VenomThe voices of the Ronin seemed to echo inside Sekhmet's head as he limped across the barren lands of the Nether Realm, in retreat, as usual from the cursed brats they had sworn to destroy.Venom5 years ago in Fanfic - Through Darker Eyes More Like This
"You call that a face?"
" your power isn't just overwhelming body odor !"
Sekhmet winced visibly at this denigration of his venom, then looked around quickly to make sure the others had not seen. But they were as exhausted and as dispirited as he; they had failed their master again, and would pay the price.
Their failure, though humiliating, was not the worstnot for Sekhmetit was the words that brought back all the old memories: being feared and hated in the villages, being taunted jeered at. Even now, centuries later, they stung as if it were yesterday. And no matter how hard he tried to drive them away, they came nonetheless .
He smelled the forest around him, saw twilight filtering through the leaves.
Devious to the Last One.Devious to the Last5 years ago in Fanfic - Through Darker Eyes More Like This
Have you heard the drums before? The ba-dum ba-dum of two hearts? The echoing resonance of a mountainside? Have you heard it? Do you hear it? Getting louder and louder, coming closer and closer.
1, 2, 3, 4. 1, 2, 3, 4.
There might have been a time, back when the second sun would still rise, back in the Academy, back when that red planet of a bore was still there Might have been a time when there was nothing to worry about. There might have been a time where I was willing to stand by and just watch time, where a life of duty wasn't oppressive.
But then that changed. I changed. That perfect image shattered at the mere age of eight. So young, so little, so unknowing even for a Time Lord.
And it hurt.
Ba-dum, ba-dum, ba-dum, ba-dum.
The shards of that glass image slicing into my mind, molding itself there and leaving behind the scars, the raw power of time and space. Leaving behind unwanted knowledge. Leav
Looking Through Vermilion EyesLet me reveal to you a part of history never told to humans. A part of history that has faded with time and those who were alive to experience it, have almost completely forgotten. Humans long to find out about the 'beginning' but in truth even the many immortals walking amoung them have no idea. I, myself, only have very vague memories of lights and voices. To put this simply, I am a demon. My beginning was the same as every other demon's in this miserable existance. There was a darkness that incased everything, sheltering us. We gladly lay in that blackness, feeding from its uncertainties, wanting nothing more than to be lazy and filthy. Until the voice came and so it bought with it the light. The light that burnt our skin and pierced our eyes with a hostile blaze. I remember the sensation of burning, as if a fire had been set beneath me. My body was burning in flames I just couldn't see. Shrieks of agony went out across the newly lit surroundings and soon I gained my eyesight. It waLooking Through Vermilion Eyes5 years ago in Fanfic - Through Darker Eyes More Like This
Forbidden GameJulian stood smugly before a full length mirror admiring his latest costume as he awaited her arrival. He tugged at his cuffs and collar making sure that he looked the part. He certainly thought so, but it was only her opinion that mattered to him now.Forbidden Game5 years ago in Fanfic - Through Darker Eyes More Like This
The white tunic and breeches fit his body so well they almost looked as if they had been painted on. Their stark whiteness gave his skin an almost blue hue, making his crystal blue eyes pop. He looked breath taking, and he knew it. With a lazy sweep of his hand, Julian swept back his white-blond hair, allowing a few rebel strands to fall back over his forehead.
In the tunnels beyond his throne room, Julian could hear the dulcet tones of Audrey and Dee. They bickered like children, and it was starting to grate on his last nerve. He had sworn that at least one of the seven wouldn't make it out of the game, and he sincerely hoped it would be one of the two.
Smirking at his reflection, Julian stalked away from the mirror and into the chamber
Through Darker OpticsThrough Darker Optics5 years ago in Fanfic - Through Darker Eyes More Like This
"No, no, no! It's all wrong. This cannot be Earth," the raspy voice of his lieutenant resonated from outside, though the metal corridors of the Darksyde's boarding platform, now the ship's primary exit. "Megatron, you failed! Not only did you fail to destroy the Maximals when you had the chance, you failed to bring us to the right planet! We stole the Golden Disk for nothing! You idiot!"
"Heh," Megatron chuckled darkly as he emerged into the planet's daylight. "I beg your pardon? What did you call me?"
