Legacy Dragon pg 3
LEGACY pg 3
I woke up, and all I saw was white screen of nothing.
Where am I? Am I dead? Did I go the spirit world? So many questions are running though my mind at this moment.
I then got up and looked around. I then got up and went to get a fresh pair of clothes, I put on my jeans and I then grabbed my shirt. I took of the dirty one and noticed something different about my appearance. I was somehow taller, more muscular, and I have a tattoo!? I twisted my arm around to get a better look at it, it was a dragon. Was this the very same dragon we killed? It certainly looked like the dragon we killed; it even had the injuries from the fight.
"I'm glad you're feeling better" I turned my head to see who it was talking.
"It seems that within 24 hours you got a set of abs" Ammo pointed out. "I'm sure the ladies will love it!"
"Yeah if they like a guy with a Sirius anxiety disorder" I blurted, I hated that about myself, but it's not like I can change that about myself, that easily.
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It was indeed a Dragon. Why was it here I thaught they were instinct.
I couldn't move i was frozen in fear, The dragon was facing in our direction, starring right at me, not Ammo, me. Why me? What was I good for, Im practicly usless without my intuition. All I am is Ammo's addvisor. Maybe Im mistaken, its a beast and beasts dont care who they kill, aslong as they get thier meal, right?
"Sam,what do I do?" he asked in confusion, weve never had training on dragons before, so I understand his confusion.
I stood there confused and shocked. all I could do was backup, I backed up all the way till I reached the edge of the cliff. I couldn't back up any further than where i stood. The dragon kept on starring at me, I was scarred I couldn't move. All I wanted to do right then and there was run and hide. Why did i have to be such a girl. Atleast Ammo could deffend himself, All I have to deffend myself is this dager.
The Dragon rose from where it lay, and took a step forward, and i too
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We are walking towards Mystic forest, where I saw a huge fire. By the time we arrived in Mystic forest, the entire forest was burnt to ashes. Nothing was left, but sadness. All the flowers were gone, and the trees were all destroyed. The liveliness that was once there died with the forest.
Ammo and I walked further into what was left of Mystic forest, finding more of what we saw before, ashes.
"I think we should leave there's nothing here" He said eager to leave
"We need to find out what caused it, and what if there are any survivors that are severely injured? We'd have to save them. We're Ink bloods that's what we do!" Even tho I don't want to be here just as much as him, we have to make sure that it was just an accident.
"You're right. You're always right. Tho I need to know " he was about to finish his sentence when we heard a small voice.
"Please help us, please" It was a small fairy; she was wearing blue perhaps a water fairy
Patient X - III08:27 28th June 20--Patient X - III3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Bernstein hurried quickly along the long narrow corridor with it's windows hanging static like a series of art gallery paintings, all dusty and smeared in decaying blood fingerprints. Bernstein loathed this part of the Asylum. It gave him nightmares every night, since he had to endure walking down it's horrible straightness every single day. The corridor only had one door, and that's was the one belonging to Patient X aka Eliot. Bernstein had no idea who Patient X really was, but he had given Patient X the name Eliot as a means to treat him as more of a human than some form of monster.
Bernstein made a swift turn around the corner into a more spacious plaza. A forum of old tables and worn out plastic blue chairs, bolted deep into the concrete. The cafeteria at this time was eerily quiet. His shift wasn't to start until 11 am, but he had decided to see Eliot earlier than usual. Eliot inter
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"Beep! Beep! Beep!" The alarm clock rang shrilly in the early morning air. An unruly groan left the mouth of the occupant of the room who tried to cover his head and bury deeper into his blankets. But as the beeping continued, the young man sat up in his bed.
"Shit!" he cursed. "I can't be late on my first day!" Bart scrambled to get out of bed, tripping over his blanket that had fallen to the floor in his sleep. He stumbled into the bathroom as he shed his night cloths off, jumping quickly into the shower stall.
After a quick breakfast, Bart grabbed his jacket, slipped into his shoes and left the apartment, triple checking that his door was locked. He walked the distance to the location of his job, and using the key his manager had given him opened up the back door of the small bakery.
