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A Prince's best friend
Chapter 9: In which there's falling out, coming down and making up
It was late and his front was soaked when he came back home. Percival (probably on Arthur's orders) had insisted on 'escorting' him all the way Merlin was terribly annoyed and angry with Arthur still, and therefore a bit annoyed with Percival though the knight was only following the commands of said prince. In fact the gesture was rather sweet.
But it also meant he couldn't take a detour, go somewhere private and use his magic for awhile to take out his frustration, nor could he free his (by now extremely twitchy) ears and tail. He settled to kicking a stray small rock down the corridor, grumbling about stubborn bigheaded dollopheads. The knight lingered by the physician's door. Merlin wondered if he planned to sleep out there on the stone floor, if Arthur had ordered it. Stupid princely orders. Stupid prats.
Gaius wasn't, for once, buried to the nose in an old script or stran
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Author's note: I struggled with this chapter, especially the first scene, so I'm still not a hundred percent pleased with it. I've got the following one-two chapters planned out quite thoroughly, so I hope to be able to update and finish this story soon. (Oh, and readers of 'A Prince's best friend': I'm working on it, I swear.)
Long Live the King 
"They will reach us by mid-day in tomorrow. Another patrol just returned," Sir Leon says, distressed. He is standing before the prince in the hall, several others waiting around them. Knights, soldiers, ordinary guards, council members, a few servants who aren't busy elsewhere. The prince has held a short, straight-forward speech he's never been one for riddles and drawn-out monologues about the situation. He's quickly assessed the situation.
Merlin stands somewhere behind him: Arthur can sense him, but still not see him.
"Are we sure of their numbers?"
"The scouts report up to seven thousand, milord. They'
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Gwaine Sees It
It all starts with the egg.
It's but a mention, a short whisper, but suddenly, the whole of Camelot is on edge and awaiting their new young King's decision. Will he even make one regarding the egg? Will he attempt to find it or ignore its existence? Have it destroyed?
Gwaine is not a stupid man. Thus, he knows to back off when Arthur and his manservant have one of their arguments or lovers' tiff which Gwaine usually calls them but he's glared down violently then. (If glares could leave bruises, the knight would by now be little more than a black and blue pulp).
Arthur has been quite sensitive all since his father's demise, but still, he's not shown the same kind of hatred towards magic as his father. No desire to behead at first sight. This, Gwaine takes as a good sign. A very good sign. Having grown up mostly travelling from town to town, often without plans of what to do or why, he's seen a lot of things including magic. Both
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A Prince's best friend
Chapter 6: In which the prince in shining armour rescues his princess, err, servant
The forest had darkened and it was difficult to discern what lay within the shadows in front of him.
He found a speck of light just a few hundred meters from the city gates: close enough to run back to Camelot within a couple of minutes if he had to, but too far away to be seen or heard by the guards. Guards which were probably a bit unfocused, as he'd managed to sneak past them with such ease. (He'd have to work on the city security, definitely.)
It wasn't his first concern though. Merlin was in danger: he had to get to him quick. The ransom note he and Gwen had found directed him to a small clearing nearby a stream. He took a moment to survey the situation before stepping into the clearing. The captors had gathered around a torch three men, as far as he could see - and were muttering quietly amongst themselves. Their clothes were dark and dirty, faces covered and h
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The People Knows It
Little can rattle the inhabitants of Camelot anymore. They've had their fair share of sorcerers both good and bad, of magical creatures of all shapes and sizes, of rampant kings, angry druids, peaceful druids, stuck-up princes and wrestling with wyverns.
Over the years, they have seen the initially arrogant, selfish and overall unpleasant prince turn into a strong warrior, a man firm in his belief of his people's worth and a just regent. When he finally becomes King, cheers echoes through the streets.
Lately though, the streets have been tense and silent. The King might not be aware of just how far and deep he affects his city. When his mood drops it's like a dark sheet abruptly falls over the city, chokingly.
"One of their tiffs, huh?" asks Gregory the guard when exchanging shifts with another. The other man nods. "Yeah. I could hear them yelling and jabbering like old wives."
Gregory sighs. Last time had been awful. The King had walked about
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Merlin/Arthur pre-slash. Follows Coversations with a dragon 1: On princes, destinies and idiots. Originally uploaded at www(dot)fanfiction(dot)net. Time for more silliness and some oblivious/innocent!Merlin and smug!SlashDragon (and obvious!Arthur somewhere in the background). Warnings: unbetaed, slash, AU. Some spoilers/references to season 1, episode 11 (I think it's that ep, anyway). See description below for full info and link to part one.
Conversations with a dragon:
On warlocks, destinies and prats
"I think Arthur's been enchanted."
Large yellow eyes regarded him closely. "And what makes you believe that?"
"Well," Merlin said, gesturing with his free hand, "he's been acting odd like he's been hit on his head; he's too nice. I took him to the physician to be examined but he's got no head injury, and Gaius says he's not ill either; he's got no fever or anything. He has defied his father more than twice in two days to spend time with me (
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A Prince's best friend
Chapter 8: In which Gareth makes his first move (or maybe second - or really, it might be the third if we take everything into account)
Merlin looked up from work when there was a knock on the door. He kept, just in case, a neckerchief on to hide his ears like Arthur had suggested, but it was so uncomfortable to hide both them and the tail, beneath his tunic, all the time. Once behind closed doors he released the tail again, subconsciously it twitched a little as he worked. Startled at the sound of knuckles rapping against wood, he turned around still holding the bedding he was about to change.