"You heard. You are an idiot and an incompetent leader, and I am taking over. Dinobot: Terrorize!" With a the activation of his transformation code and a pitched roar, the robotic raptor took on his true form, a sleek robotic design enhanced with muscular flesh in places. "I challenge you to battle, Megatron. The winner shall lead the Predacons, and the loser shall be destroyed!"
Nonplussed, Megatron swiveled his impre
RE: Deep AmbitionAlbert Wesker loathed Chris Redfield. He hated Sheva Alomar dimly in his mind for her following around of the Redfield, but her partner He glared at the two of them over the wreckage of the plane, stumbling out like a man rising from his grave. They looked harried, exhausted. Honestly, Wesker expected them to be dead. How the hell they had survived that crash he'd never figure it out.RE: Deep Ambition5 years ago in Fanfic - Through Darker Eyes More Like This
Their backs were turned towards him, facing the lava. He sneered. "I should have killed you years ago Chris!" He practically hissed his name, a snake's warning to the unsuspecting prey he would devour. His mortal enemy whirled around, handgun in hand and giving him his own defiant glare, and it certainly didn't make him feel any better when his African partner followed suit. That stupid look he gave him those years ago when he gave him an order when they were teammatesit sickened the human tyrant to think he was once an equal with Redfield.
"Your mistake!" Chris yelle
Look into my EyesOf my all forms, there is only one left. Of all my senses, I use only one. I don't remember the taste of wine in Valmar. I don't remember the feel of the hammer and anvil in my hands. I don't remember the sound of the Song I sang once, before Arda came into being. I see. I see the doom nearing. It walks with soft steps into the very heart of my realm, and I know it's too late already.Look into my Eyes5 years ago in Fanfic - Through Darker Eyes More Like This
"I have come. But I do not choose now to do what I came to do. I will not do this deed. The Ring is mine!"
The centuries of watching, and yet I didn't see this coming. I know this form will not hold much longer, and so I look for the last time. Because that's what I am. Never sleeping, always burning with the devouring flame of my spirit. The Lidless Eye.
I look to the West. That is where you dwell on your lofty thrones. Manwë and Varda, even Aulë, once my teacher and master and none of you understand! No, you are not my King any longer, Súlimo, traitor of your
DW: His Hideous HeartsBa-bum-ba-bum. Ba-bum-ba-bum. Ba-bum-ba-bum. Ba-bum-ba-bum.DW: His Hideous Hearts5 years ago in Fanfic - Through Darker Eyes More Like This
This was the cadence of his lifemoments lived in fast staccato, building a crescendo right behind his temples. If he concentrated very hard, he could ignore it, push away the throbbing noise for a few precious minutes and see everything the way it was meant to be. The universesuddenly new and clean and beautiful, a thing outside his own twisted mind. But then the beating would start again, softly, softly, and it would grow louder and faster (andlouderandfaster) until it was all he knew, all he understood. First, it matched the beating of his hearts, and then it quickened them, and then there was nothing apart from the drum-drum-drumming in his head.
There was no relief. All the running and screaming and kissing and killing in creation couldn't rid him of this sickening pulse. It turned his stomach, sucked his mouth dry. He would do anything, anything at all, to escape it, but there was nothing that co
Alan Wake - Plucking RosesNight pressed in all around, a heavy weight that leaned on the weaknesses of the soul. With its descent came an intimate closeness that could choke, suffocate and yet still offer sanctity in a torrid of conflicting emotions. The ancient presence of darkness that fuelled the primal fears of man lurked, filling the barren aperture of their meaningless lives with a long forgotten taste of the unknown.Alan Wake - Plucking Roses5 years ago in Fanfic - Through Darker Eyes More Like This
The Writer could feel it. Like the recesses of his innards were laden with great slithers of ice. So why then, did he defy what the Cimmerian shade offered? Only with enforced isolation and a tenebrous hold on sanity could The Writer achieve his full potential. Wasn't it obvious?
