Chapter 1: The Red Dragon
The night is cool and dark. Most people are tucked into their beds for the night, resting up for the day ahead of them. However, tonight someone won't be going to bed peacefully. They won't wake up to tomorrow’s light and it will be my fault as it has been many times now. I realize that and yet, what other choice do I have?
"Don't move," I say firmly, quietly. My gun is pointed toward the man and clicks as I pull the hammer back with my thumb. The feeling of it is all too familiar.
"Please don't! I-I can pay you! Whatever you want!" the man pleads, his knees hitting the floor. His eyes are wide and his hands are up in surrender.
I grip the cold black steel in my hand tighter. I know I have to do this. It's the only way. The moonlight hits my face as I take a step closer. The man’s breath becomes shallow and his hands fall in defeat. He stares at my eyes, the color of blood.
"You—you’re him…The R
Put it on: 1Chapter 1Put it on: 13 years ago in Drama More Like This
“Put on the suit..” Steve said for the 4th time as if it was going to make me want to, but in truth hearing him say it so many times was starting to seriously piss me off even if I kept a calm front. I opened his mouth as to lay out a reply when my words were interrupted, cut off, by a crash and a rumbling that shook the whole ship causing me and Steve to stumble, we would have fallen to our knees if we were not forced to hold on to each other. Captain America and I looked at each other, not even for a second before he repeated, “Put on the suit.” with more urgency this time that it left me no room for argument.
We both rushed down the hall and when I felt myself stumble he made a point a point to catch me. I noticed that sometimes his hold lasted slightly longer then necessary, but I found no reason, nor time, to think odd of it, though I may come to question those lingering touches later
This man.. what is it about him? Maybe it’s
Nine LivesI. He was a babe, mewling raw into the world. His surroundings were so bright he had to screw his eyes shut. She hovered over him, protective and apprehensive and fiercely happy at the same time.Nine Lives6 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Good morning," she said. The sunlight streamed brightly into the room, but he opened his eyes and looked at her thick blond hair spilling over his chest and felt her bare legs sliding next to his under the crumpled blankets, and he saw that she was brighter still.
"Good morning," he said, leaning over to kiss her pretty mouth. He could feel her lips smiling against his, and she held his hand even as he climbed out of bed to head to the shower.
She said, "You were muttering in your sleep."
He said, "Oh, I was just dreaming about my past lives."
II. He was a refugee, hiding inside a box that was his only defense against the rain falling down in sheets. He curled into a ball to keep himself warm, and watched legs go by, uncaring.
As they walked to school, it began t
ScribeNothing was, for nothing was written. Beings came and went, yet lived not, and nothing was anything, for names could not stick to the fabric of history. At first, all who existed were content with the transient nature of their lives, but soon there came a time when the desire to remain, to endure, burned bright within the hearts of all creatures. While they lived their temporary lives and searched for a way to weave them permanently into the tapestry of the world, the gods and goddesses responsible for that world watched them closely. Closely, that is, unless necessity turned their focus to each other.Scribe3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"You are certain of this?" Ra clicked his beak in agitation, and he gripped the arms of his throne to keep from raking his fingers through his plumage. He fixed his golden eyes on the dark muzzle of his messenger.
"I am," came the curt reply of Anubis. His voice never wavered, but the way his ears lay flat against his narrow skull betrayed his unease. Ra made note of it with
The Chase: Chapter 1The Chase: Chapter 13 years ago in Sci-Fi More Like This
Nightmares and Reality
“You learned to run from what you feel, and that's why you have nightmares. To deny is to invite madness. To accept is to control.” ~Megan Chance, The Spiritualist
He was running again. Blurs of brown and orange fly past, as uneven footfalls desperately try to maneuver their way over fallen wood and roots. His breath comes out in fierce puffs, painfully scrapping its way through his exhausted lungs; his veins were now harboring pure adrenaline.
He could hear the pounding of his own frantic heartbeat banging around in his skull, uneven and flustered. How long had it been? A few minutes? Hours? Days? He couldn't tell; all that he knew was that if he stopped, he would cease to be. Behind he could hear the guttural sounds of the beast, the monster that plagued his very existence, his very being.
He was closer now, than he was only a few moments ago. Where had this new burst of energy come from? He continu
ShatteredI Walk The Lonely Streets Everyday,Shattered3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Trying To Understand,
What Has Happened As Of Late.
In The Past Few Weeks,
I've Had My Heart Stained,
On Day One,
Of Week One,
I Had Set My Eyes On A Path.
