran head on into a girl about the same height as herself.
“OUCH!” Cried the girl. She was petite and childish looking, but appeared to be the same age as Suzen. She had short black hair with a bandana tied fashionably in it. On her back was a shurikien.
“Hey, watch where you’re going….Heeyy…aren’t you that Suzen girl? Leon was telling me about you!” She said looking at Suzen still sitting on the ground rubbing a small goose egg on her forehead.
“Yeah, that’s me…wait did you say Leon? King Mickey told me to meet up with him!” Suzen felt this girl was on the same side as herself so talking about the King did not bother her, although it was a small piece of information so being bothered by it quickly faded. The girl, who Suzen was quickly finding out was just as child like as her appearance held out her hand.
“Here, let me help you up! Since you’re new around here I’ll let that crash pass…but next time, you should watch where you’re walking!” She laughed and pulled Suzen up into a standing position.
“Thanks” Suzen replied looking around.
“Ok, so we’re off to see Leon! Follow me!” She said tugging on Suzen’s bare arm. She was off. Running at top speed.
“Hey! Wait up! I don’t even know your name!” Suzen cried running after her. She could see this girl becoming a pain in her side…
“It’s Yuffie…that’s her name.” A soft voice said as Suzen ran by a close opening. Suzen stopped to see who it was that said it. It was a young woman in a white and pink halter dress. She was very beautiful. Her brown hair was pulled into a long braided ponytail and her emerald eyes shone in the sunlight.
“I’m Aerith, by the way. And you must be Suzen. I’ve heard a lot about you!” Aerith said smiling. Suzen couldn’t help but smile back at her.
“Well, it’s a pleasure to meet you! More of a pleasure than Yuffie!” Suzen giggled at her own joke. “I mean she’s nice and helpful, Yuffie, I mean…but it seems she gets a little ahead of herself…” Suzen corrected herself when she noticed Aerith didn’t laugh.
Aerith smiled. “Yes. She is always ready to help out sometimes skipping a step or two. Please let’s hurry before she notices that she lost you!” Aerith turned and started to walk up the stairway that lead to a small village at the base of a very large castle. Suzen stared at everything taking in everything she could. It wasn’t that every day you travel to different worlds and are the Key to saving the universe for ultimate baddies.
Aerith continued through the town when all of a sudden just before reaching the entrance of the castle, a dark purple warp tunnel appeared. Aerith flung her arm in front of Suzen in a maternal way, halting her in her spot. Suzen looked up, once again not watching where she was walking and saw, just as before an arm and then a body cloaked in black appear through the wrap tunnel. As the tunnel dissipated, Yuffie and a man with brown hair and a scar across his nose appeared behind the Organization member. Suzen assumed that man was Leon.
“Well, well, if it isn’t a party! I should have invited more! I feel…out numbered…” The hooded man laughed at his sarcasm. No one else was laughing though. Leon pulled out a sword that looked as if it were attached to a gun. Suzen furrowed her brow at the sight of it.
“Leave now, or are you looking for a fight?” Leon said stepping closer to the Man. The man shook his head and shrugged his shoulders.
“Nah, I’m not here for a fight. I was sent to spy on her” he pointed to Suzen, “But I guess I caught. Too bad…” He said turning to face Leon and Yuffie and placing his back to Aerith and Suzen. Yuffie pulled out her weapon as well now. Suzen felt it was time to summon hers. Out of nowhere in a cloud of feathers The Key of Eternal Light appeared in her left hand and in a burst of flames, Hellfire appeared in the right. The Organization Member turned quickly and rushed at the girl. He quickly got around her pushing Aerith to the ground and wrapping his left arm tightly around Suzen’s neck. His weapons, the Chakras, where in each hand. Leon tried to rush him but he knew he would crush Suzen’s throat if he even tried. In the event of rushing Suzen, the Organization Member’s hood had fallen from his head revealing his identity. He was pale skinned with emerald green eyes. Under each eye was a scar pointing down. His hair was a flame red and spiked all over the place. He began to laugh.
“Oops…I’ve let my hood down. Now, you know who I am! The name’s Axel, A-X-E-L, got it memorized?” He looked down at Suzen and smiled at her. “Well, you’re not of much use now…I’ll come back when you’re a tad bit…how shall I put this better equip to fight.” He laughed and let go of her and shoved her towards Leon and Yuffie. Yuffie and Aerith caught Suzen as Leon jumped past them to try to confront Axel.
“Too bad you need some lessons too!” Axel laughed as a burst of flames erupted right in front of Leon as Axel made his escape through another purple warp tunnel. Leon had to jump back quickly to narrowly miss getting licked by the flames. In doing so he had lost his balance and had to take a knee to the ground.
“Ohhh! I hate those guys! They are such a nuisance!” Yuffie said letting go of Suzen and stomping her feet. Leon watched her from the ground and then slowly stood up with the help of his gunblade.
“We better get inside now…” He said standing once again. “At least there the security system works.” Yuffie nodded. Once Suzen had regained her balance, she as politely as she could shrug off Aerith. She began to walk towards the spot where Axel had disappeared. She stood silently thinking…The true reality of the matter was finally starting to sink in. She may not come out of this alive…
Leon and Yuffie had already started for the entrance of the castle. Aerith stayed, waiting patiently for Suzen. “Suzen?” Aerith finally said after a moments. Suzen came out of thought and turned to face Aerith.
“Who was he?” Suzen said after a few more moments. “I honestly don’t think he wants to hurt us…” Suzen crossed her arms and started to walk towards Aerith. Aerith stood silently and smiled at Suzen.
“Maybe you’re right.” She said when Suzen met up with her and they turned and headed for the entrance as well. “But, right now we need to be getting inside before anything else shows up.” When they entered the castle it was a massive maze to get to the control center. It seemed all castles were like this…For the majority of the walk Suzen stayed relatively quiet. Aerith was asking her about her home and Suzen was answering them absent-mindedly. After a few more moments Suzen saw a picture of a whitish haired man on the wall. She asked Aerith who he was. Aerith replied, “Ansem” Then Aerith explained everything about their previous leader. Although interesting, Suzen thought there was something fishy about the portrait.
They finally made it to the central systems, where Yuffie was prancing around and Leon was fiddling with a large computer with another man. He was much older than the rest of them. He had sandy blonde hair and was chewing on a long piece of toothpick.
“@#!%$# Why won’t you work!” cried the older man.
“Cid, calm down…Umm…You’ll figure it out.” Leon was getting aggravated by Cid’s short temper. Yuffie stopped, looked at the two guys and then spun and brought her gaze upon Suzen and Aerith.
“Heeyy! You guys finally made it!” She bounced up to the two and then mumbled under her breath, “These two have been at each other for the past 20 minutes!” Yuffie was rolling her eyes as Leon turned around quickly. He nudged Cid, who was still cussing at the computer. Cid turned around quickly and sputtered an annoyed “What?” Then he realized why everyone was so quiet.
“Erm, hi…I’m Cid!” He managed to say after turning a slight shade of red. Suzen laughed, knowing he was embarrassed for the way he was acting.
