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Happy to help Rep: 29  Joined: 05 Jan 2007 Posts: 9,322 OFFLINE | mimi did you get my pm because it dos’nt say sent on it?
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a cheer for froggys Rep: 21 Joined: 13 Jun 2006 Posts: 11,784 ONLINE | tuscan1 wrote:
mimi did you get my pm because it dos’nt say sent on it?
yes and thank you for your reply
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Happy to help Rep: 29Joined: 05 Jan 2007 Posts: 9,322 OFFLINE | mimi38 wrote:
tuscan1 wrote:
mimi did you get my pm because it dos’nt say sent on it?
yes and thank you for your reply
so what did you think?
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a cheer for froggys Rep: 21Joined: 13 Jun 2006 Posts: 11,784 ONLINE | i like your story alote so far when are you posting more
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Damn you Thatcher, damn you tory bitch! Rep: 4 Joined: 28 Oct 2006 Posts: 5,458 OFFLINE | part 3: captured
We all stood there waiting. the nazis had come and we were shooting. There were many more nazis than us so our men were dieing fast.more reienforcements were called but they were still defeating us. I was told to grab the machine gun and take them out. I didnt refuse the order and started shooting. All of a sudden about a dozen of them came up and strted killing us. there were 3 of us and 12 of them. we had no choice but to surrender. i was grabbed and hit repeatedly in the stomach . then, i was hit in the face with his gun and everything became a blurr......
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Speedy Cerviche Rep: 23 Joined: 13 Nov 2006 Posts: 10,831 OFFLINE | Hey are you really a goth?
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Ima sexy bitch! Rep: 38 Joined: 28 Dec 2006 Posts: 18,155 | Sorry People, can you please keep all comments for the comments topic please. its now stickied along with this one. just keep this thread for the actual stories only please.
I will see if Bjarne can do a clean up of this thread and shift all comments to the comments section.
Thank you.
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Wannabe Rep: 0 Joined: 16 Jan 2007 Posts: 28 OFFLINE | wow any one of you who is writing you own stories on here let me know who and how old these r very good someone needs to tr and get this published
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Ima sexy bitch! Rep: 38Joined: 28 Dec 2006 Posts: 18,155 | That is part of the reason of this thread. to give budding writers who are Movie Codec forum members exeposure and add to the enjoyment of the forum overall.
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Happy to help Rep: 29Joined: 05 Jan 2007 Posts: 9,322 OFFLINE | Part (4) The findings
Standing to one side he could see the light was triangula in shape and shooting from the center where small flakes of smaller lights, as he kept sterring the light seem to grow in intencety the blue had changed to a deep amder Jason raised his arm to make a vain attempt to shut out some of the light as he did so the object increased its overall mass and started to shake even faster than befor,getting scared Jason turned his head to try and run but his feet didnt move he reached down to his leg to see if he could pull them away from the spot he was stuck on “COME ON!" Jason shouted at his legs, still pulling hard on his right leg, he could feel the heat of the object getting hotter he looked up buy now the light had grown ten fold and the flakes of light were the same size as what the object was befor the object moved closer to Jason he leand back to move away but thats all he could do, the little flakes of light started to fly a round Jason’s body unable to move his feet all he could do was try and flap his arms to make them go away, sudenly he could feel his belly move he looked down his jacket seem to be pulling him into the light “NO!" he tryed to break free but it was to strong his whole body wanted to move closer to the light he struggled more in an attemped to get away the light started to grow eaver bigger “NO! NO! NO!" he sreamed as the light started to ingulf his whole body.
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MVC's Long Forgotten Rep: 6 Joined: 23 Dec 2005 Posts: 8,008 OFFLINE | Hood Stories
Intro
LOCATION: South Central Los Angeles
TIME: 12:00 AM
A meeting of some gang members from several gangs meet up in a warehouse. Shortly after two of them send 4 of their “soldiers” to a car. He gives them Mac’s, Tech 9’s, and gives one an AK-47. Then it speeds off. They drive to Piru Street and see the blood leader “T Ice” in front of his house. They do a drive-by shooting and then speeds away.