She stepped inside, smiling kindly. She wore a very beautiful, silvery dress and matching earrings. It was strange seeing her from this angle when he had spent over two days just being a little over a foot tall and looking up at everyone. Beside her was Gwen, whom he hadn't seen in days, she smiled widely at seeing him.
"Merlin! How are you? A
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originally uploaded at FF.net 13/10 2010.
Category: Merlin BBC
Warnings: angst, some violence; AU/what if-story
Setting: Change of season 3, episode 1-2, 'Tears of Uther Pendragon'
Pairings: Nothing is intended as romance, but there are Merthur and Mergana elements if you take it that way. Otherwise only friendships (and enemies).
Spoilers: Basically up to season 3 episode 1-2.
Summary: "Merlin is unsure if he's feeling regret. The battle has raged for hours "Arrest him!" cries the king."
Disclaimer: 'Merlin' is property of BBC and I make no claims, profits or money by doing this. I've written this as a work of fan-fiction, to be read freely for entertainment. By writing this I don't gain anything, but the pleasure to write. When I'm finished I'll return all the characters safe and sound Um, wait a minute, maybe not all of them.
A complete 3-chapter story first published on fanfiction.net late last year. I am currenly working on a cont
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Category: Merlin BBC
Pairing(s): will be Merlin/Arthur, possible allusions to Merlin/knight(s)
Genre(s): humour, romance
Warnings: slash (male/male) and pre-slash
Summary: "It started when Merlin turned himself into a kitten (an accident, he swears!) and went downhill from there, especially as Arthur has to weedle him from gushing kitchen maids, plotting knights and a cunning Morgana AND keep this a secret from his father. Merlin really was an idiot who let himself get turned into a bloody cat."
Originally posted at FF.net under the same penname and title, work in progress.
Set before season 2, after season 1, with a good Morgana. I miss her. I also disregard whatever Gwen/Arthur romantic advances that's been going on, sorry if you're fans of that pairing.
A prince's best friend
Chapter one: In which Merlin has an accident (...no, not that kind of accident!)
Large blue eyes, uncanny on that face too intelligent and sharp and steady stared u
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Author's note: Originally uploaded at www(dot)fanfiction(dot)net. Pre-slash, Merlin/Arthur. AU, assuming that Arthur knows about the dragon and has gone down to visit it in the past. And pure silliness and slashy goodness because TSD (the slash dragon) ships Merthur and I couldn't resist. That's my only excuse, really. See description for full info.
Conversations with a dragon:
On princes, destinies and idiots
"When you talked about merlin and destiny and all that, I thought I thought you meant the bird! The bloody bird like a metaphor for luck or freedom or something!"
The dragon looked very amused. "A bird? To be your destiny? You think too low of me, young Pendragon."
"I can't believe this!" Arthur cried in dismay. "Not only is he a complete clumsy stupid idiot, a bloody peasant who's got no idea of respect or anything, but a warlock too, supposedly the one the help me unite and rule Albion (destiny and coins and yadda ya
Encounter: Chapter 5Damn, it's been 5 days since Altaïr woke up from the coma thingy. The 14th day in this fucked up hospital. Altaïr is doing fine now, and Lucy feels better about it too. I'm glad. But what's gonna happen next? When are we busting ass out of here? I mean, it's not like I want to go back to Abstergo, but I feel like there is something needed to be done there. I dunno. I don't know what.Encounter: Chapter 5 in Fan Fiction More Like This
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Why the hell am I writing this? I mean, noting down how I'm feeling shit. Well, there is nothing else to do other them sit down and scribble. It's only taking up very little time... I'm bored to death... Actually, Altaïr talks to us a lot. He tells me and Lucy stories about himself: places he has been to, his childhood, what is was like back in his time, his life as an assassin. I really think that he's an interesting guy... there's this feel about him. It's different. Everything is OK now but I still feel that there is something going on still in Ab
Encounter: Chapter 2As if on cue, Lucy rushed into the lab. She muttered something about Dr. Vidic needing her for something. Her high heels clicked as she walked to the Animus purposefully only to stop when she saw Altaïr.Encounter: Chapter 2 in Fan Fiction More Like This
"How did this happen?" she demanded, knowing that neither Desmond or she knew.
"I don't know. The Animus screwed." Desmond eyed Altaïr, almost fearfully. The aura around the Animus was smoldering and had a dangerous feel...
Lucy seemed really stunned to see Altaïr. Blood she did not mind, but to just see him there... it was painful to just look at his wounds or the look of pain and failure on his blank face. For a moment she stood stock still, unsure of what to do or say. Be sensible! her thoughts yelled at her. Report it to Dr. Vidic! Clean this up!
"Help him," Desmond begged. His dark brown eyes looked beseechingly into Lucy's blue ones.