“I’m Suzen! It is a pleasure to meet you!” She paused for a moment, then turned her attention to Leon. “So Leon, King Mickey told me to find you, which I have, thanks you Aerith and Yuffie but now, where is Sora, Donald, and Goofy?” She had placed her hands on her hips and was staring, hard, at Leon. He shook his head. Obviously he did not know.
“They should be here any moment now.” Suzen nodded. “Right, he did after all tell me to wait!” She smiled which soon faded from her face and she began to bite her lip.
Later that evening Suzen snuck out and decided to take a walk around. She came upon the Bailey and sat in the crudely carved stone window. She stared intently at what appeared to be a rundown castle in the distance. She soon became bored with that and fell into her own thoughts. She was so “focused” on her own concerns and worries, that she didn’t realize a dark figure had appeared behind her.
“You know….If you think any harder your head might explode!” It was Axel, the man from earlier that day! Suzen jumped into the air, almost falling off the ledge but, Axel grabbed her just in time and pulled her back over the window sill. She stood silently staring at him in disbelief.
“What? You look like you’ve a ghost…” He said smiling. Suzen wasn’t smiling though and she finally gathered her thoughts.
“Why, if you are with the Organization, are you helping me? You could have used me today but you didn’t and now, you just saved my life. I don’t get it!” She was staring hard into his eyes, studying his for any emotion. HE just shrugged his shoulders.
“Eh…I like you? I don’t know, you just seemed, like the type that needs saving!” He crossed his arms over his chest and walked over to next to her. He turned and looked out the “stone window”.
“Watch yourself, Suzen. You honestly have no idea what you are dealing with. He’s on your trail. Once he finds you he’ll have you unless you get stronger.” Then he grabbed her wrist and with his other hand he pulled from one of his pockets what appeared to be a tiny chain. He placed it in her opened hand and then closed it with his.
“Consider that a mark of our friendship, Got it memorized?” With that, he slowly stepped away from her and a warp hole appeared behind him, which he got in and disappeared into the darkness.
In Suzen’s hand was a necklace. It was on a beautiful silver chain. The pendant dangling from it was a silver circle with a flame in the center. Suzen immediately put it on and smiled. She really didn’t know what to think about her “new friend” if it was real or fake.
She was a normal kid. Active with sports, school, anything she could get her hands on. Throughout her childhood, she was involved in gymnastics. It consumed her life. Four hours a day everyday of the week. No break. This also included long days at school. She ran every year for class president, winning the title in 3rd grade, 4th grade, and 6th grade. She participated in all the school musicals and plays. She even picked up and instrument. She loved the flute. IT brought her peace in her times of chaos. She excelled in class, getting straight A’s. She was wonderful. Although she wasn’t far from trouble. She liked to rough house with the boys on recess. She was tough in kickball, tag, soccer. She wasn’t going to let anyone win. Competition was the one time she turned into a hellfire. But this was all normal for a child.
The thing is though, she wasn’t a normal child. Born Suzen Mari Ech, no one knew she was the Key. In high school, she changed directions a little. Becoming a star marcher of the marching band she excelled wonderfully in music. The thing that soothed the best became the beast’s pastime. She soon picked up pole vaulting as well. She slowly faded from gymnastics, wanting to explore other options. She loved pole vault. It was the aggression coming out in her again. Competition, everyone could see, brought flames to her eyes and set her a glow. This she excelled in as well, becoming ranked number one in the State and eventually moving on to college.
College is where our story begins. Unaware of the events from two years ago, Earth happily rotated in silence. That is what it was meant to do. Two years ago, the worlds became unlocked. Heartless seethed through them causing damage and eventually taking out numerous worlds. Earth was protected though. It sat on the edge of the known universe; the closest world was a trip and a half for any Gummi Ship. This kept the Key Child safe from anyone who would use the child for wrong doing. This was soon to be broken. Xemnas, leader of the Organization XIII, had caught wind of the mythical child. It was an ancient myth passed in secret to one generation to the next. A child born with the Key to Kingdom Hearts. This child was neither good nor bad, possessing both qualities equally. The child was the master of the light and the darkness. It was pure myth; just like Kingdom Hearts…Xemnas was secretly searching for the child scanning all the worlds known. Until one day he happened upon a silent world. Hidden within the edges of the universe. King Mickey, who had turned a blind side to Xemnas’s searching, finally began to worry...
Suzen was now in college, it was her first year. She was so excited! She had received a scholarship to be on the track team for pole vault. She was planning on majoring In Political Science and having one heck of a time in the best four years of her life. One night early in the first semester, she was walking home from a long evening at the study tables for athletes. It was almost dark. The sun had already set. She was making her way back to the dorms when about 5 feet in front of her a purplely warp hole appeared. Not believing what she was seeing, she stood there watching it. It was when a black gloved hand emerged from it that she ducked behind a nearby bush. The rest of the figured emerged as a tall, obviously male, person with a black cloak. The hood was up so she couldn’t see the man’s face. The warp tunnel disappeared behind him and he looked around. “Hmm…this isn’t right…” She heard a male’s voice come from the hood. He then turned around and created the purple warp tunnel and started to go back through. Somehow Suzen was drawn to it. She wanted to see what was on the other side. She followed behind him, he never knowing she did.
Suzen closed her eyes as the warp tunnel took her to King Mickey’s Castle. She landed with a -THUMP- right outside the castle gates. She slowly opened her eyes to see Pluto the yellow bloodhound bounding towards her. He was barking and she was a bit scared at first hoping he wouldn’t attack her. He came right up to her and gave her a big lick on the face. She laughed and stood up. Mickey came running towards her from the gates. “Oh! Suzen Mari! You made it safely. Good. Please hurry inside before the Organization has realized what they have done!” Mickey grabbed her hand and pulled her to the castle gates. What they didn’t know what that, the Organization member had stopped there on purpose. He looked over from the side of the castle wall and lowered his hood. He had red spiky hair that gave the illusion of being on fire and emerald green eyes with distinct marks below them. Axel was given the duty of watching the Key to Kingdom Hearts. “The thing is…” He said crossing his arms as Mickey and Suzen went inside, “She’s too pretty to be a Key…and I have more important things to deal with as in getting Roxas back.” He pondered for a moment. “Yes, I will get back to this Key later.” He disappeared into the Warp Hole.
In the castle Mickey tried to explain everything to Suzen. She understood for the most part. She even somehow got a hold of a keyblade, 2 keyblades that is. Since she was the Key, she had one to lock and one to unlock Kingdom Hearts…
Her blades were beautiful. One key, the Key of Eternal Light, was a pure white. It had a ribbon design climbing up and down the blade in a pure gold coloring. The teeth of the keyblade were angel wings. The wings of a Guardian Angel. On the keychain was a small child with four white wings protruding from each side. Creating an opposite energy was her other keyblade, Hellfire. It was pitch black with flames, almost life like, racing up and down the shaft of the key. The teeth of the key were Hellish demon wings. On the keychain was a demon child with pointed tail and bat wings. The keys were truly opposites.
After learning what the universe had endured the past two years, Suzen was sent to Hallow Bastion to wait for Sora, Donald, and Goofy. King Mickey shooed her off the Gummi Ship and told her to look for a man named Leon.