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MVC's Long Forgotten Rep: 6Joined: 23 Dec 2005 Posts: 8,008 OFFLINE | Part 1: Confusion and Corruption
Cops were on the spot in an hour looking for evidence. Meanwhile inside two members talk about it.
C Damn man I aint no that this wus gonna happen!
L-Dro: Yeah man, but he did kill a lotta crips back in the 80’s.
C Shit man they gonna be on to us too.
L-Dro: Fuck this man I hate havin cops browsin, with they patrol cars and ghetto birdz flyin.
Big G comes in
C Whattup homie
Big G: Damn I came as fast as I could. I just heard from 659 that all the major set leadahs in south central got smoked. *drinks beer* I can’t believe this man.
L-Dro: Yea? Shit. Maybe they after us.
Big G: We’ll see.
Back at the warehouse the soildiers come back and talk to their leader
Mysterious Leader: You got them set leadah muthafuckas from each gang?
Soldier 1: Yea they wus all caught slippin.
Soldier 2: Bloods, Crips, L Kings, every gang in south central.
Soldier 3: Cops all over the scene.
Soldier 4. MAN FUCK ALL THIS TALK GIVE US SUM MUTHAFUCKIN CASH LEADAH BITCH.
Leader pulls out his deagle and shoots soldier 4
Leader: *kicks* I told you this wasn’t for money at the start. And if anyone of you want ta end up like this asshole, ya best not snitch or bitch. Got it?
Soldiers: Yeah.
At an alleyway, Eses are surrounding a car just relaxing.
Vato 1: Hey holmes give me a sip of that beer.
Vato 2: Si amigo.
Juan: Pass me that wire cutter holmes.
Vato 3: Ey holmes here you go.
Vato 4: Hey whos this gringo?
All vatos stand up and face this Crip
Vato 4: Hey where you from ese? You bang? Who give a fuck you goin down anyway puta. Die pendejo!
B-Tap: *shoots vato 4*
Juan: ok Holmes what you want? Why you shoot him for ese?
B-Tap: You in latin kings?
Juan: 4 life
B-Tap: *shoots all the vatos*
B-Tap: Thas fo my brotha ya’ll eses killed a week ago.
Outside a bar stand 3 Crips talking
Bullet: Hey you hear about the murders?
S Killah: Hell yea man one from each set.
Bullet: Yea man. Hey 659 you tell the blood muthafuckas?
659: Yea, G took it like a sucka.
Bullet: Haha *drinks*
659: They think I’m blood, they takin it like foos.
S Killah: We gonna blast these marks yet?
659: When it’s time. When they gonna get caught slippin.
S Killah: Yeah cuz Daddy C want L-Dro dead fo blastin his homie T Dog.
659: I see, but they confused, all I gotta do is lead them somewhere else and we blast them.
S Killah: Yeah, ey gots ta bounce homie.
659: Latah, C’s up, B’s down.
659: Hey Bullet, we gots ta go. Daddy C gonna reward us fo this idea.
Bullet: Aight.
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Ima sexy bitch! Rep: 38Joined: 28 Dec 2006 Posts: 18,155 | THE RECRUIT. Copyright 2007
BY..Firewolf81/Scott Drechsler
Created and Written 28/01/2007
Recomended for mature audiences- contains adult themes and material
CHAPTER 1
The coffee tasted sour this morning, the same way it tasted yesterday and the day before. In fact, food in general had lost its appeal. Apples were no longer sweet and crisp, wine no longer provided the heady high at the end of a long, hard day. Life had lost its flavor. It’s strange isn’t it? How life can be perfect one moment and anarchy the next. The delicate balance shattered, the scales tipped from order to chaos in a blink of an eye. My life’s path, ripped from its confines so swiftly, altered so suddenly, without warning. Like an ear of corn, ripped from its husk, I was reborn. I remember it, like it only occurred moments ago.