It found the trailer park to be organised chaos. The usual flamboyant colours, like so much paint dashed across a man made canvas, now lay muted in the gloom. The trailers themselves seemed idly dropped into location with no care; worn muddied paths connecting the mobile homes had formed from years of footfall. A ch
RetributionRetribution.Retribution5 years ago in Fanfic - Through Darker Eyes More Like This
The Vatican was never quiet. It had always been one of the main things that annoyed Cesare about this place. He cared little that this was considered one of the most sacred places on earth. He didn't see anything worth appreciating in the ancient relics and the art on the walls. It was a lack of quiet that bothered him and as such, this was a place he held little love for.
Of course, it was not as if he minded having an entourage of loyal followers. After all, that was only befitting of a warlord like him. Yet simple facts like those did not mean that he didn't enjoy the moments of solitude in his private chambers, where he could conjure up plans and work out strategies in complete peace.
Still, complete peace was never possible in the Vatican. The amount of men who had dedicated their life to God, or the comfort of a high position in the church, was considerable. Many of them chose to dwell in here and, despite its vast spaces and deceiving silence, the
WeaknessWeakness5 years ago in Fanfic - Through Darker Eyes More Like This
"I am on no one's side. My only concern is to see the lighthouse beacons lit once again..."
The sunlight was hot against his heavy vestments, thick winter cloak dragging against the warm stones of the mountain. The heat was oppressive, but pushed stubbornly aside in his excitement, gloved fingers clawing eagerly at the next handhold. He didn't have time to stop and wrest free of his cumbersome raiments didn't have time for anything other than climbing.
His breath caught ragged in his chest, parched tongue bared as he panted aloud. Perhaps he had gotten out of shape, using his command of the elements to levitate and warp through the moribund world. This peak had to be scaled by hand, though, to claim the prize that was gathering at the climax like pollen gathered at the stamen of a flower.
"The Golden Sun... The very quintessence of Alchemy's power! It's beginning! Wait for me! Please, wait! Wait until I reach the summit of Mt. Aleph!"
Alex barked a giddy laugh,
Behind Amber EyesFanfiction Contest Through Darker eyesBehind Amber Eyes5 years ago in Fanfic - Through Darker Eyes More Like This
Fandom: Avatar: The Last Airbender
Behind Amber Eyes
By Kelly Lynn Doyle
Azula always lies. Azula always lies. I could still hear him saying those words in his nasally little kid voice, crying like the pathetic wimp he always was. I could hear them echoing, forcing themselves into my consciousness as I watched that water tribe bitch heal him, my hands chained behind me like I was some sort of animal. Or some sort of monster, like I knew everyone thought me to be.
Everything I had done to get where I was seemed to boil into me then, watching her eyes light up with relief as Zuko moved, as I failed yet again to do what my father had wanted. I had tried so hard so hard to put myself in a position to be superior to him in every way so that father could see who was the rightful heir to the thro
Memoir of a GuardianThere were four guardian beasts protecting the small town of Lostime, located in the heart of Memoria. Phoenix, the Guardian of the Flame, nestled herself within the Fuego Mines' warm interior. Leviathan, Guardian of the Water, dwells in the seas north of the suburbs. Alexander, Guardian of Light, resides within the town clock tower. The Guardian of the Dark, Raffaello, makes his home deep in the Daria Highlands, bordering Lostime's outskirts. All have kept watchful eyes to oversee the tranquility in the land. That is, until one day...Memoir of a Guardian5 years ago in Fanfic - Through Darker Eyes More Like This
"Seems as though that time is drawing closer," spoke a low voice. A dark cavern was dimly lit by several amethysts that were embedded on the wall. The cavern corridor led way to a old shrine, lit by the largest crystal.
"Raffaello, you're going to have a new Oracle under your supervision soon," replied a tall black mage, carefully fixing his navy blue jacket, then his straw hat. He chuckled a bit; he knew that the dark guardian was already awa
Through Darker EyesCold.Through Darker Eyes5 years ago in Fanfic - Through Darker Eyes More Like This
That's what he felt. It wasn't just because of the snow that swirled around him, turning the area outside of the Moulin Rouge into a world of black and white. Clouds hung low under the night sky, the rest of Paris that towered around nearly invisible. His polished shoes crunched with each step, his overcoat flapping in the freezing breeze.
No, it wasn't just the snow. He felt cold because he'd lost. He was the Duke, he never lost. If he wanted something, he got it. Always. But now . . .? What had happened?