“Great…” She said to herself as the King’s ship sailed off. He apparently had some urgent items to take care of immediately. She sighed and started to head off towards the town. Her copper red hair blew in the wind as she walked. Half of it was pulled back in two clips to keep it from coming down into her emerald eyes. The rest fell to just the tip of her shoulders and every layer flipped out at different lengths. She still had one problem her bangs, side swept to the left. Continued to fall over her left eye. It was slightly annoying but she told herself to get use to it. She was focused on tightening the leather gauntlet on her right wrist when she ran head on into a girl about the same height as herself.
“OUCH!” Cried the girl. She was petite and childish looking, but appeared to be the same age as Suzen. She had short black hair with a bandana tied fashionably in it. On her back was a shurikien.
“Hey, watch where you’re going….Heeyy…aren’t you that Suzen girl? Leon was telling me about you!” She said looking at Suzen still sitting on the ground rubbing a small goose egg on her forehead.
“Yeah, that’s me…wait did you say Leon? King Mickey told me to meet up with him!” Suzen felt this girl was on the same side as herself so talking about the King did not bother her, although it was a small piece of information so being bothered by it quickly faded. The girl, who Suzen was quickly finding out was just as child like as her appearance held out her hand.
“Here, let me help you up! Since you’re new around here I’ll let that crash pass…but next time, you should watch where you’re walking!” She laughed and pulled Suzen up into a standing position.
“Thanks” Suzen replied looking around.
“Ok, so we’re off to see Leon! Follow me!” She said tugging on Suzen’s bare arm. She was off. Running at top speed.
“Hey! Wait up! I don’t even know your name!” Suzen cried running after her. She could see this girl becoming a pain in her side…
“It’s Yuffie…that’s her name.” A soft voice said as Suzen ran by a close opening. Suzen stopped to see who it was that said it. It was a young woman in a white and pink halter dress. She was very beautiful. Her brown hair was pulled into a long braided ponytail and her emerald eyes shone in the sunlight.
“I’m Aerith, by the way. And you must be Suzen. I’ve heard a lot about you!” Aerith said smiling. Suzen couldn’t help but smile back at her.
“Well, it’s a pleasure to meet you! More of a pleasure than Yuffie!” Suzen giggled at her own joke. “I mean she’s nice and helpful, Yuffie, I mean…but it seems she gets a little ahead of herself…” Suzen corrected herself when she noticed Aerith didn’t laugh.
Aerith smiled. “Yes. She is always ready to help out sometimes skipping a step or two. Please let’s hurry before she notices that she lost you!” Aerith turned and started to walk up the stairway that lead to a small village at the base of a very large castle. Suzen stared at everything taking in everything she could. It wasn’t that every day you travel to different worlds and are the Key to saving the universe for ultimate baddies.
Aerith continued through the town when all of a sudden just before reaching the entrance of the castle, a dark purple warp tunnel appeared. Aerith flung her arm in front of Suzen in a maternal way, halting her in her spot. Suzen looked up, once again not watching where she was walking and saw, just as before an arm and then a body cloaked in black appear through the wrap tunnel. As the tunnel dissipated, Yuffie and a man with brown hair and a scar across his nose appeared behind the Organization member. Suzen assumed that man was Leon.
“Well, well, if it isn’t a party! I should have invited more! I feel…out numbered…” The hooded man laughed at his sarcasm. No one else was laughing though. Leon pulled out a sword that looked as if it were attached to a gun. Suzen furrowed her brow at the sight of it.
“Leave now, or are you looking for a fight?” Leon said stepping closer to the Man. The man shook his head and shrugged his shoulders.
“Nah, I’m not here for a fight. I was sent to spy on her” he pointed to Suzen, “But I guess I caught. Too bad…” He said turning to face Leon and Yuffie and placing his back to Aerith and Suzen. Yuffie pulled out her weapon as well now. Suzen felt it was time to summon hers. Out of nowhere in a cloud of feathers The Key of Eternal Light appeared in her left hand and in a burst of flames, Hellfire appeared in the right. The Organization Member turned quickly and rushed at the girl. He quickly got around her pushing Aerith to the ground and wrapping his left arm tightly around Suzen’s neck. His weapons, the Chakras, where in each hand. Leon tried to rush him but he knew he would crush Suzen’s throat if he even tried. In the event of rushing Suzen, the Organization Member’s hood had fallen from his head revealing his identity. He was pale skinned with emerald green eyes. Under each eye was a scar pointing down. His hair was a flame red and spiked all over the place. He began to laugh.
“Oops…I’ve let my hood down. Now, you know who I am! The name’s Axel, A-X-E-L, got it memorized?” He looked down at Suzen and smiled at her. “Well, you’re not of much use now…I’ll come back when you’re a tad bit…how shall I put this better equip to fight.” He laughed and let go of her and shoved her towards Leon and Yuffie. Yuffie and Aerith caught Suzen as Leon jumped past them to try to confront Axel.
“Too bad you need some lessons too!” Axel laughed as a burst of flames erupted right in front of Leon as Axel made his escape through another purple warp tunnel. Leon had to jump back quickly to narrowly miss getting licked by the flames. In doing so he had lost his balance and had to take a knee to the ground.
“Ohhh! I hate those guys! They are such a nuisance!” Yuffie said letting go of Suzen and stomping her feet. Leon watched her from the ground and then slowly stood up with the help of his gunblade.
“We better get inside now…” He said standing once again. “At least there the security system works.” Yuffie nodded. Once Suzen had regained her balance, she as politely as she could shrug off Aerith. She began to walk towards the spot where Axel had disappeared. She stood silently thinking…The true reality of the matter was finally starting to sink in. She may not come out of this alive…
Leon and Yuffie had already started for the entrance of the castle. Aerith stayed, waiting patiently for Suzen. “Suzen?” Aerith finally said after a moments. Suzen came out of thought and turned to face Aerith.
“Who was he?” Suzen said after a few more moments. “I honestly don’t think he wants to hurt us…” Suzen crossed her arms and started to walk towards Aerith. Aerith stood silently and smiled at Suzen.
“Maybe you’re right.” She said when Suzen met up with her and they turned and headed for the entrance as well. “But, right now we need to be getting inside before anything else shows up.” When they entered the castle it was a massive maze to get to the control center. It seemed all castles were like this…For the majority of the walk Suzen stayed relatively quiet. Aerith was asking her about her home and Suzen was answering them absent-mindedly. After a few more moments Suzen saw a picture of a whitish haired man on the wall. She asked Aerith who he was. Aerith replied, “Ansem” Then Aerith explained everything about their previous leader. Although interesting, Suzen thought there was something fishy about the portrait.
They finally made it to the central systems, where Yuffie was prancing around and Leon was fiddling with a large computer with another man. He was much older than the rest of them. He had sandy blonde hair and was chewing on a long piece of toothpick.
“@#!%$# Why won’t you work!” cried the older man.
“Cid, calm down…Umm…You’ll figure it out.” Leon was getting aggravated by Cid’s short temper. Yuffie stopped, looked at the two guys and then spun and brought her gaze upon Suzen and Aerith.
“Heeyy! You guys finally made it!” She bounced up to the two and then mumbled under her breath, “These two have been at each other for the past 20 minutes!” Yuffie was rolling her eyes as Leon turned around quickly. He nudged Cid, who was still cussing at the computer. Cid turned around quickly and sputtered an annoyed “What?” Then he realized why everyone was so quiet.
