Snake joined the circusSnake joined the circus4 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Joker had heard of the freak show near by his own traveling circus and had wanted to see it for himself. But of course, he did not go alone, he brought along Beast, Dagger and Doll. He looked around as he entered the dark tent. The show was like any other circus, there were strange performers and dazzling stunts. "Well that sure was borin' " Joker remarked "I was hopin for somthing more intresting." Beast smirked "Well anything seems boring compared to our circus" Dagger and Doll smiled and nodded in agreement
Dagger looked around curiously as they walked out of the tent, but he stopped in his tracks, seeing a large crowd of people gathered around a large cage, over the cage was a sign that read Snake Man "hey.." he tugged on Jokers jacket "what's that over there??" Joker looked over to the cage "Let's check it out... Probabaly a fake though."
Keep One Eye on the Sky - Act 3Keep One Eye on the Sky - Act 31 year ago in Romance More Like This
… And pain. Yep, definitely pain.
Those were the first things you managed to register beyond being dazed and confused. That about summed it all up when you awoke in the darkness. Everywhere you looked shadows danced, blurring your vision and obscuring anything you tried to focus your eyes on.
It was as if the shadows themselves were alive, playing tricks with your mind to throw you off.
“Hello?” You called, moving to rise to your feet only to find yourself on your rear again when the throbbing pain in your head pounded away inside of your skull with each beat of your heart. Raising a hand to your head you could feel a sizable gash near your hairline, the warm liquid running down the left side of your face making your hair stick to you where it made contact with the blood.
“(Your name…)” A dark voice hissed through the black void before you. With bleary eyes you tried to focus on something, ANYTHING ahead of you to try and get your
A True LeaderA True Leader4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Truly a Leader.
By Ravette 2004.
As I lay here on the table waiting for repairs, looking over at my severed arm on the table nearby awaiting Ratchet to reattach it and repair all my other damage. I have time to think as I wait.
I think of how we were lied to, how it hurts and angers me, but what hurt the most as I look at my still good arm flexing the fingers that my mentor, the one who taught me to fight for what is right, had betrayed us, the leader to whom I looked up to, and that I was the one to extinguish his spark, my choices had cost a lot of lives.
I'm to blame for the loss of those lives, many humans lost their lives and we are less in numbers as well , Ironhide, my oldest friend killed by one we trusted, it eats at my spark, do I really deserve to be their leader, the events of the last few days have me doubting I should be leading them.
Ratchet was just repairing his medical equipment so he would have what he needed to repair me and the others. As turned away to look back a
Critias Invoked BRRINNG! BRRINNG! </i>Critias Invoked5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Urg...morning already?" Ben groaned as he sat up slowly, wiping his eyes as he came to. He had spent the most of last night trying to finish some work that he had been commissioned to do, and went to bed around 2 A.M.
"Well I guess I'd better get up now..." he said with a loud yawn, stretching as he stepped out of bed. Ben was more or less your average person, standing at around 5 and a half feet tall. He had short, messy brown hair and a slight beard, and his eyes were an emerald green.
He was about to head towards the shower when he heard a series of beeps coming from his mobile phone. There was a text for him.
"Who's texting me at this time of the morning..." he wondered as he opened the text.
"Hey Ben, it's Peter. Found something u may like, brought it with me. Will c u l8r on around 10:30am!"
"10:30..." He blinked for a moment, then looked at the clock. It was 9:50!
"Holy crap, I don't have long!" he exclaimed. He didn't really want to meet his
Retaliation - Intro (A F.E.A.R. fanfic)Retaliation - Intro (A F.E.A.R. fanfic)1 year ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
My grandfather Harlan Wade is the one of the head scientist's for Armacham. He's best known for his work in Project: Origin. A project that involved his own daughter ,my mother. Their plan was to create the first prototype's of the project from her D.N.A. but ,Harlan didn't think she could produce a child with psychic abilities genetically. He believe that the abilities were handed down within the bloodline. Thus they impregnated my mother with genetically engineered prototype's created from not only her D.N.A but the D.N.A. from several member's of them team working on Origin ;along with her own father's D.N.A.
