You Did This To MeYou Did This To Me
He honestly could not remember if it were a stroke of pure genius or a hyper-caffeinated delusion that brought about this; his breakthrough of breakthroughs. It had been well over a week since the fatal accident in his laboratory basement, but exactly how long it had been since then, he was not quite sure. He had shut himself inside his own home, hardly seen sunlight since Bethany's death, and never answered the phone or watched television. Driven partially insane by his utter failure as a scientist and as a father, he had sworn to himself that he would not rest until something was done to correct his monumental error. He refused to sleep and found his solace in mug upon mug of coffee. He looked bedraggled and disorderly, his face unshaven and his clothes unwashed. His huge and final brainstorm came to him five, no four.... no, five days ago. He had the equipment. He had the technology. And he still had her body, which lay, still fully clothed, on a test bed near to
All I Have Left 1: The VerdictHis palms were sweaty, his aged and crinkled fingers literally shaking from nervousness. He had always despised being criticised in front of others, despite drawing such responses from many people all the time. He was not wearing his favourite outfit, instead resorting to wearing a suit and tie that on the whole felt far too small for him. He was not surrounded by workmates but instead by disheartened individuals who were here with him for a reason. He sat next to a man he hardly knew, pouring over information in his head that he could barely contemplate. He was here for a reason, but would have given anything to get away from it. His own actions landed him here; his and his alone. He was here as an accused, to be punished for his doings. He had done something accidental, yet terrible. All for the need to see someone get better. The desire to watch someone be happy. The lust for a breakthrough that would benefit humankind. The want of a better man. He saw the judge before him, in his pAll I Have Left 1: The Verdict8 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Today Is The DayHis name is Jazzal.Today Is The Day8 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
He's the most amazing boy I know.
We've known each other for only a few months, but it's as though we've been together for years.
He is a Heartless, a sort of magical creature who is supposed to have no mind, no mercy and no morals. He is a rogue. He is hunted.
I want to help him.
I love Jazzal.
I saved his life. He sent me an invitation. He loves me back. He's so nice. I loved his letter.
Jazzal is the most special person to me.
Today is the day of our picnic.
They are the Powerpuff Girls.
They adopted me.
Blossom, Bubbles and Buttercup, they're a great team but like all sisters they don't always get along.
They love me and treat me like their little sister. I think it's great.
I never before felt the love of a full family, but with them I feel right at home.
Blossom, I think, cares about me the most. She's always there for me.
I'm worried that she might get hurt caring about me.
But she is a very brave girl.
They all are.
They are my adopted family.
Today is the d
Ch66: Vexus vs Barasia pt3Vexus gnarled, dropping the friendliness and wanting more duct oil spilt, "Now, child, we play!" her mounted cannons levelled themselves, both aiming at Barasia's shielded face. The girl gulped. What kind of deadly gift would be administered from those two shiny tubes? She didn't want to imagine what they could do before they actually did it, for it was a cold fact of nature that a sense of dreaded anticipation made the experience far worse than it needed to be. She was confident in her shield, confident in the technology TentoRaijin had so lovingly given her as accessories to overthrow the current Cluster regime and replace it with a new monarchy that would restore the civilisation to its rightful place. She had every confidence in her technology. TentoRaijin gave her the best of the best. There was nothing that could scare her so long as she had her shield to protect h-Ch66: Vexus vs Barasia pt38 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
Barasia felt the ground sliding under her shoes and heard the roar of her defensive screens as two reddish-o
Ch91: The Impassable DoorBarasia was silent for a moment, an uncertain expression stuck on what was left of her face that remained hanging on her skull. Her fingers flexed in and out impatiently, her right hand still slightly spazzing as though afflicted with pulses of thought that caused them to move erratically. Barasia was sick of all those questions. All those 'could-have-beens'. She'd chosen her path and Bell had chosen hers. Loneliness was her own consequence. Being inferior was Bell's. Her segmented jaw finally parted in a ghoulish clacking of her steely mandible, words forming from lips that were no longer in any condition to form those sounds as they left her mouth, like a talking skeleton, "I do fear the loneliness... but it won't hold me back!" Barasia announced to her, "I'd soon ignore it, and strive to better myself as the ultimate example of survival and adaptability. And then, when I become the most supreme creation in all the universes, more spectacular and grandiose than the constellations andCh91: The Impassable Door6 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