“Erm, hi…I’m Cid!” He managed to say after turning a slight shade of red. Suzen laughed, knowing he was embarrassed for the way he was acting.
“I’m Suzen! It is a pleasure to meet you!” She paused for a moment, then turned her attention to Leon. “So Leon, King Mickey told me to find you, which I have, thanks you Aerith and Yuffie but now, where is Sora, Donald, and Goofy?” She had placed her hands on her hips and was staring, hard, at Leon. He shook his head. Obviously he did not know.
“They should be here any moment now.” Suzen nodded. “Right, he did after all tell me to wait!” She smiled which soon faded from her face and she began to bite her lip.
Later that evening Suzen snuck out and decided to take a walk around. She came upon the Bailey and sat in the crudely carved stone window. She stared intently at what appeared to be a rundown castle in the distance. She soon became bored with that and fell into her own thoughts. She was so “focused” on her own concerns and worries, that she didn’t realize a dark figure had appeared behind her.
“You know….If you think any harder your head might explode!” It was Axel, the man from earlier that day! Suzen jumped into the air, almost falling off the ledge but, Axel grabbed her just in time and pulled her back over the window sill. She stood silently staring at him in disbelief.
“What? You look like you’ve a ghost…” He said smiling. Suzen wasn’t smiling though and she finally gathered her thoughts.
“Why, if you are with the Organization, are you helping me? You could have used me today but you didn’t and now, you just saved my life. I don’t get it!” She was staring hard into his eyes, studying his for any emotion. HE just shrugged his shoulders.
“Eh…I like you? I don’t know, you just seemed, like the type that needs saving!” He crossed his arms over his chest and walked over to next to her. He turned and looked out the “stone window”.
“Watch yourself, Suzen. You honestly have no idea what you are dealing with. He’s on your trail. Once he finds you he’ll have you unless you get stronger.” Then he grabbed her wrist and with his other hand he pulled from one of his pockets what appeared to be a tiny chain. He placed it in her opened hand and then closed it with his.
“Consider that a mark of our friendship, Got it memorized?” With that, he slowly stepped away from her and a warp hole appeared behind him, which he got in and disappeared into the darkness.
In Suzen’s hand was a necklace. It was on a beautiful silver chain. The pendant dangling from it was a silver circle with a flame in the center. Suzen immediately put it on and smiled. She really didn’t know what to think about her “new friend” if it was real or fake.
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Re: So You Think You Can Write? ( )
by lovesemoguys1331 on Tue Oct 23, 2007 12:54 pm
typical day in my life finds me,waiting
after school,in one of those classrooms
our schools walls harbor. I walk in,the door
making the famillar but forboding click
as it shuts behind me,the lights are off
in the classroom and i can barely see where
the tables are, as the light from the doors
miniscule window dimly spreads some light
across the room.
hullo
My voice cautiously wavers out, the echos coming
back to me from the cobwebbed corners of that room.
No teacher, no one, alone,these thoughts rob my
mind of its sanity,leaving only those nightmares
I had once been able to escape. I hear the door open behind
me and click shut again. I turn around,seeing my teacher,
inwardly i breath a sigh of relief.
"I just came by to get some help on those math
problems from tonights'home work that i did not
understand"
"ok,let me see them."
He comes over to the table I am standing at
and leans on it next to me, a sensation
fires into my heart and quickly spreads,
even as I reach for my book, my mind is far
away from those problems. I sat it on the table
with a thud,but this does not break me from
my love induced stupor.
"Hey. You need help with those math problems right?"
"Oh,yah i do."
My slighty unfocused eyes look down,the symbols and number
meaningless to me, as they mesh together.
"Are you ok?"
He must have seen something in my eyes and i curse
myself for being so transparent.
"Yah, fine.lets just do the math."
I restarted the problem I had left off on earlier that day,
writing out the remainder of the formula. He puts his hand
on mine, to point out a mistake i had made, so early in the
start,but only if the boy knew what he did to me.
"You should have put parentheses around those negative numbers"
I nod,my face flushing for the embarressment of messing up
and the emotions I feel for him. He looks up from the paper,
his ice green eyes meeting my pale blue ones, i glance down
to avoid letting him see more than he already had.
"Chris.. I am your teacher and there are implications to everything
in this life,i am sure you have figured this out, as i have figured
out some stuff today. In this world we are always learning
and always changing, always discovering."
I look at him,almost hopeful, but wondering why he decided
to share such thoughts with me. He steps closer to me, for the
first time i realize he is not as imposing as i had once
thought he was, but merely a person just like me and everybody
else,no matter what he means to me. I close my eyes for a brief
second and open them again, he hesitate before me, his eyes level
with mine. He smiles,as usual,its comforting effects wash over me
and i feel at ease,even as the unfamillar touch of his lips on mine
suprised me, the touch of his fingers on my arm. He gently pulls back,
sliding a strand of my hair that had faller to the front, back behind
my shoulders.
"did you need any more help with that math."
I shake my head no, the words trapped in my throat,
merely because anything i could say would feel
highly inadequate to explain anything.
I gather my books in my shaking arms and I put them back into
my bag, feeling his eyes watch me as i go about this.
He moves to the doorway and i go to walk past him, he puts a hand
on my shoulder, turning me sharply. My back presses into the doorframe
and he leans into me, meshing his body to mine,kissing me more fully
this time.
"Chris,make the move for what you want,let me know what you decide,
see you tomorrow. Have a good night."
I walk off,more dazed and more confused, but with a sort of twisted
clairity to my purpose and who i am,rather than living in a fog
of what I think people want to see,rather than hiding. I guess teachers
might actually be useful and i guess you truly do learn something
every day, no matter on how small a level or who the knowledge you
recieve effects.
after school,in one of those classrooms
our schools walls harbor. I walk in,the door
making the famillar but forboding click
as it shuts behind me,the lights are off
in the classroom and i can barely see where
the tables are, as the light from the doors
miniscule window dimly spreads some light
across the room.
hullo
My voice cautiously wavers out, the echos coming
back to me from the cobwebbed corners of that room.
No teacher, no one, alone,these thoughts rob my
mind of its sanity,leaving only those nightmares
I had once been able to escape. I hear the door open behind
me and click shut again. I turn around,seeing my teacher,
inwardly i breath a sigh of relief.
"I just came by to get some help on those math
problems from tonights'home work that i did not
understand"
"ok,let me see them."
He comes over to the table I am standing at
and leans on it next to me, a sensation
fires into my heart and quickly spreads,
even as I reach for my book, my mind is far
away from those problems. I sat it on the table
with a thud,but this does not break me from
my love induced stupor.
"Hey. You need help with those math problems right?"
"Oh,yah i do."
My slighty unfocused eyes look down,the symbols and number
meaningless to me, as they mesh together.
"Are you ok?"
He must have seen something in my eyes and i curse
myself for being so transparent.
"Yah, fine.lets just do the math."
I restarted the problem I had left off on earlier that day,
writing out the remainder of the formula. He puts his hand
on mine, to point out a mistake i had made, so early in the
start,but only if the boy knew what he did to me.