He laughed bitterly, his breath puffing out as a white cloud in front of him. The noises from the Moulin Rouge were almost inaudible now, covered by the sound of the wind in his ears.
Now Satine was with the boy. She was with Christian. The last image he'd seen of the two of them, singing together and holding hands, made his stomach turn. It had just been minutes ago, but it felt like hours.
The boy had won, as repulsive as he found the notion. He had taken Satine under
The Real Necron StoryIn the darkness beyond life itself, Necron lay in wait upon the Hill of Despair. It was watching television. Necron had watched this station for some time, and was growing attached to, what he assumed, were the stations mascots. It followed the drama of Gaia and Terra endlessly, and was eagerly awaiting the final confrontation between Kuja, the first Angel of Death and Zidane, his replacement.The Real Necron Story5 years ago in Fanfic - Through Darker Eyes More Like This
"The dramatic conclusion of our story will be right back, after a word from our sponsors!"
Necron sighed to itself.
"Ah, Square why can't you just give us fans even the slightest amount of information on this new Final Fantasy! If I wasn't an immortal, all powerful being, I would be rather put off by this trend." Lamented the Embodiment of Death as he watched Zidane chase a Coca-Cola cap across Alexandria for the millionth time. "Oh! It's back on!"
Necron observed with the tempered focus of only a true fanboy as Kuja clashed with Zidane and company for the final time. At last, Kuja staggere
Digging - Holes fanfictionI sighed at the familiar sound of the pick-up coming toward the cabin. "What have they done now," I murmured, half-amused and half-irritated, brushing out my hair at the mirror. This had better be important.Digging - Holes fanfiction5 years ago in Fanfic - Through Darker Eyes More Like This
There was no knock at the door, only the sound of footsteps as whoever-it-was rushed into my living room. I whipped around in a flare of anger, heading to the soundhow dare they just barge right in!
It was Pendanski, and between his middle finger and thumb he held a small, worthless, dirty tube. He wore a stupid grin, while my lips scowled around my words. "Excuse"
"I think we might have something here," he said in a suppressed voice, coming closer. First he broke into my cabin; now he was interrupting me
"Look!" he urged, trying again to press down his excitement and failing. I simply glared. He wasincrediblyunfazed and had the gall to physically grab my wrist and put the filthy piece of junk in my palm. "Look at it!" His fingers
The Fall of the PillarThe Fall of the Pillar5 years ago in Fanfic - Through Darker Eyes More Like This
"Please stop " This fighting had to stop. My heart couldn't take it anymore. My beloved Zagato, fighting for my freedom from Cephiro, and my Magic Knights, fighting Zagato with the belief that they'll save me. This is all to much It needs to stop! "Please stop! If you keep doing this Zagato." My eyes trembled, hot tears began to pour down my cheeks. No one could hear me even though I still cried out.
My Magic Knights still fought on, continuing to injure my heart. I knew this battle would end badly.
As the Knights rested from the powerful combat just for a second, Zagato preceeded to tell them, "I will crush the Magic Knights with my own hands. The legend will not come to pass!" He attacked with his Night Strike, and although the Knights were badly wounded they still would not give up. Hikaru, with her strong heart, reassured her friends that they will save Cephiro.
Of Fang and MoonOnce upon a time when little white ponies and silver-sword wielding knights paraded through the jungles, Fenrir Greyback might have felt some remorse for his actions. However, those swords were long rusted, and the mentioned knights were had been six feet under for centuries.Of Fang and Moon5 years ago in Fanfic - Through Darker Eyes More Like This
The layered anticipation was almost audible, but only to his ears. It wasn't the first time he had crouched in dew-slicked bushes as he awaited for the darkness to fall around him. It was the same every month, but the adrenaline never ceased to flood him while he waited for the first ray of white light hit his skin.
The house was barely stirring, but he could see the child creeping through the woods, a cautious smile on his young face. From the bushes he gave a grim smile and glanced up at the sky.
It was time.