Shaking her head Lucy sighed. "I can't. He's gone." It seemed so, seeing how much Altaïr had bled. There was almos
Encounter: Chapter 3Desmond and Lucy were still crouching together, his arm around her shoulders, when the paramedics finally arrived. Footsteps sounded down the hallway, many voices too.Encounter: Chapter 3 in Fan Fiction More Like This
"Right here!" one of them called above all the others. The group of paramedics moved into the lab. There were about five.
Reluctantly Desmond pulled his arm away and he and Lucy stood up. The head paramedic headed towards them, a serious look on her face. "Tell me what has happened," she ordered kindly.
Immediately Lucy took charge. She didn't exactly lie, nor tell the truth either. She made a good sound of pretending to be scared. "This man. We found him here, just on the ground. He had several wounds- we tried to treat him."
"What kind of wounds?" the paramedic asked, holding a paper.
"I don't know." It was best to lie, that way he didn't have to explain. Desmond shot a look at Lucy. Get out of this situation- fast. But take care of Altaïr.
For the next few minutes Desmond and Lucy were questioned. What
Encounter: Chapter 8And so Desmond was left alone with Altaïr. Could luck get any worse than that for him? Other than that he was kidnapped, kept hostage by an organization straight out of history, and not knowing if you'd still be alive the next day? Well, not technically, but everything sounded better when you exaggerated facts.Encounter: Chapter 8 in Fan Fiction More Like This
Anyways, it wasn't so bad when you were lying on a bed and dead-beat.
He couldn't understand why he felt this way for Altaïr. Firstly, he was a guy. That totally went against his supposed straightness. Secondly, he was related to him, even is somewhat distantly. And, he loved Lucy! Lucy!!
This stupid desire for him...
"Are you all right?" Altaïr asked, his soft footsteps tapping the floor as he walked towards him.
He sat down on the bed next to Desmond, making it creak slightly. "You seem very out of it."
"As I said before, tired.'
"You looked very tense."
"Ah, well." Was he? He tried to loosen his body and imagined himself melting into the bed, wit
Encounter: Chapter 4It had been 9 days since Altaïr had been admitted into the hospital. The first 7 days were in the Intensive Care unit. Days of waiting... worry... unknowing... Since in the IC, visitors were not allowed to stay. They could come and go and certain hours but were not able to stay in the room with him for the night. So Desmond and Lucy lived in the hotel a few blocks away from the hospital for a week. Everyday visits were made to Altaïr, but all this time he was unconscious. Maybe it was a coma; the doctors didn't know. Lucy thought it was an effect from the Animus as this was different from other coma states.Encounter: Chapter 4 in Fan Fiction More Like This
Than on the 8th day, Altaïr was moved to the normal wards, as the doctors declared him healing quite well from his many wounds. Much to Desmond's and Lucy's relief. But Altaïr was still not awake, which troubled the couple and confused the doctors. There was no telling when he would wake up from this... nothingness.
When Altaïr changed units, Desmond and Luc
Encounter: Chapter 10Ezio heard the footsteps pounding behind him and the angry voices shouting death threats. Shocked civilians scrambled out of his way, gasping at the sight of the chase.Encounter: Chapter 10 in Fan Fiction More Like This
The white-hooded assassin looked back over his shoulder to check on his progress. Even though he was running as fast as he could, there were two guards quickly gaining on him.
Shit! Run! he yelled at himself. There was no chance to fight against so many people without getting seriously injured, or worse, dead. His legs were getting tired but he couldn't afford to stop if he wanted to get away with his life.
He rounded a corner in the busy street, searching for a way to lose the guards. With his heart pounding in his chest, he made a split-second decision to awkwardly duck into an alleyway.
Taking precious seconds, he took a couple steps back to make a running start for a wall. Leaping up he grabbed an outstanding brick and began to haul himself up.
By then, the guards had found him and were yelling angrily from b
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Desmond sat on the ground like a small child, his legs crossed with his head in his hands. "This doesn't be make any sense."
He felt a light touch on his shoulder and when he looked up he saw the piercing hazel eyes of the Italian assassin looking at him with mild concern. "Are you all right?"
"No, I'm good." It came out sounding like a question. Rising up steadily now, Desmond tried to regain his composure. This had to be one of the most undignified things he'd ever done--freaking out in front of a man like Ezio Auditore! And from what he'd seen in the Animus, Ezio was a pretty tough guy, but he was such a kind friend, brother, son, nephew, lover, that Desmond was sure that Ezio would understand. But poof, there went his first impression moment.
It was foolish of him to be thinking such things at the moment, and he felt silly. What was more important was the matter of Ezio, Altair, and the Animus that (perhaps, probably, most likely, definitely) brough
Encounter: Chapter 1Weapons flashing, angry voices. "Assassin! Assassin!"Encounter: Chapter 1 in Fan Fiction More Like This
The assassin- Altaïr Ibn La Ahad- scaled the wall, desperate to escape the guards. He let out a cry when an arrow struck his back. Fire ran up and down his spine.
In his pause during the climb, an archer took advantage and shot another arrow at Altaïr. It hit his right arm, making him lose his grip on the wall. Altaïr dangled from the ledge with his left hand, pain shooting up his arms and back as he tried to swing his legs up to get back. The first time didn't work, the second he barely made it on.