A Path To Make You Happy,
A Path In Which,
He Had Never,
And Would Never,
Take You On.
And By Doing Everything In My Power,
I Rescued Your heart,
Slashed His In Two,
And Stained Mine,
From The Actions I Thought,
I Would Never Ccommit.
And Still To This Day,
I've Been Walking In The Rain,
Cleansing My Heart.
And Like He Should Have,
I Treated You With Respect,
And Above All Else,
I Shared With You My Treasures,
And You Soon Became One Of Mine.
You Shined While Wearing But A Few,
And It Made Me Feel,
Like The Luckiest Man In The World.
No, The Universe.
And When I Reflect Back On Those Moments,
Walking Past All The Stores We Shopped At,
I Would Snicker, Chuckle,
I'd Think Of Last Night...
You Threw All
Not A WeaknessIt had been a week since Peter Parker had been found on the doorstep of the S.H.I.E.L.D headquarters, bundled up in a blanket and sleeping soundly. He must have been left there sometime during the night, but why, or by whom, was quite unknown - only a small note, tucked up within the baby’s tiny first, offered any kind of explanation to his abandonment. ‘Peter Parker. This boy is special – please look after him’ was all that it read. Immediately after he was determined not to be a threat, the baby boy had been taken in, and on Director Fury’s orders, had be placed under the care of the S.H.I.E.L.D agents who were to raise him as one of their own…Not A Weakness3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
“I’ve had enough!”
The door to the nursery slammed open, the impact nearly tearing the wood from its hinges as it struck back against the wall. Clint Barton caught it just as it began to swing back, holding it open just long enough for a red-haired woman to storm out, before closi
You Came BackIt wasn’t often that Dean Winchester, renowned demon slayer, was caught off guard – all of his life, he had been brought up to expect the unexpected, face evils which had never before been crossed. He had carried out supernatural rituals, battled thousands of demons and killed countless foes - he’d even been to Hell and back, and yet he’d never once let his guard down. Not until now.You Came Back3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
It was October 2nd, and though he had tried to forget it, Dean could not rid his mind of the terrible memories which haunted this day. It had been exactly a year since they had lost Castiel, and not a single moment had gone by where they did not miss the guardian angel who they had come to see as one of their own. Dean had been hit particularly hard by Castiel’s death, it seemed, and on this night, had resorted to the intoxicating taste of cheap alcohol to numb his mind, and help him forget. But that was not the only thing it made him forget... staggering along the dimly-
Romancing a Bodysnatcher"Mr. Atkinson."Romancing a Bodysnatcher3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Leon's eyes darted away from the auburn hair that swayed gently as her green eyes met his. He instead focused his attention on his aging professor who stood at his computer, angrily pointing at the projection of microscopic molecules on the wall. Professor Kennedy had noticed Leon's attention span waning ever since Kat the TA stepped into the room.
"Mr. Atkinson, could you please provide me with the scientific definition of cell division that we have just discussed."
Rupert Kennedy's wrinkled face smirked as if he were pleased with his capture of an inattentive student. Leon smiled, refusing to be outdone in the presence of an auburn hottie.
"What other one is there?"
"Excuse me?" Professor Kennedy demanded as he lowered his arm questioningly.
"You asked for the scientific definition. Is there an unscientific one?" The class chuckled amongst themselves, glad for a moment of entertainment however poor the joke was. Kat's smile glittered across the room and reached
Avengers-Say Wha: Ch. 1 Sum: When Steve Rogers plane went down Peggy didn't know she was pregnant. 2012 Steve finds out he had a son-what will this do to Tony and his relationship?Avengers-Say Wha: Ch. 13 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Title: Say wha?
Warnings: Stony fans (AKA: Tony/Steve) read with caution.
The morning sun rose and with it more then half the Avengers, one still in bed, as normal Stark was always a late in sleeper; but it wasn't like anyone really cared as long as he was sleeping.
It had been a year since the Avengers moved in, and all were grateful for the company they had found in each other. Everyone had less nightmares, less restlessness in the day, and a feeling of peace.
Missions happened still. They were called more often then any of them would like to admit, but none of them
InterventionHe let himself in through an unlocked window, following a cool breeze and far-away barking dogs. The window squeaked a bit as he eased it open, fractured moonlight scattering across a dark tableau of shadows.Intervention3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
The floor creaked beneath his boots as he stood, surveying the scene. There she was: the girl he'd come to see. Seated at her desk, head down, backlit by the gentle blue cast of an open laptop. It was so peaceful, but he'd been summoned because of recent violence done here. He sniffed experimentally: blood, cordite, something else ah, honeysuckle. He liked that smell. Despite himself he smiled a little as he eased closer for a look.