They forced her into a coma for this project and was forced to give birth to two prototype's during an artificially-induced labor. Of course Armacham underestimated my mother's power and she woke up soon after she had given birth to my elder brother. My eldest brother was declared a failer within week's and a year later they impregnated her once again. This time the prototype w
The Miracle of LifeHi Mommy! It's me, your precious unborn baby! Isn't it amazing how I can already speak English?The Miracle of Life8 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Gosh, Mommy, I'm just SO hyped about being born! The thought of having a chance at life just sends my barely-formed heart-tube a-flutter! Of course, I am a little nervous about the prospect of having to eat with a fork instead of just sucking your blood through a hole in my abdomen. Will you help me learn, Mommy? Ha ha, of course you will, since staying home and raising babies is what walking incubators---I mean, women are meant to do! ^_^
Wow, I just heard some nice lady tell you that I could grow up to cure cancer one day! What's cancer, Mommy? Is it something that gives people ouchies? Maybe when I'm born, I'll grow up, get real smart, and cure all the world's ouchies! Wouldn't that just be super-cool, Mommy?
Ha ha, I'm just teasing you, Mommy! I don't want to put a stop to ouchies. I want to MAKE ouchies. You don't know it yet, but I'm going to grow up to be a violent socio
Shepard's LetterTitle: Shepard's LetterShepard's Letter5 years ago in Sci-Fi More Like This
Game: Mass Effect
characters: Fem Shepard
Disclaimer: Copyright Bioware
About the colonist
From: Commander Seidra Shepard
This is going to sound horrible, and it really pains me to say this...
I have some news about the missing colonist, it turns out the collectors were taking them to their base and prossesing them into raw genetic material in order to create an monstrous creature called the Human Reaper.
If only we could have found out sooner.
We had no choice but to destroy the collector base so more lives would not be lost.
In case you wondering about my involvement with Cerberus, I'm not asking you to believe me on this but I spent two years being rebuilt there, I was infact dead until I was brought back to life.
I cannot say how my remains ended up in their hands, But I am going to say that I was reluctant about having to work with Cerberus, even when they sent me to investig
Cell Junior's HuntNo one knew it, but one of the Cell Juniors from the Cell Games had survived the gruesome battle. With all of his siblings and father now gone, the lone Junior knew he was less than a match for the Z Fighters. But what could he do to damage them? Junior had spent years in hiding, not wanting to die like the rest of his family. But in his seclusion he grew, appearing to be the teenager version of his dad but retaining his blue skin. And now, a stumpy stinger protruded from his back, signifying that he could in fact get stronger through absorbtion...Cell Junior's Hunt5 years ago in Science Fiction More Like This
Junior's head fins were a bit longer now, but not nearly as long as his fathers. He had the appearance of a youthful athlete, but of course had the physical attributes of his father. Junior grumbled, feeling the urge to... feed...
"Need... Food..." Junior grumbled, a bit perplexed by the sensation. He needed to get stronger. To get stronger, he needed to feed off of those who had energy. It was time to stop hiding and to start eating! Junior
Bodega bay's secret IIChapter 2: Truth be toldBodega bay's secret II6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
The heavy drops of rain brought down by the storm beat outside evan's window, he looked at jesse wondering what's his specialty in the band of merry men intruding his hotel. Not once did he blink looking at the puppets and then at him, those red eyes were staring at him deep as if studying a specimen through a scope. Mr. Andrews calmly sat back down in his seat.
Evan smiled, "You can sit down also if you want. Jester and six shooter won't do anything to you. As long as you don't provoke them in anyway." Again jester's face rotate once more to a happy expression.
"I'd rather stay where I'm at right now." jesse replied, still studying the puppets in fear and fascination.
He spotted andrews text messaging someone; probably both of his goons to do something. He cleared his throat to get the old man's attention. "Pardon my rudeness here, I'm just taking care of some business. Now back to our discussion about what I want and I'll leave."