By this time one of the guards had attempted to go after Altaïr. A sword in his hand, he scrambled up the wall. With his terribly injured state Altaïr had trouble reaching the top. The guard approached him, taking a jab with his sword and missing. But he had slipped on something; the guard glanced down to see wet blood. Glancing up he saw Altaïr's blood dripping on him. It gave him courage that the as
Encounter: Chapter 6"... so we're discharging you today."Encounter: Chapter 6 in Fan Fiction More Like This
At those words Desmond breathed a sigh of relief. It was what they had been waiting for, so many days. At last Altaïr was well enough to leave the hospital.
The weeks spent here had been bitingly torturous, mentally and physically. It had been hard to stay in a small place for much of a day and worry ate at his mind.
On the other hand, in such close proximity with Altaïr unsettled him. The overwhelming desire to touch him warred with his sanity and relationships with him and Lucy. Two different things, walls he shouldn't breach but if he did, what would happen? Ever since the night he had so nonchalantly caressed Altaïr's face, he'd been even more disturbed. Desmond shook his head in disgust to clear away his thoughts and paid attention to Lucy again.
She was discussing arrangements and Altaïr's condition with the nurse now. Since it didn't really involve Desmond much he went over and squatted next to Altaïr's bed. A
Encounter: Chapter 7There was finally a light that glowed dimly into the trunk. Desmond could see it through his half-closed lids, and he smelled the open, fresh air above him. His eyes snapped open and he instinctively sucked in air that, for once wasn't dry and stuffy. He saw a shape above him, illuminated by light from behind.Encounter: Chapter 7 in Fan Fiction More Like This
"Lucy?" he asked. Augh. The light hurt after spending so much time in the darkness; he felt like a zombie awakening. Screwing his eyes he tried to sit up. "We're there? Here? Whatever?"
Lucy nodded and someone else joined her. "You look dead," the new person commented in his deep voice. Desmond had to smile at that. Altaïr extended his hand out to him, and Desmond took it gratefully. With a tug Desmond raised himself to a crouch and gingerly jumped/slithered out of the car. It bounced slightly after his exit.
"Ohhh," Desmond groaned and doubled over. A burning ache started in the right half of his body, clenching and unclenching. His feet and hands felt numb, than tingled as
A happy little AccidentBilly dropped the pregnancy test in shock and covered his mouth with his hand over his mouth. No this was wrong him no it's impossible when speed said he should take a test after his sixth time vomiting in the morning he did it to shut him up not to actually be pregnant. No the test was wrong it had to be it was impossible even if Teddy was an alien he couldn't care a baby he had no way he...A happy little Accident in Sketches More Like This
" oh god "he muttered last month could he have done it then
Him and Teddy sat looking at the start on the outskirts of the city.
" hey Billy? " Teddy asked the boy cuddled to him.
" yes "
" if you could have one thing in your future what would it be? " Teddy said not looking away from the star's.
" I don't know I just hope you're there With me"Billy said half closing his eyes and snuggling closer to Teddy
"that's really cheese man " Teddy said looking at him.
" oh there Is that "Billy said out loud but to none in particular.
" There is what? " Teddy asked his lover
" well um aw
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"Come on Billy we've got to go! " Teddy called up the steps they were going to there obstetrician for the first time Billy need a sonogram to make sure the baby was fine even if he was four months along now. It took some time to find a doctor for there.. Situation what doctor would stay calm about a teenaged boy coming in pregnant? They all most gave up until reed Richard said he had a friend that could help them something about being a doctor that was sworn to secret by S. H. I. L. D but what ever.
" Okay Teddy yeesh we're going to the doctor I'm not in labor. " Billy said coming down the steps his stomach stood out" and I'm pregnant remember? it take me time to do things and I may add I have a better respect four mother's now. " he said hand on his stomach.
Teddy smiled and kissed his cheek giving him a sweet look.
" what was that for?"Billy asked at the surprise kiss
"Nothing you just look so cute carrying my baby."Teddy said with a smile.
"just get the key
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"i must have left that book some where" he thought to him self.
with the way he kept losing thing's he really was starting to believe ninjas were in the mention like Valerie said there was. he chuckle at the thought of her for 12 had a big imagination he only wished she would find a way to Chanel it. looking around he saw no book but something did catch his eye some note book paper's were scattered on the table wheeled over and picked them up .the hand writing was strange it looked like it was typed rather then written.he began to read the pepper
'and slowly jenny turned the door knob on the small door and it opened to an open field small little specks of light. she slowly climbed through the door she was all but amazed at the world she had found with a smile she stood up and looked around.'
the professor smiled he knew who wrought this he looked at the other pages the too were all write on a purple led pencil to the right.
in the living r
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It was 10:32 am as all the young Avengers sat in the living room. Nun of them knew what was going on or what this was about. Tommy who was sitting on the back of the couch finally spoke
" so why are we all here again? " the silver hair boy asked
" I've told you already I don't know "Eli said sounding rather annoyed
" I wasn't talking to you " Tommy said making a stink face in his direction" I was talking to Teddy."
Teddy who sat with hand folded looking worried looked over at him.
" why me? " he asked blushing
" umm he's your boyfriend and he tells you everything maybe that's why? " Kate said pointing one of her arrows at him.
" well I don't okay he just told me to get up and come down stairs "Teddy snapped putting a knife hand to his palm and sounding rather Angry.