When he had gone in for his interview, he had met the manager, the two bakers, and the cashier who he was to replace. The ma
Patient X - II07:56 28th June 20--Patient X - II3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Eliot woke with a start. He had been dreaming, a quaint dream of rowing a one-man boat along a river, with ancient willow branches skimming on it's relaxing waves. He had no idea how his mind had ended up dreaming such a dream, but it was cut short by the wild pattering of raindrops hitting the window as though some far away artillery was firing bullets at him.
He flinched as he wrestled his face away from the cold marble. Over night he must have slumped over on to his side. His back rested against the two opposing door frames. He unfurled himself like a flower and stretched. Again he flinched, but he couldn't for the life of him understand why. It took him a few moments to acclimatise to his surroundings. Even though he had been residing in this box of a room for at least a year or more. His gaze flicked erratically across the room. Making sure everything was where it should be. The walls, once white, were now
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Just for a note. I have no idea where this is going.
A soft groan. The rustle of a heavy blanket falling gracelessly to the floor. Another annoyed groan.
Although the blinds had been pulled down the night before, the brightly shining morning sun still filled the small room with any gap hat it could get though.
Blond spikes stood out sharply from the blood red sheets on the bed as the occupant rolled over onto his back to face the ceiling. He turned his head to the left for a moment to look at the alarm clock on the night stand. With an irritated sign, he pushes himself up onto his elbows, looking around him. Chaos. Complete, unruly Chaos. Boxes everywhere, who knew where anything was.
But this was his new life. No parents. No sisters. No support. And for once No Killer knowing where he was. Bart sat up and moved to get out of his bed, He hadn't realized how much there was to pulling one together until he actually had did it on his own. &
Patient X - IV09:43 28th June 20--Patient X - IV3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Something was wrong. Bernstein did not like this fact at all. It increased the adrenaline rushing through his already shaking body. He had hurriedly left Dora alone retreating back down the corridor to Eliot's room. He knew. In the pit of gut, he knew somehow. As he rushed down the corridor, his gaze locked onto Eliot's door, which was ajar. A look of horrified disbelief came over Bernstein as he grabbed the door knob and swung it open. He looked in. Nothing. No Eliot, except a few bits of his possessions which Eliot must have forgotten to take with him.
"Oh no. God no," exclaimed Bernstein, under his breath as he shut tight Eliot's door. He looked down at the panel which once adorned the label: Patient X, now pathetically scratched out.
Bernstein knew he must control his fear. The sirens still blared out, and he snapped out a swearword or two in irritation. Bernstein stood with th
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15:37 27th June 20--
Sunshine sparkled onto the white edges of a dusty window frame. Underneath sat a man. A lonely, isolated creature who upon first glance would appear to be nothing more than a silhouette of a skeleton. He never moved. Not even an inch. In his boneless lap lay an assortment of items ranging from: a few rusty keys, which he used to gnaw on, as though he were a dog, a thimble, a greying packet of used skins; even though he never smoked, and other bits of rubbish that no one had ever bothered to ask him what they were.
He was asleep, but the sounds of society outside his haven awoke him abruptly. Roars of traffic blared into his ears. He opened his wet eyes bleakly. The crusts lined his eyelids and he yawned. Not a big yawn, but rather a half-hearted attempt at one. A car, he knew it was a car, because he had spent much of his waking hours listening to the different engine sounds. This one had a low murmuring h
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"Psyhco Bob Escapes Again"
Bob squinted as he made out the headline on the paper in the dark light, and when making it out, he chuckled. Freedom. He was free. The tall pale yellow man knew not to mess up this chance, or he would end up back in that hell hole with little chance of escaping again. But what would he do now? At the moment, he was staying in his younger brother Cecil's appartment, brainstorming ways for revenge on every last one of his enemies. If only he knew exactly how to gain his goals...
With a fed up sigh, Bob headed for the room he was sleeping in whie staying with his sibling. After bidding goodnight to Cecil and getting ready for slumber, he lay in bed under the cosy covers, staring up at the ceiling in a puzzled daydream. When his brain was exsausted, he closed his eyes and waited for sleep to wash over him like a wave.
All of a sudden, Bob was looking at a completley red wall. Rotating his head and body for a full view, he realised he was i