His entire body seemed to tremble, shake, and tear apart at the seams. He felt he was being shredded and mauled, as he did every month, and as he would every month of his life. It was painful, yes, and grot
JokerJoker5 years ago in Fanfic - Through Darker Eyes More Like This
It's not so hard to corrupt someone. It doesn't take a whole lot. Just an emotion. Simple, small, a seed of thought that breeds a poison tree. Evil? What is that? Now some people question me, and make assumptions, but they're all wrong. I had no terrible childhood, no strange upbringing in fact; I'm just like you just like you. That's right. We're. Exactly. The. Same. Oh sure, fine, alright you don't wear make up and cavort around blowing things up, but me I like to have fun. Evil, heh, what is it? You people call me crazy, but really, I'm just ahead of the current After all, everything is like a windmill. It comes around and around, never changing never making strides. After all, deep down inside, under that civilized mask there's a monster wanting to break free. When the curtains are drawn, you people will eat each other. So what fun is it when things stay the same? No fun. In fact it's boring. I agree with Mr. T
The Power of the DreamTitle: The Power of the DreamThe Power of the Dream5 years ago in Fanfic - Through Darker Eyes More Like This
Continuity: Exodus - Before and during the first portion of the novel.
Characters: D-16 AKA Megatron, mentions of Orion/Optimus
Pairings: If you squint really hard and look sideways I bet you could see OPXMegs.
For the citizens of the lowest rungs of any society there is really no such thing as good and evil. There is only survival; the instinct to live overrides sentiments such as fair play and the greater good. There is no greater good. These pathetic creatures do not even exist to those who stand above them. They are unseen, unknown, and generally unwanted by their "betters." They are untouchable, because they are merely ghosts in the machine of society.
In the Cybertronian civilization, the "untouchables" were not even gifted with real names.
Well, unless you consider D-16 a name.
D-16 was one of these untouchables. He worked in one of the numerous factori
Scorched FleshScorched Flesh5 years ago in Fanfic - Through Darker Eyes More Like This
Opposition. Defiance. Resistance. Mere words, when given no life or inspiration. This boy, and his friends they were ruining the perfectly stitched plans of the Empire. Vader stood in the darkened room, sensing the approaching presence of his son. There were others escaping, but they were not his priority. The reckless spirit searching for him was the one he needed. The fledgling Jedi entered the room, blaster drawn and senses high. He'd been practicing, honing his natural instincts.
"The Force is with you, young Skywalker," Vader said. The boy was nearly as strong as the Sith lord in his prime. He knew there was still much potential Luke had not achieved, nor could he, not on his chosen path. "But you are not a Jedi yet." He had been disappointed in Obi-Wan's retreat, the coward's end. Vader did not want his son to take his old
I Will Never Believe...It was silent at midnight, aside from the rustle of leaves in the forest. All of the campers were bedded down in their respective cabins, the wood nymphs and satyrs tucked away in their forest hideouts. No one was awake.I Will Never Believe...5 years ago in Fanfic - Through Darker Eyes More Like This
Luke only knew one person who stayed up this late.
He approached the tree with his hands in his pockets, felt the cool wash of magic as he passed through the camp boundary. She still let him through, even after he'd left at the end of last summer. Luke decided to think of it as her way of saying she agreed with what he was doing.
He spoke aloud, breaking the stillness that stifled the hill. "I always knew there was something special about you, Thalia. You never trusted them, did you?"
The tree did not answer. It was a tall pine, standing straight and proud and silent under the silver glow of the almost-full moon. The tips of its needles quivered in the light breeze that swirled around Luke, ruffling over his short blond hair.
"I mean, all that anti-establishment punk s
PowerA winged skull, cracked above its cavernous sockets the insignia of Shadaloo announced his ascension over death, his body surging with triumphant power.Power5 years ago in Fanfic - Through Darker Eyes More Like This
He was a tall, muscular man, dressed militaristically in garbs without any national identity: patriotism was a wretched concept he'd duly abandoned no country deserved to claim him. Steel cuffs and shoulder pads had been expertly attached to his crimson clothes, intelligent people had learnt to shudder when hearing the footfalls cast by his heavy boots, a cape, black as the swallowing night, followed him wherever he went, another proclamation of total allegiance. Then, covering his dark hair was the red cap, a gold Shadaloo badge sewn above the black brim.
Two options existed to those who knew the Shadaloo symbol. The fortunate had become associates already, dutiful peons who could successfully take orders. Those stupid enough to boldly declare that they were against Shada