" Okay yeesh don't be so snappy " Kate said
" im sorry it's just when he woke me up he sounded scared and unsure " Teddy said leaning back on the couch" it worried me a bit"
" yeah I noticed tha
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Billy rubbed the little bump in his stomach with a smile he loved it boy or girl or even both he didn't care at all. But the question still lingered would Teddy? And how would he tells him? Maybe he should tell someone else first? Yeah then it be simple to tell Teddy! But who ? Eil? No just freak him out. Kate? Maybe or would she go off and try to kill Teddy? Vision?no it take to long to explain. Tommy? DEFINITELY not. Then who? Then there was a knock at the door.
"Billy are you ok? You've been in there for an hour now. " Wanda 's voice came from the other side of the door.
Oh duh his mom
" yeah I'm fine but I have some news "he said picking the pregnancy test up off the floor
" what is it? "Wanda said
" umm I think it's better said face to face"the brunette teen said
" Well then you can you open the door and tell me? " she asked
" yeah hold on a sec " Billy said putting his belt back on.
Wanda waited out side the door as she heard the boy fumbling in
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The group of six left the library and walked down the hall.
“Hey have you guys ever wonder what's with that suit of armor in the library?” Cameron asked as she turned to walk backwards.
"Its an artifact”Crazzie said, “yeah, from like the the sixteen hundreds.”
“Really? If its that old, then why isn't it in some museum or something?” Doevin asked tilting his head ironically like a confused dog .
“it belonged to the schools founder”Drack said as he put one hand in his pocket.
''why do you think our school mascot is a knight?'' Hievon asked ''we Learn this at the beginning of every year."
" don't you two pay attention in history?” Nolie asked leaning in a little.
“Not really”Cameron said putting her hands behind her “so I understand why they keep the armor out then but do they have to have the sword out with it? I mean it scares me '' Cameron said tuning back around.
wisp:Halloweenit was just starting to get dark out little kids in costumes ran from house to house yelling “ trick or treat!” .the sky was a little cloudy but the sent of rain was no where in the wind which blew leaves of orange red and yellow down the street .at one house that was nicely decorated in fake spider webs (and spiders) with fake graves in the yard three girls dressed as a witch an angel and bat ran up the walkway. Once on the porch the girl dressed as a witch knocked on the door after a few seconds the door began to open.wisp:Halloween in Settings More Like This
“Trick or treat!” they said with big smiles holding out there bags.
“oh good” said the man at the door all three girls opened there eye's “dinner!” he jumped out in a full Dracula costume throwing his hands over his head .
All three screamed and ran away as fast as they could . With a chuckle he spit out his fake fangs into his hand. Not a moment later a girl in a black witch costume came out with a bowl
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1. Does your character have a long, rare or unusual name? [if she lives in japan, japanese name is not unusual] +1
Elfin: ummm no my realy names elafena
Leggy:mins just the girl one of my brothers Legaliea
2. Does your character have more than one first/second name for no reason?
3. [count all that apply]
She/he`s not a human?
leggy: ummm Elf
Half a human? +1 elfin: dose 1/3 count ^^' Leggy:just give your self 1/3 of a point
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Exhaustion, Oh my limbs, my body whole.
What they feel that my heart does not.
I just wish to return to my place of slumber,
where what is dreamt came make me regret.
The cold sweat is the moment I awaken...
Knowing nothing, and remembering little.
Hunger, my belly for fulfillment so sweet...
The theory behind so many burdens,
the many weights on these weary shoulders,
That I have ever called my own.
And now my knees are my feet,
covered with the hoof prints of a dead horse.
Tell me God, the Creator in a Kingdom his own...
Tell me of my purpose in the method you wish...
Tell me once more if not a million times...
As for this all, the new and unwanted-
I have no push left in me...For this---
I feel nothing...
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Bound and left for the beasts,
what awaits is no end
No shade finds my flesh,
and the catching fibers
are slowly burnt to a crisp
And such a darkness,
the vision of my eyes,
Whatever lies ahead
The rotting time,
The old home of my mind...
the dust and asbestos
what fragments remain.
left for my demons-
I'm simply waiting for time
to drag me away and down,
for the rotting feast...
to begin waiting
for this life
to fade away
with every bite.
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The era is now passed through which I lived and favored,
and my patience then packs its bags for hiatus,
with which to remind me that perhaps
brighter days lie in sunny hammocks ahead.
Here and alas lays the road to that sunny setting,
upon which I walk and tread the changing tide.
The next item on the list of Fates agenda and her passionate affair with time...
the seconds will carry on like the beats of my undying heart.
The fire that burns in my eyes, through which I see is only assuaged
by the tears they produce...
the tears I produce in my longing for some peace of some sort.
Yet those tears shall only accompany the sweat of my efforts.
Once upon a time, in the dream come true through which I slept,
did a fairy tale once existů
that tale of my tale through endless times of a dream come true
and gone by in the era that I once lived and favored.
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My endless imperfections
shout to the very core of my soul,
Beating away at my humility,
To bare reminder
that I do not deserve you
in the slightest...
Grace is your very essence,
as you embody that which is perfection.
Whereas my rush
to find the flaws of my name,
You tell it tales true,
of the feelings you hold.