Ch63: Do Ponies Scream?Work.Ch63: Do Ponies Scream?8 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Rinse, repeat. Such are the aspects of all young school children, with different portions of each depending on their lifestyle. A good bath wiped away the marks and blemishes that such aspects left upon their bodies. Bruises, scratches, sores and dirt. Sweat and tears and stuff that hurt. To take such things away was easy. They always came back; it was unavoidable. Most children allowed it without thinking, and often ended up laughing about it, although some might cry at first. Children - normal children - would go about their lives day to day without a single thought of why they did. They simply enjoyed it as they grew older, but all children go through a stage in their life where nothing is there to worry them, to occupy their every thought with the consequences of possible failure and what a single, critical moment could do to their still-young lives. For most people, these concerns did not arise until they reached their teenage years. School was an avenue
Ch65: Vexus vs Barasia part 2Enraged, incensed, Barasia spun onto her back the moment she heard Vexus' arm strike out again. Her entire body blistered with a thousand aches, pains, sores and stings as the torn synthetic skin sent a universe of agony searing into her positronic brain. But it still didn't compare to what Bell had done. It didn't even come close. She flicked her wrist and snapped it up as blades of darkness rammed their way out of her metal fingers to clash with five spears of red as Vexus' and Barasia's hands interlocked. Barasia blinked in shock. She had failed to even dent those fingers, let alone slash through. What's more, Vexus' own fingers closed around Barasia's tiny hand and lifted her off the floor. Barasia gasped in discomfort, not pain, as Vexus' grip tightened further. The Queen leaned in, determined to expose Barasia to the fact, bent in close to the girl's shocked face. She snarled, clacking her jaws before the girl in a show of dominance.Ch65: Vexus vs Barasia part 28 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
"You are the epitome of inferior." she growled
Lifelines Ch 1: EncounterThe Harvey bridge, spanning Megaville's Acharon Bay, was awash in a blanket of hazy smoke and billowing curtains of reddish-orange fire. What remained of the huge structure, which usually curved across the bay, its two huge pylons sticking upwards into the sky like needles, was a mass of shattered, fractured concrete, steel and plastic which barely kept itself together at the struts. The bridge was over 3 kilometres long, spanning the large bay serenely, offering drivers perfect views. However, there was motoring over the bridge today, the huge roadway instead burning as though a large plane had hit it. Strewn across the ten lanes were the remains of cars, helicopters, tanks and people, incinerated by an unearthly force. The normally peaceful and beautiful Megaville landmark had been reduced to a smouldering pillar of chaos, the smoke rising into the sky as several dozen vehicles burned.Lifelines Ch 1: Encounter9 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
The bridge's support collumns, which rose out of the blue waters below, had not been at all damaged
Ch96: Left BehindBubbles could almost hear Dexter grinding his teeth and ripping his hair out, "Bubbles, I don't understand why, but that gravitonic emission can only be coming from one thing, and it's not meant to be happening yet!"Ch96: Left Behind6 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
Bubbles was getting frantic as well. Dexter's oh-so-serene attitude did not help things one iota, "What are you even TALKING about!?"
"Barasia!" Dexter shouted, impatient and furious at the same time, "It's Barasia... her new body, it's... come online ahead of time. I'm sure we were given at least a few minutes more than this... d-dammit, I gotta pull you out, but-"
"Dexter, please, just do it... I'm..." Blossom shrunk a little within Bubbles' hold, "I'm getting scared..."
"Alright, I'm getting locks onto you... You're gonna make it home, Blossom, I promise. You're gonna come home, we'll all have some rest, and I can sleep over at your house, just like you wanted..." If Dexter's blushes made a noise, Bubbles was certain she'd be going deaf. "Just let me try... a
Ch78: SeparatedHow long had it been now? Buttercup had no idea, and hadn't thought to bring a watch with her. She was at least glad that she had gotten out of that filthy maintenance duct which, given that no crew was here to clean it, had been lined with all sorts of gunk and grime from when it had been previously used aboard a fully crewed ship. She knew it not to be a sewerage passage, god forbid, but it was certainly the catchment for some sort of stuff that solidified into the semitransparent black gel that had been so hard to clean off her fingers. It was that gel that stunk. Probably waste from the engines or the ventilation or something. This was a ship from the future. How was she supposed to know how everything worked and what everything was and how to explain it? It had been a tight fit and poorly lit at that, and at one stage she had flown too close to the ceiling of the narrow vent and smeared that disgusting stuff all down her back. Bubbles had helped clean it off but a dark stain was sCh78: Separated7 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
Sister, I Still Love YouSister, I Still Love YouSister, I Still Love You8 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
I always wonder how it came to this.