The day began like any other. Sunlight streamed through the window of my pokey apartment, lighting the room where I slept. The suns rays crept like rats, sneaking their way through the clutter of empty takeout containers and Styrofoam coffee cups that littered the floor. Steadily, it clambered onwards and upwards, marching like a relentless army, hell-bent on conquering every square inch of this domain. Beams of light lay waste to the gloom, piercing my eyelids, ripping me from my slumber.
“Damnit! I really have to get some curtains or something” I grumbled in defiance to the suns persistent illumination. It was the same every morning. Rudely awoken by the inconsiderate sun. It was a ritual I could do without. My thoughts lingered on whether I could ignore the invasive sunlight and get a few more minutes rest, but part of me knew that this effort would inevitably prove futile. Begrudgingly, I was awake, for better or worse. Little did I know at that time, it would be the later.
As I clambered off the couch, which by night doubled as my bed, remnants of last nights pepperoni pizza tumbled to the floor. Still half asleep, I made my way over to the kitchen, which in fact was merely a bar fridge with a broken door, a small group of cupboards, a stove and stool which served as a table.
Not so much a kitchen, but rather a group of objects, which sadly purport themselves as a meal preparation area, they in part, served that purpose well enough. I was on a mission, I needed caffeine and I needed it now. Wrenching open the cupboard door, I was greeted with nothing.
“Shit, no coffee”.
That’s when heard the knock at the door.
Actually it was more of a pounding, but who wants to be technical at this time in the morning
“WHAT” I shouted out. There was no verbal response. Just more pounding.
“HOLD ON, IM COMING”
I figured that if I didn’t answer the door soon, this joker would probably pound the bloody thing off its hinges, so I ambled over to the entrance of my humble abode. As soon as I got within a few inches, the noise stopped. Finally, I thought, maybe they’ve have had their fun and decided to bugger off and leave me in peace. BOY WAS I WRONG!
As I opened the door, I was greeted by to figure. One, a Tall Dark skinned man, towered above the doorway. The other, a female, blonde and tanned. I’m sure she would fit in just fine with the other models that occupied this part of town. Both immaculately dressed in some kind of purple designer suit.
“Um yeah” I mused, perplexed as to why they stood before me.
“Douglas Brady” the woman asked
“Yeah” I replied inquisitively.
“The Dean of Rockwall University has requested your presence immediately”
“Who”
“If you would just come with us sir” boomed the tall man.
“Just give me 5 minutes to get changed”
“We’ll be waiting” the big voice spoke again.
Now I knew of Rockwall University. Everyone did. It was big ominous place surrounded by walls and trees and it was not a good place to be. Nobody enrolls for Rockwall, instead you get summoned.
Nobody knows how they choose their pupils and I don’t know why they would want me. At 5 ft 8 and slightly overweight, I won’t be winning any fitness competitions and with my plain features and unruly black hair covering my face half the time, beauty contests are out of the question. Surely they can’t want me because of my academic history. I was an average student who spent more time chilling out then hitting the books.
As I pulled on my clothes, I tried not to think about the rumors surrounding that place. It is said that nobody ever refuses. Sure there are the whispers of defiance and refusal, but those people never seem to stick around long enough to tell. It’s almost as if they are whisked away under the cloak of darkness, banished forever for their non compliance, their missing posters, slapped on the walls by grieving loved ones. Slipping on my shoes, I could delay no longer, do I go with them or do I try to slip away?
Curiosity got the better of me. One way or the other, I was destined to go.
Opening the door, I left my apartment and headed with the messengers. Off to the unknown. Off to Rockwall University.
CHAPTER 2
As I made my way down he corridor escorted by my two strange visitors, I wondered what I had gotten myself into. No one has ever had anything good to say about Rockwall University, and now I was destined to find out if all the rumors were true. My mind said run and my guts agreed. It was only by sheer curiosity and puzzlement that my feet soldiered on. Passing my neighbors doorway, I was sure the Bertha Landridge had her ear pressed to the door, waiting for some form of juicy gossip to filter through the old oak paneling, waiting to devour it like a naughty school girl would a sweet. How I wished that nosey old bertha would poke her head out and see the plight that I had somehow fallen victim. ‘Plod, Plod, Plod’ Shuffling past the door, I glanced over at the entrance, hopeful, wishful to catch her glance.