Abnormal is my persona,
and infinite apologies are due,
Many thanks, just as much,
are in order...
To God, to you....
Beauty be what has enraptured my heart
for the eternal hour at hand,
You and only you are the whom
that I most desire,But never deserve.
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Unhinged, the floodgates collapse
The waters weighed so heavily on them that in the dark of night
do they unwillingly liberate the transparent stillborn
unto the dry soil once adjacent to the gates.
Two clocks tick, their gears turning at the uneven tempo
Unwound, rusting to a screeching halt on the command of the flood.
Time stops at the hinder, And neutrality dies on impact.
What a sight as I close my eyes,
Late at night when energy dies.
Taken to flight my psyche then flies.
Do as one might, the cold sweat brings about my cries.
Fighting my fight, in where my imagination lies
The withered flowers ashen and in bloom
Be my soul to cower, from the ever impending doom.
Two clocks tick, one my own and the other my fate.
The flood arrives to consume
and to the end does the time die and go black...
Open my eyes to the dark if night
An abyss before me to lay back down...
down where the floodgates come unhinged
and my imagination lies.
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Watching, my eyes saw the swaying limbs
thin and starved by winter winds...
Dancing, like moving cracks on the window,
Through which I did stare.
Imagine, the image so morbid above as I gazed.
unnerving to the anchoring blood,
drying up within the veins of my limbs,
much like the branches that sliced the air...
The roots dug deep into my back,
and the anchored blood began to freeze...
My vessels, destroyed by glaciers,
of icy blood, that once flowed.
The travesty, of the bullet plunged into my heart,
whose beat slows, and withers and fades.
Too and so soon, the loss of my life...
Now I play the game of patience...
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I left my soul back home,
all the way back and on its own...
I left my soul back home,
Leaving my heart as cold as stone.
Here stands my being,
damn near without emotion,
In spite of what I've been seeing,
Am without a decent devotion...
Tears fall from the cracks in that accursed sky,
A rain fallen from ducts on high.
I take the pain unnaturally, by and by.
I recall the moments that had my tongue in a tie,
and still does my beating heart seem to live a lie,
and then I see nothing but stars in that accursed sky.
I can't help but wonder,
if I am acknowledged when I pray,
When I have, this heart beats like thunder,
Yet still does my faith keep my questions at bay.
I can feel the memories burning through,
searing out, the pitiful thoughts to ensue,
the ravaging fear, and sudden fits I never knew.
But my mind is but a prison that reminders bring me to.
Languid I am,
the man of few words here and now...
Still in love, and to my shepard a lamb...
yet still a shell of myself, as th
Unbreakable VowsUnbreakable Vows in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Stained, my face with sorrow,
wash it clean with a kiss on the morrow.
Embrace me not from afar,
And allow my soul to shine brighter than any star.
I swear to you that we are only stronger,
and hand in hand, we'll last through eternity and longer.
We fear the same occurences do we not my dear?
I dread the end of this blessing, but the future is unclear.
My darling, you need not worry of my intentions...
It is only the expected obstacles that bring tensions.
Wipe the worrisome tears from those beautiful eyes,
for it will never be our devoted passion that dies.
Calm your caring heart, as I am here to stay.
And away from my vows to you, I shall never stray.
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'Yes, yes, I'm well aware, that I promised...,'
Tony got cut short by a very upset tirade of insults against his person and he waited for the short moment it would stop.
'Pepper, I'm very close, you know? I just need a couple more days. I'll see you next week in London, I promise.'
The content of the insults turned obviously offensive and Tony took some distance from the cell.
'You know, I love you,' he seized the next moment of silence. But the line was already dead.
Tony put the cell aside and couldn't help but suspiciously watch it a few seconds longer, as if it might explode any moment.
Tony let out an irritated sigh and mechanically scratched over his chest, before he noticed what he was doing and stopped. He knew he shouldn't fiddle with it, but the scars around the arc reactor were still itching from time to time.
He took a deep breath, straightened in his chair and leant over the workstation again.
'Ok, where were we?'
He pointed the laser at the zoomed-in 3D hologram
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'Loki?' Tony addressed him with an anxious sense of foreboding in his voice, following his glance up to the skies over Manhattan, New York, where the tremendous portal was opening right now.
'This isn't my doing,' Loki warded off any blame, though he knew exactly who was causing this sudden change of events.
They had come, way too soon: Thanos and his forces.
They had come to conquer Midgard as well as in search for him and the Tesseract. And they wouldn't stop before they had achieved both their goals.
'Then who...?' the Iron Man attempted to ask, facing Loki again; his palm was still resting on Loki's chest, covering his heart, and ready to trigger the repulsor.
An ear-shattering roar from above answered his suspended question, when one of the Chitauri war beasts broke through the opening, accompanied by hundreds of single warriors, swarming out like a flock of released birds.
'Damn,' escaped Tony, before he lowered his hand and took one, two steps back, watching the sky and already
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Tony finally broke free and jerked awake with a deeply shocked gasp, trying to focus on his surroundings and fit them into his troubled perception.
Something terrible had happened. Danger. Death. Fear. Defeat. Humiliation.
The concerned faces staring down at him were familiar though and granted him a touch of relief.