Her name was April. He'd known that before he'd come. Some of her personal details were tickling his memory even now, but he preferred a more hands-on approach like, the laptop. He eased it from its place on the desk, disconnecting
Life after LifeFrom where I am today, to where I was has changed dramatically, the places I've been, people I've met, and the experiences I have dealt with; even thinking about it can send my mind into a thousand thoughts. If you're thinking, "Has she won the lottery?" then you are wrong. Maybe, " Traveled the world?" or "Been to Jail?"Then you are also incorrect. Winning the lottery would be a dream, but considering what I have today I couldn't trade that for money, for travelling, anything. Before, I was a pregnant teenager confused and scared over the events that were about to happen, although I wasn't alone. I was devoted to a boyfriend with a lost soul who began to find his feet on the ground before it was too late. He was able to live the life he dreamed before it was ended and I had become a homeless wreck. Desperate for money, a roof over my head. Now, I am a proud woman, holding my head high to society because I can. I am a mother to three beautiful irreplaceable children and a suLife after Life3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Thinking of You Part 1Thinking of You Part 13 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
A cool summer day, brisk July evening. Everyone was giddy and excited for the upcoming Fourth of July Firework show. Even with the war still raging on, most of the men gone and the women hard at work, there were a few that were still there helping out best at home. But months ago before summer had even begun, there was a boy named Steven, a what used to be lanky, small blonde who had changed over the course of rigorous training and some experimental drugs that were runned by the highest of the high. At the time it was the dawn of a era known as Tony Stark's time to shin, though Steve and the infamous Stark had little to no contact, he did see him working along side Abraham Erskine, the German doctor who had worked somewhat with the previous Stark before his untimely death. Steve met that man only once, and had liked him but sad as it was he had been taken from the world too soon so his son stepped in. A sophisticated looking man from the clothing he wore, but from his manners- or there
The NightingaleThe stench in the crowded bar was unbearable, a mix between liquor, sweat and cheap cigarettes yet that didn't stop her from walking inside, as a whiff of something else filled her nose. A strong dazzling scent, that almost made her lose her usual sternness and run after it like a mad beast.The Nightingale2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
She walked inside, stirring a few whistles and lustful stares between the men, and even some women, but all of them didn't interest her as she advanced steadily towards a man at the end of the bar. He was less than average if she had to categorize him, a little bit on the chubby side and he was already through his fifth bottle of beer for the night.
She sat down a couple tables away, giving him another good glance. He was short, probably in his late thirties, dressed in a pair of worn out brown pants, a matching brown jacket and a white shirt that had some stains. A look of disgust filled her face at that, but she shook it off and grumbled to herself lightly.
"My nose will be the death of me
Assassin's Creed: Reminiscence [Chapter 1]CHAPTER ONE: First EncounterAssassin's Creed: Reminiscence [Chapter 1]4 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Joan was lost. She knew she shouldn't have taken a short-cut. But she had and now she was trapped in the middle of some unnamed desert, looking ridiculously travel-worn and worried. She had written to the Master a week ago and he had written back to her giving her directions to where she should meet him. But the directions were so twisted and wounded that she couldn't have remembered them by heart so she had written them down. But there were so many cuts and corners she could skip or so she thought. And skip those cuts and corners she did, and this is where she had ended up.
Lost. Worried. Hungry. Tired. And, most of all, dreading the unknown.
She also felt very lonely. The only company she had, after all, was her donkey who carried all her necessary belongings. She wasn't used to travelling to new destinations alone. She usually went with her mother or her father or her siblings. But this was different. She wasn't with them anymore and she di
Surprises, Surprises Part 1 TonyXLokiSurprises, Surprises Part 1 TonyXLoki4 years ago in Romance More Like This
"Jarvis, check the comp stats on the Mark 9, I have some ideas I want to fool around with before the party."
"Very well sir, shall I set up the- sir? I'm receiving a transmission message from Mr. Nick Fury, shall I put him through?"
Tony sighed turning away from his scientific holo-screen, " Why not, not like I have a option when he call anyways.."
" Stark, we have a problem."
" Does S.H.I.E.L.D. ever not have any problems? And who gave you my number?"
"It's Asgard related, thought you might want to take a look at it before I talked to Dr. Banner..."
" Oh him? He's always interested in jobs and assignments, he's especially helpful as long as he doesn't get too frustrated."