"There's nothing to discuss i
His WayNothing ever went right for Wheatley; noooooo. Why would anything ever go right for him? Maybe this "God" person enjoyed watching the personality core try so hard only to fail horribly. If "God" was anything like humans Wheatley wouldn't doubt it. Humans were selfish, greedy, uncaring, horrible things whose only real achievement was building the facility and the machines that ran it. Obviously they couldn't run the entire facility on their own, that was why they made Her.His Way4 years ago in Sci-Fi More Like This
The core snorted, a lot of good She did running the place-taken down by a bloody human of all things! Now, Wheatley knew that human, that selfish, insensitive, arrogant human that took Her down, and honestly he wasn't impressed with her anymore. What could this little girl-this "Chell"do to him? He was in control of everything, anything he wanted he could have. For once he had succeeded in something, the euphoria of the feeling made him want to pull "God" from his pedestal and laugh right in his fa
Where We Only Say GoodbyeHe sat in the waiting room silently. Others paced, waiting for news of their own loved ones. But Conrad couldn't move.Where We Only Say Goodbye4 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
He knew this day would be coming: the day he would take his everything and put it in someone else's hands, leaving himself with nothing but stale, thin hope.
Luce was dying.
It wasn't a shock. At least, it shouldn't have been. Conrad knew he knew what the repercussions of Luce's lifestyle were: the drugs, the smoking, the questionable hygiene. And the biting, the routine blood loss. He would be lying to himself if he said he didn't see this coming.
The truth of the matter is, then, that Conrad simply did not expect to be around when this happened. He knew Luce would go and do something stupid to go and land himself in the ICU. But he never expected to be there for it. He figured he would be long gone before the doctor did a
Shattered DreamsThe worst part about being in stasis was the dreams, the never-ending dreams. And they were never just dreams: they were always nightmares. Whenever the announcer's voice woke her up, Chell would, after searching for and never finding a way out, think about how nice it would be to dream about kittens or puppies or something.Shattered Dreams4 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
But she never got that sort of dream. Hers were haunted by memories. Piping voices calling "I seeeeee you!" and the Companion Cube falling to its death and the cake she had been promised and the graffiti that had littered the walls in the test chambers.
But most of all, Chell's dreams were haunted by memories of her, the computer whose name she had never found out. If computers even had names. The giant AI's voice and form invaded every portion of her nightmares, mocking and guilt-tripping her even from beyond the grave.
"You murdered your Weighted Companion Cube," she would mock. "And that's why you will receive no cake." And then
Reversal, Chapter 1Summary: The story of the Portal-games retold with switched roles: Wheatley is the test subject who took down the homicidal super-computer of Aperture, Chell is the A.I who wakes him up after decades in cryosleep to help her escape, and GLaDOS is... GLaDOS.Reversal, Chapter 14 years ago in Humor More Like This
Wheatley huddled in a corner of the test chamber, trying to simultaneously keep the Portal gun as far from his face as he could but hold onto it steadily enough not to drop the thing.
The device made him uncomfortable. The computerised voice that had been his only companion (If you didn't count the overly polite turrets, or the Companion Cube, he didn't) had mentioned it was potentially lethal, and even if he had no plans to submerge it in any liquids any time soon, he couldn't shake the fear that it might just decide to explode on his face.
But it was the only way he could possibly get through this madhouse, and even though he still walked through the portals as fast as poss
RegretsThe thoughts of Wheatley and Chell at the end of Portal 2.Regrets4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
GAR SPOILERS BLAH!!
Portal 2 and all it's characters belong to Valve.