Today, it seemed, luck was in short supply.
“Typical” I muttered under my breath.
“What is?” asked the female escort, placing a firm grip on my shoulder. Her eyes gray and cold. The fluorescent lights flickered and dimmed overhead, casting shadows that danced and jigged up and down the hallway. Her face was cast into an eerie mask by the shifting lights. I must have been staring, because she repeated the question again. This time with a sharp edge to her voice.
”WHAT IS.....”
I quickly turned away and tried to shrug off her hold. She held on and tightened her grasp to the point where I was in the verge of crying out in pain.
How the hell did she hear what I said, I thought to myself. I but spoke a whisper. Surely she could have not heard me. Within the next few steps, I had managed to convince myself that the university curriculum must include lip reading. A subject in which my strong female ’friend’ was either a major or a teacher.
“Move down here” spoke the tall dark male.
I looked up and realized that I had reached the end of the hallway. It now seemed that while my mind debated the possibility of lip reading, I had already walked down past several more doors and reached the stairwell that flanked each end of the hallway of the apartment complex. Taking one last glance at the hallway, trying to catch sight of someone, anyone who cold help me. All the doorways remained closed and no savior appeared. I was on my own.
“NOW! “the man said. His irritation with my hesitation showing up in his voice.” THE DEAN DOES NOT LIKE TO BE KEPT WAITING”
The lights flickered again as the woman let go of my shoulder and I took my first steps down the stairs.
CHAPTER 3
The stairwell was dark and murky. The air stagnant and stale. Peering down between the rails, I could see a small pool of light emanating from below, like a candle lighting the way in a storm. Despite numerous complaints about safety made by the tenants of the building, the Landlord had yet to fix the lighting or the air conditioner, creating a creepy cave like atmosphere in the vertical stair laden shaft. As I descended down into the bowels of the muddy lit stairs, sinking like a spoon into a bowl of pea soup, I expected to hear the clopping and slapping of two other pairs of shoes trailing behind me.
Pausing one flight down of my 3 flight journey, I tried to slow my nervous breathing and pounding heart as I strained to hear any signs of movement.
Nothing.
Only the clicking and tinging of the faulty fluro globes broke the silence. Glancing upwards, I checked on the whereabouts of my deliverers. Although I expected them to be standing there, the top of the landing was empty.
This is my big break I thought as I quickly debated my chances of escape. I had two Flights of stairs left to descend. I could make it down before they caught up, if they were still up there. But then what. What if the University had more personal, waiting outside? Perhaps that is why they didn’t feel the need to follow me down into the inky stairwell. Maybe, they weren’t from the university at all but were cunning theives, who used the legend of the university as a front to lure people away from their homes, so they could ransack through their valuables. Yes, that was it. I’m sure of it. Why would the University want me? I have nothing to offer. They must be thieves and at this very moment, they would be rummaging through my stuff.
NO. I won’t let them take what I have, it isn’t much, but its mine and I worked damn hard to get it. No way in hell was I letting some con artists get free choice over my belongings. Not in this lifetime.
Angry and determined, I bounded up the stairs, taking two at a time in each stride. In seconds I would reach the hallway and confront these con artists with such a furious anger that the big mans size would be cut down by a torrent of insults and hurled abuse and he steely ladies resolve would fall under the might of my words. Ascending into the light like some angry warrior embracing the heavens, I was ready for war.
CHAPTER 4.