"You should have put parentheses around those negative numbers"
I nod,my face flushing for the embarressment of messing up
and the emotions I feel for him. He looks up from the paper,
his ice green eyes meeting my pale blue ones, i glance down
to avoid letting him see more than he already had.
"Chris.. I am your teacher and there are implications to everything
in this life,i am sure you have figured this out, as i have figured
out some stuff today. In this world we are always learning
and always changing, always discovering."
I look at him,almost hopeful, but wondering why he decided
to share such thoughts with me. He steps closer to me, for the
first time i realize he is not as imposing as i had once
thought he was, but merely a person just like me and everybody
else,no matter what he means to me. I close my eyes for a brief
second and open them again, he hesitate before me, his eyes level
with mine. He smiles,as usual,its comforting effects wash over me
and i feel at ease,even as the unfamillar touch of his lips on mine
suprised me, the touch of his fingers on my arm. He gently pulls back,
sliding a strand of my hair that had faller to the front, back behind
my shoulders.
"did you need any more help with that math."
I shake my head no, the words trapped in my throat,
merely because anything i could say would feel
highly inadequate to explain anything.
I gather my books in my shaking arms and I put them back into
my bag, feeling his eyes watch me as i go about this.
He moves to the doorway and i go to walk past him, he puts a hand
on my shoulder, turning me sharply. My back presses into the doorframe
and he leans into me, meshing his body to mine,kissing me more fully
this time.
"Chris,make the move for what you want,let me know what you decide,
see you tomorrow. Have a good night."
I walk off,more dazed and more confused, but with a sort of twisted
clairity to my purpose and who i am,rather than living in a fog
of what I think people want to see,rather than hiding. I guess teachers
might actually be useful and i guess you truly do learn something
every day, no matter on how small a level or who the knowledge you
recieve effects.
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Re: So You Think You Can Write? ( )
by rapxic on Tue Oct 23, 2007 7:37 pm
the fallen lies with dark winds
his cold purtrude arm screamed his viens out for lost life as he fearlessy stared at green dark depths of live soil with whirls of his sister's moans. the decapitated fingers fimly grasped each other like frail iron as the 3 firm ones burned the oil from the rigid cliff.
.His eyes cursed the vicious steal as it hammerd into the dead flesh of his tanned shoulder. arghhh !!! pierced the hero's voice, but the pounding steal drowned his throat in an uproar of dark blood which stained the lovely coat of the this greedy disfigured axe.
The war was done as the last king son's head was crippled to a dark pulp by his own bewitched dead brother , Hagen. Not knowing night or day , the jester's lively body searched for its head as it kissed the sharp fingers of rushing clubs.Once again evil had claimed the heart of life and the future of kingdom Delfort was perished.
his cold purtrude arm screamed his viens out for lost life as he fearlessy stared at green dark depths of live soil with whirls of his sister's moans. the decapitated fingers fimly grasped each other like frail iron as the 3 firm ones burned the oil from the rigid cliff.
.His eyes cursed the vicious steal as it hammerd into the dead flesh of his tanned shoulder. arghhh !!! pierced the hero's voice, but the pounding steal drowned his throat in an uproar of dark blood which stained the lovely coat of the this greedy disfigured axe.
The war was done as the last king son's head was crippled to a dark pulp by his own bewitched dead brother , Hagen. Not knowing night or day , the jester's lively body searched for its head as it kissed the sharp fingers of rushing clubs.Once again evil had claimed the heart of life and the future of kingdom Delfort was perished.
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Re: So You Think You Can Write? ( )
by Lithitemir on Wed Oct 24, 2007 2:53 pm
Well, I think I'll take a shot at it. Heres my entry, even though it can hardly be considered a short story.
Madness
Its cold. Freezing Actually. The sun, usually spreading its fierce light across the realm, has not been seen for, how long? Hours? Days? Months? Years?
Time. How does one tell time when there is no sun? There is only that feeble light on the ceiling, flickering. On and off. On and off. Do I wait years for it to turn back on when its light fades? Or is it only seconds? Do I wither away, and die when the light is out? Only to be reborn when it shines again? Who can tell me? No-one. I am alone.
Alone. Was I always alone? Did others use to watch the light fade with me?
Did they talk to me? Laugh with me? Why did they leave? Did they wither away in the darkness, like me? But forget to be reborn? What if I forget to be reborn? Will I move on? Will a find a new light to watch? Will I find the others? Will they find me? Will I sit in darkness forever? Alone? Waiting for a light that will never come? Or will I simply cease to exist? Like the others? Did the others ever exist? Do I even exist? Am I simply a dream of another? Am I doomed to die when they awake?
The Light is out again.
I can feel myself aging, dieing. I can feel my skin melt, and my bones turn to dust.
I am nothing, I am everything.
Free. My dust fly in the wind. The wind sings to me, caressing me, loving me. It shows me things I’ve never seen, the others, I never knew, the sun that left me, long, long ago. I am happy. I run in fields, swim in lakes, climb mountains. I laugh with the others, I love again, I am loved again.
The light is on again.
Its cold. Freezing actually.
Madness
Its cold. Freezing Actually. The sun, usually spreading its fierce light across the realm, has not been seen for, how long? Hours? Days? Months? Years?
Time. How does one tell time when there is no sun? There is only that feeble light on the ceiling, flickering. On and off. On and off. Do I wait years for it to turn back on when its light fades? Or is it only seconds? Do I wither away, and die when the light is out? Only to be reborn when it shines again? Who can tell me? No-one. I am alone.
Alone. Was I always alone? Did others use to watch the light fade with me?
Did they talk to me? Laugh with me? Why did they leave? Did they wither away in the darkness, like me? But forget to be reborn? What if I forget to be reborn? Will I move on? Will a find a new light to watch? Will I find the others? Will they find me? Will I sit in darkness forever? Alone? Waiting for a light that will never come? Or will I simply cease to exist? Like the others? Did the others ever exist? Do I even exist? Am I simply a dream of another? Am I doomed to die when they awake?
The Light is out again.
I can feel myself aging, dieing. I can feel my skin melt, and my bones turn to dust.
I am nothing, I am everything.
Free. My dust fly in the wind. The wind sings to me, caressing me, loving me. It shows me things I’ve never seen, the others, I never knew, the sun that left me, long, long ago. I am happy. I run in fields, swim in lakes, climb mountains. I laugh with the others, I love again, I am loved again.
The light is on again.
Its cold. Freezing actually.
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Re: So You Think You Can Write? ( )
by Shiroh Amada on Thu Oct 25, 2007 8:53 pm
I do believe this is right up my ally. Now the question is, what to write? Deadline is still a bit away, time is on my side yet. Give me a bit...
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Re: So You Think You Can Write? ( )
by Reston on Fri Oct 26, 2007 8:12 am
“This is going take some serious DownBlack if I’m going to Work it, that’s for sure,” Ikaneal said.
“How serious?” Alriel asked.
“You ever heard of DownWhite?”
“No.”
“Me neither. But I'm going to need it, probably.” The mage was playing one of his games. Alriel was not in the mood.
“DownWhite doesn’t exist, Ikaneal. How are you going to use something that doesn’t exist?”