I wish I could take it all back. I really do; I really do wish I could take it all back. And not just 'cause I'm stranded in space. You know what I would say if I ever saw her again? I would say I'm sorry. I'm sorry that I was bossy, and monstrous. I never meant for it to go that far. Before it all, back when I was just Wheatley, gliding around on my management rail, I would have never wanted all that to happen. I became like Her. Just like Her. It was just the astounding feeling of my new body, how big I was, how powerful, and in control. But all the new programming and urges built into the system, always pushing me to want more and have it never be enough But I can't blame it all on the circuitry. I was selfish. I was too obsessed with what I had become, and she was so tiny and insignificant. But you know, if I'd really t
Portal 2: Remember FinalIt's a terrible moment for anyone to discover a ruined surprise. After someone took so much time, work and planning to do something special for someone they care deeply for, only to turn and see them standing right behind them. They saw everything. They know everything. And then the feelings erupt: nausea, frustration, heartbreak, disappointment, humiliation and more all combined into one painfully numbing feeling that leaves one speechless and standing there like an idiot. There's no excuse, they can't think of a good lie to cover it up and all they can do is stand there and babble apologies and try to explain themselves. In some cases, the person they failed to surprise feels very awkward with the surprise ruined and unsure of what to do, making them both feel worse. However, in most cases they feel so happy and grateful that they did all this just to make them happy, all I forgotten and the surprise can be enjoyed. In a sense, surprises lead to more surprises.Portal 2: Remember Final4 years ago in Romance More Like This
It had been over a yea
Portal2 Recovery 1 SPOILERSChapter 1Portal2 Recovery 1 SPOILERS4 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Chell stared at the ceiling. It was white, separated into large, square panels. She lifted her right arm towards it and tried to fire a portal onto it, but it didn't work. Why didn't it work? She looked at her arm, examining the white cast enclosing her wrist. A nurse had said something about her wrist being dislocated. It had probably happened when GLaDOS had pulled her back through the moon-portal. Funny, she hadn't remembered it hurting until after she'd left the facility.
They'd taken away her dirty clothes, her long-fall boots and her companion cube. Chell had been reluctant to let the cube go, but they had promised to give it back, so eventually she gave in. They'd given her a flimsy paper gown to wear and a bed to stay in. they'd run all sorts of check-ups on her, bandaged any open wounds, and put casts on her right arm. Then they had plugged her into all sorts of IV's and machines and told her to stay put.
Outside the room, two nurses were working behind a desk, scrib
The Craziest Drug Ch.3The Craziest Drug Ch.34 years ago in Romance More Like This
A/N- I love Sasuke...and Sakura even though she's naive about her master...I feel sorry for her. Enjoy ^_^...or be sad...
"That's quite a nasty cut."
"Hn, I hadn't noticed...do they usually look pretty?"
"No...but they never look self inflicted either, is there something wrong?"
"Yes, your minding my business again."
The doctor gave the frowning boy a pained look and then finished the gauze she had wound around his hand.
"You call it being intrusive, I call it, making a patient feel comfortable...being a decent human being"
"This is why you and I are two different people...can I go now..."
"A little generosity goes a long way young man."
"I tried that, it only gets me in here."
The women sighed and Sasuke hopped off the examination table.
The infirmary looked like the morgue, there were big titanium drawers on one side of the room and the brick's were worn out and decrepit. On most days that Sasuke came down here, it even smelled of death but today someone had tried to dr
Even the Odd Found Love part 5Even the Odd Found Love part 54 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
It just didn't make any sense. This man that sat before him seemed absolutely nothing like the person with the Mau5 head a week before. That man just seemed pissed and tactless. But this guy seemed so...lonely or upset. He knew that this man was in fact the person that struck him though because of the red Mau5 head sitting at his feet. Guys' brain was filled with confusion.
It just made no sense, how could somebody bash someone else face in accidentally? ? ? He briefly twiddled his thumbs. "What do you mean it was an accident?" he queried timidly; he couldn't even begin to imagine how the man may respond.
Joel peered at him, green eyes discerning, then set his head back against the wall behind him. "Well." He began. "You see, when I saw you two jumping the fence behind grocery store, I didn't realize who you were until your friend had called out to me. I was in a pretty shitty mood already so I thought I'd try messing with you two. I noticed that you two were in somewhat
Spare Me your PityIt was a theme that seemed throughout the years to be a common reoccurrence, a sight that most were familiar with by the time that they were all eleven and continuing to stay together as a close-knit group. They saw that more often than not, he would do without food. His parents had neither the money or the generosity to provide it for him as the years went on.Spare Me your Pity4 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Sometimes, it was only once a week when he couldn't find enough spare money to pay for a simple cold slice of pizza, the occasional crumbly peanut-butter sandwich to hold preciously in his orange gloves.