Slamming a sneakered foot onto the stair landing, I stood triumphant, confident in my ability to tackle my deceitful visitors and deter them away from pillaging my belongings. Surveying my surroundings and peering down the hallway, there was no sign of my unwelcome morning visitors. Perhaps they were already in my apartment, rummaging through my underwear draw like a pair of dirty perv’s. Maybe they had already discovered that my apartment was pretty devoid of valuables and had already fled with whatever they deemed worthy, like a restaurant rat, fleeing the kitchen of some high class joint brandishing some forbidden treat. Either way, I was determined to find out just what was missing before I reported the ruse to the local cops. Taking several deep breaths, I set off down the corridor, marching to my own tune, full of courage and grit.
“First, the friggen sun wakes me up, good for nothing son of a bitch ball of flame” I cursed, reflecting on the shitty morning that I have had thus far. “then, to my shock and amazement, I’ve run out of fuckin coffee. HOW THE FUCK DID I RUN OUT OF FUCKIN COFFEE....GODDAMNIT” The more I thought about it, the more pissed off I became. I mean this was supposed to be my day off. My day to relax and kickback. As I walked on, clenching my fists in frustration, my thoughts turned to the unwelcome interruption of my two fancy dress guests. ”THIS IS THEIR FAULT” I exclaimed so loud that I was sure every person in the apartment complex was going to venture out into the open, just to watch the crazy, ranting man have his bitch fit.
Breathe. Just breathe Douglas. I chanted like a charka in my minds eye. Compose yourself before you explode into a flaming, rage induced coma. Relax, you need to be able to react if they are still in your home. You can’t do that if you are blind with rage. I ran my now clawed hands, sore with muscle cramps through my mattered black hair and exhaled loudly. Looking down the corridor, I counted 6 more doors before I reached my destination. 6 doors of composure. Six doors of peace and tranquility. Six doors which housed people who could sleep in without interruptions, six doors that seemed to keep the chaos of today’s morning events in check. Six doors.
Walking down the corridor with less anger than before I counted the doors down as I passed each one. Six....
Why did this morning have to be like this?
Five.....
All I wanted to do today is go out and hang with my mates.
Four.......
Why did I get targeted?
Three.....
I hope they didn’t trash the place.
Two........
“What the hell is that noise?”
One...............
“Shit, it’s coming from inside my apartment”
Stepping to the side of the doorway, I reached out to grasp the door knob.
“SMASH!“ Timber exploded outwards, sending shattered wood, dust and fittings crashing into the opposite wall. Shaken and coughing uncontrollably from the mouthful of inhaled wood particles, I shook the debris from my clothes. “WHAT THE FUCK!” I managed to squeeze out in between ragged breaths. I could hear loud voices coming from inside. Deep, guttural noises, words uttered in growls from clenched teeth.
Stepping over the debris that now decorated the hallway; I was drawn to shattered doorway, like a moth to a flame. I couldn’t help myself. It was as if I was being led by some unseen force, neither pushed nor pulled but undeniably destined to enter the room regardless of my own will. Perhaps I had been stunned by some flying wood that collided with my head. I didn’t recall feeling any hard impact, yet I felt so, so surreal, like I was floating in some dream. That must be it, I figured. I was dreaming. I had some bad pizza and now I was stuck in some half conscious dream state like a bad acid trip. They say that eating pizza before bed gives you nightmares. Suddenly, I realized I was no longer moving. Something had caught my leg and I was stuck mid stride just outside the doorway. “YOU’RE NOT DREAMING” came a voice from below. That voice, I know that voice. It belonged to the big man, who knocked on my now non existent door. My eyes crawled down to the source of the voice, to my leg, to the bloodied hand that held me captive. Stationary and steadfast, my eyes trailed the floor crawling up the attached arm and settled on the face of the male visitor. “Oh GOD” I cried as my vision came to terms with what lie before me. The man was Bloodied and mangled. Shards of wood embedded his face distorting his features into a picasso’esqe mess of blood and torn flesh. His rolled out like a red carpet through a deep rip in his jaw. “THIS IS REAL“; he slurred as blood spilled through his teeth and ran like a river onto the tan carpet beneath.