I always think to myself of the infinite number of ways in which things could have been different.
I always dream of how... in a different way... in a different time... maybe in a different reality, we could have been friends. Sisters. Like we were supposed to be.
But now I travel the final path toward the culmination, a fight that will only end when one of us lies dead. Will it be the fulfillment of your supposed mission? Or will it be the end of my personal hell?
Why did you have to become like this? Why did you not work for Daddy? Why couldn't you be the perfect child he wanted, instead of messing up? Why did I have to be born in your place; a place of such agony? Why did he make your hair the colour of ash, your eyes the colour of glassy obsidian and your dress as dark as midnight? Why did he keep your existence a secret? Why didn't he tell me I had an older sister? One that died before she could even sta
Ch94: Death of a Raven"...on my signal." Barasia concluded her instructions, staring at what she was about to become. A maniacal grin was upon her face. Soon... so very soon, it would happen. She ignored the heated orange glows outside the viewports and she disregarded the stream of plasma venting in from the ruptured piping above. She'd leave all of this behind. A new journey, she was about to embark upon.Ch94: Death of a Raven6 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
There was a chime from the computer. "Acknowledged." a split second later, a second chime, "Warning: premature activation may result in the temporary loss of functionality in new unit. Do you wish to proceed?"
Barasia spotted a strange, glowing reflection on the battered casing of the holding alcove. It was coming from behind her. It was coming from Bell. She grit her teeth and whirled, shouting, "YES!"
The computer responded, "Acknowledged. Beginning immediate emergency activation. Gravitonic matrix initialising. Preparing for holding unit release."
Barasia grinned as best she could, staring down Bell e
Ch99: ClosureHe perched himself upon the cold rocks, his slender and shadowy wings outstretched seemingly for balance but truly because he wanted to feel more protected than he presently did in this foreign realm which he had heard so much about but never had the chance to visit. Upon his maya-blue skin reflected the ripples of the many strange and peculiar pools that dotted the mostly flat landscape before him. He crouched upon the rocky outcropping overlooking the point where the pools channelled into a single large lake in the middle of his vision, its dark and clouded waters stretching on almost to the horizon where the water met the brownish-red skies above. He felt himself shiver, and not because of his body's reaction to his unco-ordinated realmshift. It was cold here... almost pleasantly cold. He'd spent so long running from people, feeling the fires of stinging energy being cast at him, burning his skin and giving him no chance of rest. To come here was to escape that fury and madness. ToCh99: Closure6 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
Ch8: The Darkstar CouncilCommander Destruction was annoyed. Lately, he had grown used to such a feeling; a feeling of sadness, mixed with frustration and boredom. He wished that someone would rip out his emotion chip. His large, purple, spiky body, which was an upgrade of a Cluster TX-8900 Macebot, sat at one end of a large metal table, with many chairs and lots of leg room. The large chamber he resided in had been mostly vacant over the past few weeks. He grew steadily tired, and wished all the time for his old comrades to return. Montray, Nool, Sammy and Kuwagas... all were gone. Dead, thanks to the girl who had become Vexus's new lapdog.Ch8: The Darkstar Council8 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Destruction growled, "Ugh..." he was very much disgusted. His face was buried in his giant hands. Life as an elite soldier for the Cluster seemed almost pointless right now, because of that stupid little brat, her mindless, annoying boyfriend Bulldog, and that giant monstrousity Gigan. Not to mention the two giant spaceships that she had acquired, most of the Cluster's main
Ch6: Love and Evening NewsJazzal held Breannin tightly, the little girl's eyes half-open due to obvious sleepiness. She loved Jazzal. He was so comfortable. The lack of light set the scene even more. Breannin doubted that Jazzal would mind her dozing off right here. Jazzal brought his hand to Breannin's face and gently brushed the long bunch of sky-blue hair out of the way of her eyes. She smiled and Jazzal felt all warm inside. Her sapphire eyes were shiny, almost glassy, and for some reason Jazzal didn't want them to close. He missed those orbs of adorable blue even when she blinked.Ch6: Love and Evening News8 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
"I still think letting Barasia go was a bad idea." Jazzal noted.