Ikaneal grinned that damn grin of his that meant he was up to something. “I suppose I’ll have to create it then.” Alriel gave him a blank stare. One did not simply ‘invent’ new kinds of magic. A new School, or new method of looking at an existing strain, perhaps, given the expertise, and the odd practitioner had discovered new kinds of magic, but not for thousands of years, and the last had been during the Walk. No, Ikaneal was just being difficult.
“And how would you go about doing that, oh great mage?”
“With Lenses, of course. Three, I should think. And I don’t appreciate the sarcasm.”
Alriel gave his longtime accomplice a blank stare. “Lenses.”
“Lenses,” Ikaneal answered.
“Three of them.”
“Three of them,” Ikaneal assured him.
“Do you know -” Alriel began.
“Yes,” Ikaneal said, cutting him off.
“And that no Lense -”
“Yes,” Ikaneal said again. What the hell, Alriel thought after a moment. Stranger things had been planned. Besides, it’d be worth the adventure just to see if Ikaneal could do it.
“Which ones?” He asked the mage.
“Glad you came round. The Lenses of Thunder and Apocalypse, for certain, and, erm . . .” Ikaneal trailed off, staring into his drink.
“And?” Alriel pressed.
“And you’re not going to want to hear it.”
“Tell me, Ikaneal.”
“The eight parts -” This time Alriel cut the mage off.
“No. No. And no. Don't even finish thinking what I think you're thinking.”
“- of the Prismatic Pain Lense. See? Told you you wouldn’t want to hear.”
“Ape’s ghost eyes . . . why does it have to be that? What? Why do you have that ‘you’re not out of the gorgon’s bed yet, Alriel’ look?” Alriel called it that because he had once had a run-in with a gorgon that Ikaneal simply refused to let him hear the end of. He had learned to accept it.
“Because getting the eight parts of the Prismatic Pain Lense isn’t going to be the uh, hard part . . .” Ikaneal muttered.
A blank stare from Alriel.
“The Lenses are just so I can make DownWhite. The rest of it will take, um, well, four of the Diadems, for one. Danger, Insanity, Deceit and Peace, to be precise.”
“Oh, is that all? Well, let’s just waltz into the courts of the four in possession of each of those and offer them each a chicken in trade, then, shall we?” Diadems were not something lightly given up by rulers, be they kings, queens, dukes or whatever. Ikaneal was silent. Ikaneal was never silent. “What?” Alriel asked. “That isn’t all, is it?”
“Erm . . . no. Not really, no.”
Alriel took a deep breath. “What else?”
“Sigils,” Ikaneal muttered.
“Sig-“ Alriel began to shout, and caught himself. It would not do to be shouting about Sigils in the Crying Imp. Even whispering the word might cause trouble. “You know what it takes to get even one of those?” he hissed across the table. “Because I do, I have, and that is not an experience I wish to repeat.”
“I know, I know,” the mage said, looking guilty. “But I need Dreams, Lightning and Disease if this thing is going to work.”
“Three.” Alriel shook his head in disbelief. Three Sigils. Having seen a Sigil - a real one - could be considered an accomplishment. To receive three . . . was inconceivable.
“Ikaneal,” Alriel began quietly. “What are we into that takes three? One would be enough for anything I've ever heard of you going after, and that includes your Abyssal days.”
“I also need the sphere of an Infernal Angel. Several would be better.”
“Ikaneal . . .”
“Alright. Fine.” The mage looked pale, and worried, but also more exhilarated than Alriel had ever seen him. He leaned forward over the table, beckoned Alriel to do the same, and then uttered a single syllable before leaning back, looking satisfied.
“You’re insane,” Alriel said, standing up.
“Maybe,” Ikaneal said as Alriel walked away. “But you know I’m right.” As Alriel left without a backward glance, Ikaneal took a worn, rough card out of his robe and stared at it a while. That card had not been part of any deck until a few years ago when Ikaneal had drawn it. He put it back, dropped some Princess shillings on the table and left whistling, thinking he was a little closer to understanding what the Pin meant.
“How serious?” Alriel asked.
“You ever heard of DownWhite?”
“No.”
“Me neither. But I'm going to need it, probably.” The mage was playing one of his games. Alriel was not in the mood.
“DownWhite doesn’t exist, Ikaneal. How are you going to use something that doesn’t exist?”
Ikaneal grinned that damn grin of his that meant he was up to something. “I suppose I’ll have to create it then.” Alriel gave him a blank stare. One did not simply ‘invent’ new kinds of magic. A new School, or new method of looking at an existing strain, perhaps, given the expertise, and the odd practitioner had discovered new kinds of magic, but not for thousands of years, and the last had been during the Walk. No, Ikaneal was just being difficult.
“And how would you go about doing that, oh great mage?”
“With Lenses, of course. Three, I should think. And I don’t appreciate the sarcasm.”
Alriel gave his longtime accomplice a blank stare. “Lenses.”
“Lenses,” Ikaneal answered.
“Three of them.”
“Three of them,” Ikaneal assured him.
“Do you know -” Alriel began.
“Yes,” Ikaneal said, cutting him off.
“And that no Lense -”
“Yes,” Ikaneal said again. What the hell, Alriel thought after a moment. Stranger things had been planned. Besides, it’d be worth the adventure just to see if Ikaneal could do it.
“Which ones?” He asked the mage.
“Glad you came round. The Lenses of Thunder and Apocalypse, for certain, and, erm . . .” Ikaneal trailed off, staring into his drink.
“And?” Alriel pressed.
“And you’re not going to want to hear it.”
“Tell me, Ikaneal.”
“The eight parts -” This time Alriel cut the mage off.
“No. No. And no. Don't even finish thinking what I think you're thinking.”
“- of the Prismatic Pain Lense. See? Told you you wouldn’t want to hear.”
“Ape’s ghost eyes . . . why does it have to be that? What? Why do you have that ‘you’re not out of the gorgon’s bed yet, Alriel’ look?” Alriel called it that because he had once had a run-in with a gorgon that Ikaneal simply refused to let him hear the end of. He had learned to accept it.
“Because getting the eight parts of the Prismatic Pain Lense isn’t going to be the uh, hard part . . .” Ikaneal muttered.
A blank stare from Alriel.
“The Lenses are just so I can make DownWhite. The rest of it will take, um, well, four of the Diadems, for one. Danger, Insanity, Deceit and Peace, to be precise.”
“Oh, is that all? Well, let’s just waltz into the courts of the four in possession of each of those and offer them each a chicken in trade, then, shall we?” Diadems were not something lightly given up by rulers, be they kings, queens, dukes or whatever. Ikaneal was silent. Ikaneal was never silent. “What?” Alriel asked. “That isn’t all, is it?”
“Erm . . . no. Not really, no.”
Alriel took a deep breath. “What else?”
“Sigils,” Ikaneal muttered.
“Sig-“ Alriel began to shout, and caught himself. It would not do to be shouting about Sigils in the Crying Imp. Even whispering the word might cause trouble. “You know what it takes to get even one of those?” he hissed across the table. “Because I do, I have, and that is not an experience I wish to repeat.”
“I know, I know,” the mage said, looking guilty. “But I need Dreams, Lightning and Disease if this thing is going to work.”