“Hold on, I’ll get help” I shrilled, my voice squeaky with panic and fear. Tugging my leg, I tried to free myself from his grip. As I did so, he pulled himself up my leg, his hands like steel vices clawing at my flesh. Trying to pry his fingers from my calves, I saw something so horrid, so disturbing that I almost fainted.
Trailing from his torso, protruding from the remains of his purple suit, was a wet mess, pink, blue and glistening. Blood, spurted from the cavity where his legs and abdomen would normally be. ...”I.....I.....I........Shit man, you need help....Th...Tha...tha...that’s gonna be ok, just let me get someone:” is all I could manage to stammer out amidst the swarming nausea that enveloped me. The remains of the man seemed to ignore my sickened state as he continued to claw his way up my body, his internal organs sloshing onto my feet and painting a bloody collage up my clothes. Face to face, he spoke again” BEVWARE THA DARKNISS” he wheezed, sending blood spraying onto my face with each word.
This was all too much. Mentally overwhelmed, I shook my body violently, trying to dislodge this monstrosity. Twisting side to side, arms flailing like some entranced voodoo dancer. Staggering backwards, I slipped on some of the viscera that now added to the new floor decorations of timber and dust. Tumbling backward through my doorway, I landed on my apartment floor. The impact dislodged the half corpse that previously attached itself to me like a tick to a dog. Bounding up onto my feet, more so out of determination to move away from the fetid remains of today visitor rather than to be prepared to face whatever was making the noises in my apartment, I looked around to catch a glimpse of two people struggling in the corner.
One was holding the other aloft by the throat. Turning to face me, I froze, unsure what to do. It was the other purple clad visitor, whom was being choked, her hands gripping the wrists of the other aggressor in a vain attempt to loosen the grip around her throat.
“I ...told... you ....to..... GO!” she croaked in gasping breaths, glaring at the doorway, where I now stood. The other man, if you could call him that, threw the woman to the ground, with such force, that the floor reverberated from the impact. She slid through the empty takeout containers and came to rest motionless against the wall. The assailant was tall and pale; his eyes seemed to be inky black pools, hair dark as night. He was clad in faded blue jeans and bare chest was shrouded in a black leather coat. he started to speak to me, lips curled into a cruel smile, teeth gleaming un-naturally “I don’t know.....I think you’re right on time” he spoke as he started towards me, his voice had a coldness that sent a shiver up my spine and I was still frozen on the spot.
CHAPTER 5
Fear griped me like a vice and squeezed. I prayed that he purple clad lady would wake up; distract this, this, this thing that made its way toward me. Desperate, I started to pray..’Please god, help me out here. I will do anything you ask, just don’t let me die, please...”HA” the approaching figure scoffed”you think GOD is going to save you. Look at how GOD helped them” he pointed one hooked finger at the disembodied figure laying to the left of me and then to the woman slumped against he wall”They were HIS CHILDREN, HIS WARRIORS and look how he rewarded them...with DEATH” By now the pale figure had swaggered within mere inches of me, his putrid breath, sucking the air from my lungs. Now I could see what I was dealing with...and it wasn’t human. Not anymore. “Do you know what they wanted Douglas” he hissed...I was speechless, not because I didn’t have a response, but because opening my mouth meant inhaling more of that putrid odor emanating from my captors mouth. Regardless, he leant over close, and whispered in my ear....”the wanted to kill you,... .......................and so do I”
My heart immediately dropped down into the pit of my stomach, I felt empty inside as if I had not eaten for days.
”oh God” was all I could manage.
“Not quite” he sighed as he clamped his fetid mouth over mine. Although I still couldn’t move my feet, I managed to get a hand up and brought it down on his shoulder. Still he didn’t budge, his mouth sealed with mine. Warm air, filled with decay flowed into my mouth and fought its way into my lungs. Again and again, I brought my fist down, each subsequent blow becoming weaker then the last. I was choking, suffocating on his putrid gas. This was what its like to die I thought as my vision became clouded and pale. I tried to bring my arm up again for one last futile blow, my last coup de gra’, but was no good. It was over. I was over. This was my last moment alive. As darkness settled in around me, a numbness permiated every pore, I let go and let the inky blackness swallow me whole. I was gone.