Tony had just finished his home/office repairs and was reopening Stark Tower with a bang. Since it was party at his tower it was public, and it was expected that Thor attend, along with the rest of the Avengers.
It would be the first time since they all gathered together since
1. AwakeI have been awake for eleven months. I haven't slept since he went away.1. Awake4 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
I rest, certainly - I just don't truly sleep. Sometimes, when I lie in bed at night, thinking of him, I imagine that I have gone to sleep and am dreaming. But then I look at the clock, and realize that no more than a few minutes have passed. I could only ever sleep when he held me, and I fear that I will never sleep again.
The trouble started when we went to war. I had been the ideal soldier, before all that started. I was built, smart, religious to a fault, and head-over-heels in love with my country. Perhaps most fortunate of all, though, I could sleep. I'm still strong, and I don't believe that the war made me any stupider; but I have lost faith in my country. I have lost faith in God. I have lost the ability to sleep.
I lost a lot of other things during those years as a Green Beret. Namely, my virginity. And my family. I lost an eye, although I can't say that I ever needed more than one. But more painful than
The Fallen Star: Chapter 1ONEThe Fallen Star: Chapter 13 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The faint glow of the moon and of the stars shone over the Woodlands of Liaport. Shadows crept between the huddling trees that rose and fell with the rugged land; small clifftops, rising crests and sunken valleys were remnants of the Valkar Mountains many leagues to the north.
Darkness shrouded the damp, soil floor, giving the shrieks and howls of lurking creatures full reign over the otherwise silent night. The never-ending fight for survival battled on through the woodland groves and raging rapids of the River Owk. Liaport was ancient. And so were the animals that lived there.
The already freezing wind sent a sudden chill through the wood. Unseen hands ravaged treetops and snatched away the withering leaves of the toughest of trees. The Triali season, the coldest season of the year, was quickly approaching and it wouldn’t be long before the forest was buried beneath a deep layer of ice and snow.
One tree, however, blossomed in the depths of the woodlands and was thri
I like you...Kagome sighed and sniffed softly. Inuyasha had once again run off to be with his undead lover. Though Kagome did not exactly love him anymore, she was still hurt by the fact he would leave his 'friends' unprotected to be with some undead girl.I like you...3 years ago in Romance More Like This
"Stupid, Inuyasha!" Kagome cursed him, plopping down on the edge of a cliff, dropping her quiver and bow as well. "Why can't he just...! Ugh!" she punched the ground angrily, wincing as she scraped her knuckles on the rocky surface.
Kagome gently blew on her hand trying to ease the slight tingle of pain there and sighed. She allowed herself to fall backwards on the hard ground.
"Why can't he see she's betraying him with Naraku..?" she whispered sadly to herself.
"Because he is a fool."
Kagome screamed and jumped to her feet, grabbing her bow and an arrow while she was at it. But, knowing her luck, she tripped as well and gasped as her eyes slid closed in fear; she was waiting for the pain from falling off a cliff. Instead a hand wrapped around he
MisdemeanorSome call it discrimination. Some call it an invasion of privacy. Some call it justice. Forty years ago, when they started tagging us, there was a lot of talk about it. There were petitions and peaceful demonstrations, and riots and uprisings in some places. There were lawyers fighting on both sides and politicians kissing baby cheeks right and left – ours and theirs – while trying to figure out which side would bring them more votes. In the end it was decided the tags would stay on, but inactive. This way they don't know where we are until we use our powers. They're tuned in on our brainwaves somehow and when we use whatever gifts evolution has given us, the alarm goes off. Then it can only be turned off when we're at the police station for questioning. I suppose it could be worse: they were thinking of killing us off at some point. But it still doesn't feel right to know it's illegal to use your full potential.Misdemeanor3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
All the law-making happened before I was born, so it didn't f
How Did That Happen?by LJHow Did That Happen?2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
We waited awake for our toys to come to life. There was a big moon over the Little Forest, the split tree where our toys played when they woke up. A big moon meant they'd be more likely to play in the tree. Our toys played there on bright nights.
They swung on branches and tumbled down and laughed. They even danced.
My sister and me had both seen them play there before. We'd wake up at the same time. We'd quietly pull up the blackout curtains our Mom and Dad put over our windows. Just like magic, there'd be our toys, every one of them, playing in the Little Forest. It was a wonderful sight and I was so glad my sister always saw them, too!
"Look, it's so bright! It's pure magic tonight," my sister said.
"I can feel it," I said. "It's like light in my head - it's like the moonlight."
And then we were silent, knowing that if we showed too much of us, our toys might put themselves away. I always looked at the toy box when we saw to