Breannin blinked, her eyes never quite opening fully. Again, Jazzal wished those gorgeous eyes never closed, "She knows I have you, Jazzal. Alone, I was weak. But... when I'm with you... I feel a kind of strength I never knew I had."
Jazzal stroked the girl's hair, "Am I the only person who gives you that strength?"
Breannin lowered her gaze to around the base of hi
Ch81: BreanninBell took her eyes off Blossom and glanced into the observation deck known as 'The Pavilion'. Almost right away she noticed one theme present in this room that had been the case for almost every other: There was barely anything left. Every bit of furnishing, ever chair, table and implement stripped away. According to the schematics, this was a sort of function and recreation area that was open for use by all crew members when the main weapon was not in use. The two girls slowly stepped inside, again surrounded by the dank emptiness that seemed so depressingly common. She had seen information about the interior, pre-takeover, of these 'Liberty' ships from what she downloaded off Barasia. They were decked out in royal colours like blue and red with gold trimmings, ornaments, statues and in a place like this there'd normally be music, gatherings and a minibar in the rear right-hand corner. Everything was...gone! Empty! Barasia had gutted the ship entirely, turning it into nothing but a skCh81: Breannin7 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
Ch83: Raven's AmbitionBlossom's hands were covering her mouth, her face paling several shades. She had never seen a counterattack like that before. She was surprised Bell's head had even managed to maintain its present shape, "Oh, no.... B-Bell!"Ch83: Raven's Ambition7 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
"She's known you far too long, Blossom. Now she's fighting like you do. She's just lucky she's not made of spongy flesh or brittle bones, because if I did that to you or any other organic, I'd cave your skull in." She walked forward slowly, gingerly, leaving Bell where she had fallen, "Just one look and I can see you're afraid, Blossom. Afraid to even look at me. Like I disgust you. Knowing what you stand for and what I've done in the past, I'm not surprised. But there's something about that stare you give me... especially when you were looking into my eyes earlier... something deeper than that.... I can see that it's fear. But fear of what? Fear of death? You never know when I could kill you... Fear of pain? You don't know just how much the next hit is going to hu
Ch3: The Heartless BoyEven the crickets were silent. The sun was now nothing more than a faint glow on the horizon, the clouds blanketing the sky turning a warm orange with the sunset. As she stepped out of the Utonium household, Breannin noticed the beauty in the sky ahead, and she immediately shot up to the roof to get a good look. The colours merged to form ripples and tones and shapes in the mass of wispy vapour. So beautiful and serene... she wondered why ANYONE would want to destroy such a beautiful planet and turn such views into nothing but memories.Ch3: The Heartless Boy8 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
In the darkness her dress and eyes turned black, something she quite hated about her special colour. Her colour was navy blue, which was difficult to tell apart from black even in daylight. But darken her hair, make it shorter and turn the stripe on her dress from black to silver, and she would be a dead-ringer of the girl who forever changed her life. She knew, deep down, that it was not Barasia's own doing that made her who she was. But what she had b
Ch90: Inner FaceBarasia was stunned. She stood there, staring with wide dark eyes, as though her body had just shut off and her limbs had locked into place. Bell, searing, tried to restrain her urge to tear Barasia to pieces on the spot. There was still a good forty paces or so between them. One of her eyelids twitched as though she had just heard something particularly disturbing. Bell had no objection to Barasia striking first. If she did something stupid, then Bell would use that to her advantage. But then Barasia did something unexpected. Something that Bell did not anticipate in the slightest. She threw her head back and laughed. A seemingly genuine, wholehearted laugh. Bell blinked in surprise, her eyes fading back to white again. Barasia seemed happy. Jovial. Was it something in Bell's tone that had set it off? Finally Barasia stopped, folding her arms, grinning again, "Bell, you're all talk, too! That's what you and Breannin had in common: you were always trying to tell me that what I wanted tCh90: Inner Face6 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
Ch92: Wrong DestinyBell spotted the slab of metal on the floor which she had used to obliterate Barasia's nullify blaster. She bit her lower lip, which tasted strangely salty from the blood that had dripped onto it. Blossom had just made a brave and defiant declaration, right to Barasia's face. She knew that Barasia would not have wanted to hear those words, because that meant that any chance of prolonged funtime in which the victim was brutalised but nonetheless kept alive was over. Barasia had just lost her toy. She had to kill her now. Just like it had been with Breannin, all it took were a few words to sign a death warrant that could be executed within seconds. Bell noticed that Bubbles had disappeared from the doorway, probably summoned by Dexter due to the amount of chatter she could hear going through her comm chip which she paid no attention to. That was probably for the best. Blossom's condition was terrible as it was, and Bubbles probably couldn't stomach witnessing that condition grow any worsCh92: Wrong Destiny6 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
Ch 9: Vendettas and LossesMontray and the remainder of the Council watched from a short distance. He chuckled, "That Barasia certainly knows how to stir trouble, eh? She'd make a good member."Ch 9: Vendettas and Losses9 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Destruction shrugged, "I suppose, but I must warn you, she's not one to be messed with. You can tell, can you not?"