Letting my limp body fall to the floor, my murderer gazed down at my lifeless corpse intently, as if studying it, committing it to memory. Satisfied in his duty, he turned his attention to the woman, who now stirred groggily from her resting place. “so sorry my dear” he cooed, obviously happy in his success”you failed again”. Grasping her by the head, he effortlessly lifted the woman to her feet. Still groggy from the impact, her eyes lolled around lazily before settling on my still, cold body.
“You bastard” she cursed as she spat blood. “He was supposed to be ours”
Clearly amused by her defiance, even in the face of defeat he tutted”tsk, tsk, tsk. I guess this is one little lost lamb that isn’t going to join YOUR flock after all”
“GO TO HELL!” she sneered as she pulled a knife from behind her back, prepared to fight to her last breath.
With one quick motion, the pale man shifted his weight and slammed her head into the wall, sending flurries of plaster and blood spraying forth from the impact site. His hands dissolving into her head like a child’s hand in a birthday cake. The knife dropped from her hand as her body fell limp.
Releasing his hand with a squelch of mattered hair and brain tissue, she fell to the ground like a rag doll. Nudging her body with the toe of his black boot, he kneeled down beside her.
Noting her chest still rising and falling in shallow breaths, he whispered softly. “I know you can still hear me darling. You bloody Angels are a resilient bunch, ill give you that. But know this, somebody is going to wake up hungry soon and guess who is the main course” depositing a small peck on her bloodied cheek, he stood up and left.
He was right. Someone did wake up hungry, and indeed they fed.
CHAPTER 6
Douglas Brady was in all accounts dead, I did not deceive you, the person I am now was not who I was then. This was changed that fateful day. You see, there is a war being fought, a feud waged between the light and the shadows, goodness and evil, and ultimately, god and the devil. That day I was destined to die. This much was known to all but me. My purple clad visitors, as I now know, were angels, herald to the light. They were to deliver me to the dean, who would recruit me to their side, forever becoming a soldier fighting on the frontline wherever it may be. However this was not to be, for the warriors of night claimed my life for their own, raping my soul and plunging my existence into perpetual night.
Part of me still clung to the old ways, desperately trying grasp onto the normality of the life that was mine to live, mere days ago. Staring at the mug of coffee I held in my hands, I wished that it would taste the same, not this sour, manky liquid that it had now become. Frustrated, I slammed the cup down on the stove, sending the vessel and its foul contents spraying upwards and outwards like a exploding firework lit on the forth of July.
“SHIT, FUCK, DAMNIT” I screamed, stamping my foot through the timber floor.” ARGGGGGHHHHHH!”
This was getting to be big problem. Every day I got stronger, every day I grew more and more hungry. Glancing at the mutilated, mangled corpse of the female angel, I knew that as much as it disgusted me, I must eat. As I approached the bloodied remains, I knew that today’s meal would not be enough to sustain me for another day. I must venture out and and seek something more substantial, something...fresh.
Picking through the remains, I wondered where I would end up. Everything was different now. My eyes had already started to darken and my skin pale. Soon people would notice the difference and this place would no longer prove to be a safe haven anymore.
I needed to clear my head. I needed to walk.
Wiping my bloodied mouth on the sleeve of my shirt, I made my way over to the door, grabbing my coat as I passed the sofa. Changing my mind I sighed. “Awww, to hell with it” and ran towards the window. “Let’s see what this new body can do” leaping forward, I dove through the glass alcove and into the street 3 stories below. Landing with a thud, glass tinkered all around me like sparkling rain. “Groovy”
Dusting myself off and slapping on my shades, I ventured off into the unknown, passing people in the street going about their everyday business, hurrying to and thro like busy ants. Not one of them realized what awaited them at the end, oblivious to the war that continued on around them and their eventual fate depending on the victor. Stopping to gaze at an advertising wall, I scanned the leaflets of missing people, posted by their loved ones, begging for their safe return. I then came to the startling realization that, if I ever saw my picture posted up there, decorating the wall, pleading like all the others for my safe return or just a phone call, I couldn’t. That person was gone. Musing over how many others shared my fate, how many other recruits walked the streets and what my purpose was in this battle, I turned away.