“Three.” Alriel shook his head in disbelief. Three Sigils. Having seen a Sigil - a real one - could be considered an accomplishment. To receive three . . . was inconceivable.
“Ikaneal,” Alriel began quietly. “What are we into that takes three? One would be enough for anything I've ever heard of you going after, and that includes your Abyssal days.”
“I also need the sphere of an Infernal Angel. Several would be better.”
“Ikaneal . . .”
“Alright. Fine.” The mage looked pale, and worried, but also more exhilarated than Alriel had ever seen him. He leaned forward over the table, beckoned Alriel to do the same, and then uttered a single syllable before leaning back, looking satisfied.
“You’re insane,” Alriel said, standing up.
“Maybe,” Ikaneal said as Alriel walked away. “But you know I’m right.” As Alriel left without a backward glance, Ikaneal took a worn, rough card out of his robe and stared at it a while. That card had not been part of any deck until a few years ago when Ikaneal had drawn it. He put it back, dropped some Princess shillings on the table and left whistling, thinking he was a little closer to understanding what the Pin meant.
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Re: So You Think You Can Write? ( )
by Pidge on Fri Oct 26, 2007 9:35 am
Daughter of the moon
And darkness shall turn to light…
Sun caressed digits held sway over the lilting patterns of orange and reddened yellow. Acrid smoke tortured the soul as it clouded nostrils, stinging the senses; slowly it brought the dream world further into focused thought. The woman, small in stature stood formidably feet shoulders width apart, bathed in the distorted shadows cast about by the large fiendish figure beginning to take shape with in the lit circle of stone. Flames licked upwards in hopes of escaping into the night’s air, from the woman came a sound. Barely audible though steadily it rose upwards into a low-pitched chant.
“tu sey ni amor… en futa es desil.”
The words echoed despite the lack of volume in the quiet struck night. Within the circle of stones the figure looming there was in no means appeased at being summoned by one so seemingly weak. Amusement lingered on flame scolded lips, tainted thoughts of retribution beginning to blossom within a devious mind. Why had the mysterious woman attempted to summon an infernal incapable of being controlled? Heat radiated off the still incomplete frame as he found no means of escape, she had it seemed done some study for there was no weak stone to be diverted so he could run amok upon the known world.
Centuries before, the world knew naught but chaos; men slaughtered without thought by those at one time sworn to protect them. A race divided immorally, those feuds today still felt as lingering hatreds between clans and tribes. Men, the fiend despised those righteous entities almost as much as he despised the brethren he had vowed to seek the right of destruction upon. The son of the son of the fifth son was he, and proud to be the 7th in coming. Rightfully named, he had come to enjoy just what even the slightest whisper of his name could reduce children to.
The woman, he watched her waiting for the one moment she let her own defenses slacken, he would relish that very moment. Depthless eyes bored through the flames imprisoning him to her will, searching out the one route of entry he would be able to exploit. There was nothing polite about the demonic fiend; he relished the darkness forged within the veins of his semi incorporeal body.
Tongue parting lips he tasted the warmth from the column of flames, nearly gagging as the taste of… Doubt showed momentarily before it was confirmed. Jasmine lingered amid the overpowering sulfuric taste, a low growl vibrated within the stretch of flesh covering the vocal cords within his throat. Body lashed violently forward, as he attempted to shatter the ring of stone containing him by means of slamming himself against the ground, flailing about as a child would throw its tantrum in an attempt to unsettle the heated rock.
That moment as thunder crackled overhead through the starless night sky did she seem to take any notice of what she had wrought upon the world? Tempered dark blue eyes turned upon the being trapped securely within the gated boundary from the world beyond and her own. “You can not escape, it is improbable” Not impossible for anything given enough time for thought and willpower was possible, highly unlikely but even the God and Goddess once delved into the very world she now worked within.
A snarl ripped forth from the throat, vibrating against the back of perfectly white chiseled teeth. She dared bring him back to this domain and entrap him from what was in his nature to act upon?! Fist rained down blow after blow upon the invisible barrier that kept him from tearing flesh from bone and taking comfort from the carnal acts he would force both the body and mind to endure.
“You have no control in this place, nor will you ever dwell amongst us burden free or unshackled.”
Her words were like honey against the night; body lowering as she sat cross legged before the stone circle. Hands resting palm down against leather-clad knees, fingers laid loosely against the soft fabric. Who did she think would protect her from his wrath once freed from this hellish nightmare on earth, eyes burning dulled silver against a darkened featureless skull?
As she spoke he could feel the faint beginnings of braided leather coil ‘bout both wrists. “I will kill you!” The words were spat in her direction, anger seething as liquid met with the boundary that imprisoned him and disintegrated with the sizzle as heat destroyed coldness. The words wrought a slim grin across unblemished features bathed with natural color by the warmth of the sun. Nakomis merely smiled at his ire towards her, fear held nothing in that gaze as she matched his own evenly. Those of whom, she served would protect her from any threat he could think to level against her.
Whatever act of magic she had forged through the flame created column was felt, tugging at the rapidly diminishing unholy might flowing violently through the corrupted form. Hands forced up and out at shoulder level, found wrists trapped within the barrier that denied his leaving. Stone shook as it left the ground, liquefying only to settle about the lower abdomen. Wrapping around thigh and buttocks to create a brief that would deny Ifrile the pleasures associated with the human body. She would watch unfazed as stone replaced the need of clothing over his body.
“No power over an object, inanimate or not during your stay, will you find yourself afforded…”
It was not Nakomis speaking, something ancient found the need to announce its presence through a willing subordinate. An entity Ifrile had years ago found all too easy to harbor hate towards. Pain blossomed like the eruption of a thousand volcanos through his entire nine and a half foot frame. Bone cracked, shattering the horrific visage, as his frame was manipulated and forced into that of a lesser form. Flesh untouched by a suns ray laid curled upon loose dirt, bereft of clothing save the living stone adjusting easily to the loss of bodily mass.
Silence it became almost deafening in the span of five heart beats as he fought sluggishly to regain control over himself. Muscles twitched mid-spasm as he tried in vain to stand, managing a weak surge to his knees. Flesh darkening rapidly as loose dirt met with moist sweat soaked skin. Palms pressed flat against the ground before him, chin resting against chest as he struggled momentarily to fill lungs with air.
“Rot…in…” Another lungful of air before pale green eyes lifted to take in the woman. “The abyss…” In the moment he wanted nothing but his given form, the chance to lash out, dragging claws through supple flesh, as it was rent from bone. Feast like a king upon marrow and the devastating screams as she was chained for eternity to his own tortures.
Taking stock of his condition, Ifrile snarled at the realization of the tattoo marring flesh, strips of grey hued rock had grown through the skin with the change. Becoming nothing more then a means of imprisoning and striping power. “I will watch your body burn in the unholy depths!” How he hated this woman as much as the deity to which she willingly submitted her to.
“The only watching you will do, is that of your tongue… Or you will find yourself devoid of more then you do now.”