There was Pepper sitting right next to him and looking more shaken than anyone else present, Director Fury furrowing his brows behind her, Steve opposite of them, frowning with a gloomy countenance, Banner with his arms crossed, Thor at the end of the bed and even Barton, Romanoff and Hill watching him with anticipation from near the door. And they were accompanied by a woman Tony only knew from pictures as Jane Foster.
'Is this my funeral or why the long faces?' he wondered, still trying to shake off the shadows which grasped for his mind.
'You're lucky; it's not,' Fury responded gravely.
Tony managed to focus on the dark-skinned man.
'What happened?' he asked wearily, al
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For the next eight hours, Tony buried himself in patching up the damage Thor had caused to the Mark VI suit, hoping to focus his troubled thoughts on the task and failing.
He just couldn't shake off the memory - no, the whole sensation - of Loki's presence within his mind, finding his imagination wandering back to him over and over again.
Back to his eyes, his voice, his nearness, his affection, his trust, his shared feelings. And somehow Tony felt like he was betraying him.
Eventually, Tony declared repairs for impossible without proper installations, dropped the attempt and decided to use the Mark VIII that Barton and Romanoff had brought from the Stark Tower in the upcoming battle.
He was just having his third Scotch, sitting in the hangar and staring at the red and golden Iron Man suit which was getting an upload of Jarvis's software, when he heard footsteps approaching and glimpsed over his shoulder to see Thor warily coming over.
'May I keep you company?' he asked attentively.
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Loki felt his mind calming. It was done. Tony Stark, the Iron Man, finally belonged to him.
But serenity was accompanied by exhaustion and Loki winced at the sudden sharp pain behind his eyes.
'Is everything alright?' Tony asked considerately.
'Yes,' Loki waved him off impatiently.
He had let Tony Stark keep most of his personality so he could continue performing his role. He only took away his free will.
Freedom... As if anyone could ever truly be free.
Loki rubbed his temple to get rid of the pain. He was tired.
He took a deep breath and straightened himself. There was still too much to prepare before he could permit himself some rest.
And he had a new tool at disposal. Looking over at the now-tamed Tony though reminded Loki of his last defiant gaze and he felt an urge for retaliation.
'Kneel,' he commanded and watched Tony go down on one knee obediently and without a word, lowering his head before him.
Strangely the deed didn't grant him the desired satisfaction. There was something
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Defeated. But not broken.
Enraged. But in chains.
Asgard grew right in front of them, peeled out of the nothingness while Thor led Loki back home to be on trial and judged for his crimes.
But Thor didn't know what was to come. And so it hit him without warning when the Tesseract suddenly exploded in a blinding light, throwing him back and crushing him to the ground. The light was accompanied by a screeching sound that grew in intensity to the point of physical pain.
Then silence, darkness.
Along with two dozen grim Jötuns surrounding them.
Half of the Frost Giants instantly took care of the still stunned Thor, dragged him away from Mjölnir and held him down with combined forces.
While keeping a close eye on Thor, Loki held out his arms, impatiently waiting for the shackles to be removed. Finally freed, he allowed himself a moment to rub the pain out of his wrists, then took off the gag enclosing his jaw.
Thor's staring eyes were like fire. Rage, disbelief, humiliation and pai
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S.H.I.E.L.D.'s weapon development facility was located underground, its surface area mostly deserted and spaciously fenced.
Loki stood on top of a small hill outside the guarded fence surveying the waste grounds, right next to the completely suited up Iron Man. Even Loki was fully armored, wearing the Horns of Mischief and carrying the scepter in one hand.
'There,' Tony's artificially rendered voice sounded somewhat alien beneath the iron mask when he pointed at the driveway leading underground and the transporter attempting to enter.
Loki nodded und waited patiently until the vehicle stopped, before he lifted the scepter and fired a blue gleaming energy discharge at it.
The van instantly exploded in a consuming fire taking down the gate and most of its framing structure.
'Go,' Loki commanded, whereat Tony ignited the jets and took off to carry on the deed of destruction.
Loki followed using portals of space and time created by the Tesseract powered scepter.
The havoc wrought by the Ir
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Loki stepped through the aether and entered his throne room in Jötunheim, instantly adjusting his body to the freezing temperatures of this realm.
'My Lord,' the Head of his guards greeted him, respectfully bowing.
'Gather the forces,' Loki ordered, ignoring all courtesy. 'We have to be ready as soon as possible.'
The Giant took the command without a word, just lowered his head again and left to carry out the task.
Loki watched him walk away for a second, then swallowed hard and turned to approach his crumbling throne. He needed to sit for a while. His knees were still shaking.
So he dropped on the cold, stony seat and buried his head in his hand.
Why did he give in? Why did he surrender? Why did that man have to taste so damn good?!
Loki couldn't help but remember. Their first merging, their second, their third... And with every detail his blood rushed through his veins more and more ferociously.
Loki clenched his fingers to a fist and violently slammed it
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Setting: Miami Beach 1942
Clyde stepped out of the shower and grabbed a towel off the rack, wrapping it around his lower body. His friend, Guy, stood in front of the mirror carefully rearranging his hair. They had to act fast. Clean up, pull some clothes on, and quickly leave the bungalow before Eddie woke up.