Samantha's eyes narrowed. They were using their latest weapon against little Bell, and she felt bitter towards them for that. Perhaps she didn't share their innate sense of insanity. But she felt as though it was wrong. She quietly separated herself from the rest of the Council.
Nool grinned, "I reckon a few more upgrades and she'll be unstoppable!"
Hassamu hissed, "We'll see. The outcome of this fight will determine both Barasia's future, and possibly ours."
Montray grinned, "I like those odds."
Bell let out a feral cry and lunged at her 'sister', slamming into her, their speed cancelling each other out. Immediately they broke into a flurry of fisticuffs, kicks and blocks. X couldn't keep track as the two g
Ch77: Boarding CallBarasia blinked, "They're aboard..." she glanced sidewards, out toward the glowing viewports that depicted the pristine planet beyond. Barasia had not moved in the slightest since her arrival. She didn't need or have to. The Earth spun through night-time and went about its own business as Barasia hid her ship from view by its masking field. She had activated the exterior proximity defence turret and blown a satellite to pieces as it had come between her and the path of the girls. That would have scared but not killed them. A demoralised enemy was quicker to defeat. But she was not done chipping down their mental defences yet. She sent a thought to the computer and it responded a moment later with a mere buzz. Barasia smirked. That was all she needed to know.Ch77: Boarding Call7 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
The body in front of her, with its flowing onyx hair, seemed more beautiful every hour. To use a term she picked up from observing Earth cult shows from oriental nations, the body was very 'moe-provoking'. Soon she would be one wit
Ch33: Refusal"It's nothing much, really... I just thought you'd like to try it on so I know whether to make any changes. I managed to recover some of the tags from your clothes after they were... um... devoured.... so hopefully I have your size right." Dexter told Blossom as they descended the stairway into his underground lab beneath the school. Blossom had been very quiet today. She had barely said a word to anyone, including Ms Meryl, and she would only speak to him, it seemed. Although, the cause of her silence was still a secret to him. "Although, I have to admit..." he muttered, carrying a book by Professor Maximillian Quintaine on a thesis of genetics under his arm, "You have grown a bit since you first joined here. Every few months there's something a little different that I notice about you."Ch33: Refusal8 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Blossom smiled a little, her cheeks going slightly redder. But she still said nothing. Dexter would ask why, but he was afraid that there was a good reason and that he'd look stupid for trying to butt
Ch80: Sugar and Strawberries"Hey, you never quite told me," Blossom murmured, not needing to speak very loud as her voice echoed off every polished surface around her, "why your father captured Mojo Jojo." She had been surprised to hear, a couple of days ago during a routine scare in which the simian supergenius had been brought up as a possible culprit, that he had actually been enlisted (by the throat) into Bell's late father's plans of conquest; plans which quite clearly never saw the light of day as he had intended. It certainly did explain why he had not been active as of late, but for some reason, Blossom didn't think it was a good idea for one evil genius to conspire with another, even if it meant a temporary break in their crime levels. She'd much rather be taking on one of Mojo's many brilliant yet ultimately-flawed schemes right now, and the only way she would ever see the inside of one of HIS many war machines was when she was drilling her way through it. Unfortunately the same could not be done for DoCh80: Sugar and Strawberries7 years ago in Fantasy More Like This