Smiling to myself, I headed off. I didn’t know what lie on the path ahead or where I was going to go, but one thing was certain. Life was a whole lot more interesting when you’re dead.
THE END….OR IS IT????????
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Last edited 19 Feb 2007 06:50 am by firewolf81 | | | 28 Jan 2007 09:45 am |
Damn you Thatcher, damn you tory bitch! Rep: 4Joined: 28 Oct 2006 Posts: 5,458 OFFLINE | PART 4: planning an escape
Well, i was captured but still alive. Ive been imprisoned for about 2 weeks,living on water and cold soup, and pretty much anything else the Germans didnt want to eat. I had to help them build planes and tanks. It was hard work. I tried to tell them that I was a watchmaker and not a mechanic, but they just told me to get back to work. We had a large cell, but there were 5 of us in it. Tom was in my cell but Peter had been killed a few minuites after I had been knocked out.
I couldnt take much more of this. One of the other prisoners couldnt take it and had hung themself a few days ago. I was thinking of doing the same. Then it came to me. I was in a jail that was very close to an airfield. I had taken a few flying lessons before the war so i knew the basics of flying a plane. Id have to find some way out and take one of the German planes. But then what? If I fly a German plane back to Russia id be shot down by the Russian defences. but then i had it. If i painted over the German cross then Russia will know that its not a German. Then id find some sort of disguise and get to the airfield. Now all i have to do get the equipment ready.....
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Happy to help Rep: 29Joined: 05 Jan 2007 Posts: 9,322 OFFLINE | Part (5) The findings
The muscals in his body felt like they were tearing away his stomoch wrenched with fear as the light drew him in even further jason took a big gulp and gritted his teeth his face contorted with the pain and the heat.
“NO!" he shouted again but to no avale the light still pulled at him, Jason was helpless to resist his fait he closed his eyes tight hoping it would be all over soon, his feet now off the ground the light just sucked him in “god” he cried as he entered the vortex in front of him.
Then as soon as it had started it stopped his body relaxed at the same time his feet seem to touch solid ground again
Jason slowly opened his eyes still a bit dazed he could make out a figuer in front of him it was a woman “are you ok” she said in a soft voice, still shaking after his exspirence Jason replied “i dont know, am i ok?" the woman smiled and took Jasons hand “come on Dr fagen will sort you out, it always feels bad the first time it happens” “what happens?" he asked “c’mon i’ll explain later"
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Last edited 29 Jan 2007 08:46 am by tuscan1 | | | 29 Jan 2007 07:05 pm |
Happy to help Rep: 29Joined: 05 Jan 2007 Posts: 9,322 OFFLINE | Part (6) The findings.
Jason looked around him, he was in a small and dimmly lit room the walls were grey and dirty in front of him was a small green coloured door to the right he could just make out a large carved rock well at least thats what it looked like to him on his left was a tall piller with a object lent up against it because of the light he couldnt see exactly what it was, he then peared back behind him “whats that” he thought to himself there stood a triangular object no bigger than a small car the sides were glowing blue and the front was yellow with what looked like a split in the front on top was a gold point about 12” higher than the object itself, the woman gently ushered jason off to the small green door.
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| | | 30 Jan 2007 12:46 am |
bahaha-its me Guest | i have a question. who here actually read every single post? from tha first word to tha last?
| | | 30 Jan 2007 03:08 am |
Ima sexy bitch! Rep: 38Joined: 28 Dec 2006 Posts: 18,155 | bahaha-its me wrote:
i have a question. who here actually read every single post? from tha first word to tha last?
I have for starters..why?
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| | | 30 Jan 2007 04:57 am |
Happy to help Rep: 29Joined: 05 Jan 2007 Posts: 9,322 OFFLINE | me too.
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