-PROLOGUE- Hiding.In his room sits a boy, surrounded by papers and the like, newspaper clippings and pictures taped to his wall speaking of unsolved encounters and mysteries around America, Murders, the supernatural, villians that were never caught, Hoodini..-PROLOGUE- Hiding.17 hours ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
He leaned back in his chair, staring at his computer screen blankly, what would he put on his blog today? Obviously he could re-visit an old myth or too.. but maybe it was time to find a new one. He closed the browser that held the url of his blog and quickly went to go research anything mysterious in his area.
This boy's name is Mitt, he's 20 years old, only 5 foot seven inches in height, and only weighing at 133lbs. He thought of himself as an amatuer extremeist for the supernatural and mystery community, his eyes flicked over the computer screen almost deviously as he searched like a wild dog looking for scrap meat.
Until he finally found something.
'IN DETROIT, MICHIGAN A LOCAL FAMILY HAS GONE MISSING. NO ONE KNOWS THE WHEREABOUTS OF THIS FAMIL
When the Lights Faded Ch.01 On the CallWhen the Lights FadedWhen the Lights Faded Ch.01 On the Call3 hours ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
On the Call
“If God listened to the prayers of men, all men would quickly have perished: for they are forever praying for evil against one another.” - Epicurus
I still remember those words my father told me as I reached for the door handle to greet the airport taxi. It was a phrase, a phrase that on its own would mean little. But at that moment in time, with all that had happened, it was devastating. It was just before I left home for college. I did not dwell much on the subject at the time. But as I looked back, it made me wonder. Why was so little said between us? It was strange. When I looked upon my father's eyes veiled by his large spectacles that day, I could tell that they were filled with a sadness seeing as it was our farewell. When my mother passed away when I was in junior high, he changed. The energy and smiles were gone, the barbecues and fishing trips were delayed indefinitely, dishes piled up and t
Tten oder gettet werden (Prologue/Teaser)"KLAUS!! DON'T LET HIM DO IT KLAUS!!!" Zoey screamed over her loud sobbing. "Erik! What the fuck are you doing!?" Klaus shouted. "Let go of Zoey now!!" Erik pushes the cold, steel barrel of his .50 Caliber handgun into the back of Zoey's neck. "Just shut up! Can't you see she's the murderer!? I don't see why you just won't kill her yourself!" Klaus shows an expression of pure rage as he points his pistol at Erik. "I swear to god Erik, let her go before I splatter your brains all over the fucking sidewalk!!" Erik grins; a suddenly calm expression. "Give me one reason I shouldn't kill her. Go on, say it. Is it because you love your girlfriend so much? You could never do that to her, could you? You saw it Klaus. The third gun. It was in her bag. Can you explain that? Huh? Can you!?"Tten oder gettet werden (Prologue/Teaser)13 hours ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"KLAUS PLEASE!!!" Zoey screamed. Erik immediately retaliates. "Shut up bitch! I will shoot you!" "Damn you Erik!!!!!" Klaus screams as he drops his gun and charges towards Erik like an enrage
The reaper of Mayhaven 3. I open the door to our apartment, greeted by a couple of staring eyes. Cuddling on the couch like a couple of teenagers even though Samuel is nearing his thirties and Joju is older than, let's say Sagrada Famaília - among other things.The reaper of Mayhaven 3.17 hours ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The eyes follow me as I walk into the living room and slump on the recliner with a tired croak, dropping the bow onto the floor like it didn't matter to me anymore. I hear Samuel asking me where I was, when and why had I left - that he didn't notice a thing, worried over my ragged, dirty and bloody appearance. It doesn't manage to grab my interest in the least.
Instead, I turn to look at Joju, his gleaming eyes hidden behind the sunglasses, suppressing a stare that would otherwise kill me on the spot.
"Aurora circle." I smirk at him, satisfied by the way I feel the air shift in an eerie manner around us, silencing even the still worrying Samuel.
"Tell me you didn't…" He mutters, frowning.
"Yes indeed I did." I say
When the Lights Faded Ch.03 Down the White HallsWhen the Lights FadedWhen the Lights Faded Ch.03 Down the White Halls3 hours ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Down the White Halls
The emotions of the shooting had slowly begun to fade from memory. At least, that was what was happening to those not directly affected, those watching from the television. I do not blame them for their fleeting sorrow. They did not know them. Why should they care as long as we did. But as expected, the news cycle and now even the public had begun to forget the tragedy, eagerly seeking out the next juicy spectacle of misery. Even though it had been only four days since that terrible morning, the news had already moved on. The looks of sympathy had ended with the latest incident of police brutality with yet another beat cop getting his rocks off from wasting another unlucky person’s life. It was unfortunately back to the old grind. There was no more to drink up from the dubbed, “Tennis Center Massacre”.
They even had the gall to say we were exceeding our authority over religious freedom, I heard one screaming, si
When the Lights Faded Ch.02 The Blood SunWhen the Lights FadedWhen the Lights Faded Ch.02 The Blood Sun3 hours ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The Blood Sun
My lungs were on fire. The inside of my mouth had dried up like a prune and my throat was painfully sore as I tried to swallow the air for moisture. I pulled out my water bottle and drank it down in hastened hurry. It was a double edged sword. I felt like throwing up from the sudden intake of liquid in my empty stomach and it made it even harder to run. It was miserable. Thank goodness I did not have to take a shit right now or else this would be horrendous. Clipping my bottle back to my belt, I felt my body feel a little less stressed. But then the pain in my leg surged back up to my brain. When it did, all relief vanished with pulsing pain. My leg had cramped up since we passed the Conservatory Garden a good quarter of a mile back up East Drive. I was tired. My feet and calves ached from my fox-like bound. The weather while still cool might as well have been a hundred degrees. I was swimming in my uniform. The fabri