Flesh smarted, burning where the palm was laid against it; she held her fingers up between eye and ear. Allowing the strength of those above her sink in upon his thoughts,
“You have nothing here…”
Eyes turned away, refusing to give in to what this witch spoke of. His own brethren would not allow him to remain, as he was, a matter of time before they would come. Then it would be his time to laugh, to watch as she squirmed while he tortured her, taking solace as he destroyed her mind and created her in his own image. What crept over his features was pure evil. They could deny him the power given rightfully to him. But that mind they could never strip the darkness from the blood boiling through his body.
A dry chuckle and he leaned in, close enough that his lips laid a breath away from her own before he spoke. “Chain me… Burn me… Know this witch, you will kneel at MY feet before this is over.” His threat no longer idle he turned from her, watching the horizon behind them. He cared not what she thought they could lay against him, he was the seventh son.
And darkness shall turn to light…
Sun caressed digits held sway over the lilting patterns of orange and reddened yellow. Acrid smoke tortured the soul as it clouded nostrils, stinging the senses; slowly it brought the dream world further into focused thought. The woman, small in stature stood formidably feet shoulders width apart, bathed in the distorted shadows cast about by the large fiendish figure beginning to take shape with in the lit circle of stone. Flames licked upwards in hopes of escaping into the night’s air, from the woman came a sound. Barely audible though steadily it rose upwards into a low-pitched chant.
“tu sey ni amor… en futa es desil.”
The words echoed despite the lack of volume in the quiet struck night. Within the circle of stones the figure looming there was in no means appeased at being summoned by one so seemingly weak. Amusement lingered on flame scolded lips, tainted thoughts of retribution beginning to blossom within a devious mind. Why had the mysterious woman attempted to summon an infernal incapable of being controlled? Heat radiated off the still incomplete frame as he found no means of escape, she had it seemed done some study for there was no weak stone to be diverted so he could run amok upon the known world.
Centuries before, the world knew naught but chaos; men slaughtered without thought by those at one time sworn to protect them. A race divided immorally, those feuds today still felt as lingering hatreds between clans and tribes. Men, the fiend despised those righteous entities almost as much as he despised the brethren he had vowed to seek the right of destruction upon. The son of the son of the fifth son was he, and proud to be the 7th in coming. Rightfully named, he had come to enjoy just what even the slightest whisper of his name could reduce children to.
The woman, he watched her waiting for the one moment she let her own defenses slacken, he would relish that very moment. Depthless eyes bored through the flames imprisoning him to her will, searching out the one route of entry he would be able to exploit. There was nothing polite about the demonic fiend; he relished the darkness forged within the veins of his semi incorporeal body.
Tongue parting lips he tasted the warmth from the column of flames, nearly gagging as the taste of… Doubt showed momentarily before it was confirmed. Jasmine lingered amid the overpowering sulfuric taste, a low growl vibrated within the stretch of flesh covering the vocal cords within his throat. Body lashed violently forward, as he attempted to shatter the ring of stone containing him by means of slamming himself against the ground, flailing about as a child would throw its tantrum in an attempt to unsettle the heated rock.
That moment as thunder crackled overhead through the starless night sky did she seem to take any notice of what she had wrought upon the world? Tempered dark blue eyes turned upon the being trapped securely within the gated boundary from the world beyond and her own. “You can not escape, it is improbable” Not impossible for anything given enough time for thought and willpower was possible, highly unlikely but even the God and Goddess once delved into the very world she now worked within.
A snarl ripped forth from the throat, vibrating against the back of perfectly white chiseled teeth. She dared bring him back to this domain and entrap him from what was in his nature to act upon?! Fist rained down blow after blow upon the invisible barrier that kept him from tearing flesh from bone and taking comfort from the carnal acts he would force both the body and mind to endure.
“You have no control in this place, nor will you ever dwell amongst us burden free or unshackled.”
Her words were like honey against the night; body lowering as she sat cross legged before the stone circle. Hands resting palm down against leather-clad knees, fingers laid loosely against the soft fabric. Who did she think would protect her from his wrath once freed from this hellish nightmare on earth, eyes burning dulled silver against a darkened featureless skull?
As she spoke he could feel the faint beginnings of braided leather coil ‘bout both wrists. “I will kill you!” The words were spat in her direction, anger seething as liquid met with the boundary that imprisoned him and disintegrated with the sizzle as heat destroyed coldness. The words wrought a slim grin across unblemished features bathed with natural color by the warmth of the sun. Nakomis merely smiled at his ire towards her, fear held nothing in that gaze as she matched his own evenly. Those of whom, she served would protect her from any threat he could think to level against her.
Whatever act of magic she had forged through the flame created column was felt, tugging at the rapidly diminishing unholy might flowing violently through the corrupted form. Hands forced up and out at shoulder level, found wrists trapped within the barrier that denied his leaving. Stone shook as it left the ground, liquefying only to settle about the lower abdomen. Wrapping around thigh and buttocks to create a brief that would deny Ifrile the pleasures associated with the human body. She would watch unfazed as stone replaced the need of clothing over his body.
“No power over an object, inanimate or not during your stay, will you find yourself afforded…”
It was not Nakomis speaking, something ancient found the need to announce its presence through a willing subordinate. An entity Ifrile had years ago found all too easy to harbor hate towards. Pain blossomed like the eruption of a thousand volcanos through his entire nine and a half foot frame. Bone cracked, shattering the horrific visage, as his frame was manipulated and forced into that of a lesser form. Flesh untouched by a suns ray laid curled upon loose dirt, bereft of clothing save the living stone adjusting easily to the loss of bodily mass.
Silence it became almost deafening in the span of five heart beats as he fought sluggishly to regain control over himself. Muscles twitched mid-spasm as he tried in vain to stand, managing a weak surge to his knees. Flesh darkening rapidly as loose dirt met with moist sweat soaked skin. Palms pressed flat against the ground before him, chin resting against chest as he struggled momentarily to fill lungs with air.
“Rot…in…” Another lungful of air before pale green eyes lifted to take in the woman. “The abyss…” In the moment he wanted nothing but his given form, the chance to lash out, dragging claws through supple flesh, as it was rent from bone. Feast like a king upon marrow and the devastating screams as she was chained for eternity to his own tortures.
Taking stock of his condition, Ifrile snarled at the realization of the tattoo marring flesh, strips of grey hued rock had grown through the skin with the change. Becoming nothing more then a means of imprisoning and striping power. “I will watch your body burn in the unholy depths!” How he hated this woman as much as the deity to which she willingly submitted her to.
“The only watching you will do, is that of your tongue… Or you will find yourself devoid of more then you do now.”
Flesh smarted, burning where the palm was laid against it; she held her fingers up between eye and ear. Allowing the strength of those above her sink in upon his thoughts,
“You have nothing here…”
Eyes turned away, refusing to give in to what this witch spoke of. His own brethren would not allow him to remain, as he was, a matter of time before they would come. Then it would be his time to laugh, to watch as she squirmed while he tortured her, taking solace as he destroyed her mind and created her in his own image. What crept over his features was pure evil. They could deny him the power given rightfully to him. But that mind they could never strip the darkness from the blood boiling through his body.
A dry chuckle and he leaned in, close enough that his lips laid a breath away from her own before he spoke. “Chain me… Burn me… Know this witch, you will kneel at MY feet before this is over.” His threat no longer idle he turned from her, watching the horizon behind them. He cared not what she thought they could lay against him, he was the seventh son.
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