However, as time went on, there was more of it to be seen. His face would seem unmoving beneath his bright orange parka, but they all knew better. They knew his jealously, the way that he stared hungrily at their packed lunches, at the twenty dollar bills that they pulled from their pockets.
His friends knew this all too well, his raven-haired and redheaded companions often sliding him a cookie or something of the s
Insanity's Voice Chp. 6Insanity's Voice Chp. 63 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I stare at the door in front of me. It doesn't look special but I get a bad vibe from it. I wait in front of it for about a minute. I strain my ears to see if I can hear any noises. Just silence. I put my ear on the door to listen more carefully. This time I hear some muffled movements, like feet shuffling on a mat. It's not much but it means I wont be alone in a place I don't know.
I guess old habits die hard, don't they?
Yeah, I guess they do, but it's not my fault. If you didn't make me leave after the funeral I would have been fine.
You would have died. I gave you a home, food and occasionally some money.
I was homeless for a year. I had to beg for food. I was lucky that I was cute enough for people to care. You. Helped. With. Nothing!
I led you to the home you currently live in. I did help!
A nice old lady lived in there. You took over, killed her, and hid the body so that we could live there. Do you find nothing wrong with that?!
Mr. Expert on KissesMr. Expert on KissesMr. Expert on Kisses8 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Like Weiss on Rice
W-Weiss? Nero came up to his brother slowly, tugging on his pant leg to get his attention. Blue eyes looked down at him. Because of his superior height he had to crouch next to him. Weiss didnt have to ask him what the matter was, he said before Nero just needed to tell him and he would answer. Whats a kiss?
This. Without hesitation he kissed his forehead lightly with his lips.
Thats not a kiss! Nero huffed.
Sure it is Weiss laughed, wondering what he was getting so upset about.
But they said something about it being on the lips. He pointed to his own lips to indicate what he had heard.
Who is they? Weiss asked.
No one He said, kicking his foot bashfully.
Well, Mr. Expert on kisses, why dont you show me one? Weiss teased, clo
Let them DieLet them Die1 year ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
The blood's still warm on the floor tonight, but not a body to be seen.
A prison of death and darkness and it looks like I'm the queen.
The wind keeps howling like the evil that's inside. Couldn't keep it in, I hope he know's I tried.
Don't let them in, don't let them see, be the good girl he always expects you to be.
Conceal don't feel, don't let it show! Well now they know!
Let them die! Let them die!
There's no where for them to hide.
Let them die! Let them die!
They should have been on my side!
I don't care if they beg for their life, Let their heart beat stop.
They should have learned not to mess with me.
I can't believe they think that I can be contained.
I am the dark that surrounds them, they will all be maimed.
Its time to see what I can do, to test the limits and break through!
No right, no wrong no rules for me. I'm the queen!
Let them die! Let them die!
They're trapped and they are blind.
Let them die! Let them die!
They will see that I'm not kind!
What it Means to be Human 1What it Means to be HumanWhat it Means to be Human 14 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Disclaimer: I do not own Portal 2, this is only for enjoyment.
That endless horizon, the last dimension, the final frontier... featured in so many movies and tales ranging from horror to comedy, to even a "family" film...
Wheatley would give ANYTHING to stop seeing it now.
How long... how long has it been since that day he first encountered Chell, the woman who had managed to kill GLaDOS, the head of the entire Apeture Science Laboratories? How long had it been since he got a taste of what GLaDOS could do and went mad from the power? It all seemed so far away now. He silently wondered to himself as to how long he had actually been up there, staring at the moon and the earth, regretting that he had betrayed Chell. He had meant to do it... he had meant to help her escape from that awful place, but the power lured him in like a angler's lure and he bit. If only he could have a brief moment to speak with her... to apologize, then maybe things-