Two days ago, Guy decided to set them up on double dates with a pair of twin models.
"Beautiful women with long, blonde hair and Ava Gardner figures," Guy whispered to Clyde as they brushed their teeth. "You need a break from Eddie. Hell, you spend every waking minute with him, and then you go home to your house and the two of you "
Clyde cut him off. "I know. I've never been with a woman." He screwed the cap back on the toothpaste and placed it back on the shelf. "Eddie's never even allowed me to look at one. He needs me."
"Does he know you like men and women?" Guy smiled.
Clyde frowned and pulled on a long-s
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New York City
The Plaza Hotel
Pairings: J. Edgar Hoover/Clyde Tolson
Clyde is telling the story.
The floor continued to sway under my feet, as we unclasped hands and stepped from the limo. Walking up the red velvet carpet to the front door of, The Plaza, I could hear the drunken shouts of, "Happy New Year! Happy, nineteen-thirty six!"
Through the foyer, and into a waiting elevator, I stood silently by Edgar. The attendant pushed the button for our floor. Closing my eyes, I could feel the waves of annoyance coming from Edgar. Did I really announce to everyone my desire to dance with him at the club? Judging from the high pitched giggles coming from Art's girlfriend she assumed I was joking. I noticed Art cracked a smile. Seconds later, I felt Edgar squeeze my hand tighter. A sure sign he was not amused by my behavior.
The bell chimed, the elevator came to an abrupt stop.
I gave a courteous reply, while Edgar responded with his usual gr
The Fight Story (Hoover/Tolson)Not exactly a "J. Edgar" fan fiction, more like, I wrote a story based on a rumor that I read about them.The Fight Story (Hoover/Tolson) in Short Stories More Like This
This fan fiction story is based on a rumor that the owner of a hotel in California overheard J. Edgar Hoover and Clyde Tolson fighting one night while on vacation. According to this man's story, loud screaming and the sound of breaking dishes were heard from their suite. A few moments later the door slammed shut, and Tolson came storming out of the room. Hoover had thrown a very heavy ashtray at him, busting his lip wide open, giving him a black eye. Hours later, Tolson came back to the hotel. The two men returned to Washington, and Tolson took nine days off work to treat his injuries.
-(6-4-12) I'm all for history, so I have to put a historical note in this. According to another biography I read, this really happened, but Clyde didn't return to the hotel. He was driven to the hospital by the hotel manager, and went straight from the ER back to Washington. A few days later, h
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Lake Texoma-Present Day
They say that when a person passes on, their spirit is given two portals that connect them to the world of the living: the place where their soul left their body, and their grave. I chose the first.
The old town of Woodville, Oklahoma once stood in between Texas and Oklahoma. My parents moved us there after I graduated high school from Kentucky Town, Texas. Papa went to work on the railroad, and demanded I get a job as well. I would be turning twenty-one in only a few months. Papa also liked to remind me that I was lazy, and when he was my age he had already married my Mama, and she had me. Oh, and he happened to be one of the most profitable farmers in our small town. That seemed nice, but I didn’t care for a farming lifestyle.
In the early nineteen-forties, Woodville was submerged underwater when the Red River was dammed to create Lake Texoma. By then, my parents had settled in Platter, Oklah
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I still remember the day when fate presented me with the opportunity that would eventually lead to my murder. We were living in a three bedroom house that Papa and his friends built in less than a month. Each man happened to be skilled in the fine arts of carpentry and architecture. Despite the fact that they were each drinking four to six beers a day, the house rose swiftly from the ground up. A mixture of the detailed, ornate layout and Mama’s beautiful flower and vegetable garden caused plenty of envy among the residents of Woodville. Pity it’s now decomposing under the murky waters of Lake Texoma.
I awoke the morning of my journey, to the mid-morning sun pouring through the homemade linen curtains in the bedroom I shared with my younger brother. I could smell the lingering aromas of fried bacon and fresh-brewed coffee. My siblings had awoken earlier and left for school. As usual,
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Today I started reading a biography about Roy Cohn, and it said something like several people believed he had an affair with Joe McCarthy, but there is no evidence to support this. I also took the rumors that Roy and Hoover would attend orgies at The Plaza Hotel, and created this short little story. Warning: the last part can get graphic.)
Parings: Hoover/Tolson & McCarthy/Cohn
Place: Hoover and Tolson's house in Washington
"Your bedroom is upstairs next to ours."
Roy placed his two suitcases on the tiled foyer floor and gazed up the stairs. Edgar and Clyde stood silently by the front door. Outside, he could hear Joe's limo as it rambled down the street. An eerie sensation filled the air as he was dropped off. Joe couldn't stay, not even for a minute. He had to be at work. Roy had been sent to live, against his wishes, with Edgar and Clyde until this whole thing blew over. He couldn't stay at his mother's house in New York; it wasn't safe. He co
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The NEW SITUATION
I completed my first week at the service station laboring through menial tasks in the scorching Oklahoma sun where nightfall seemed distant, teasing, and out of reach. I honestly detested my new found job, but at the end of the week, Clinton reluctantly revealed both of his secrets to me, and I ended up escorting him on a dangerous journey across the Red River to Texas. We both needed the money that this mission would bring.
Looking back over it, I should have seen the warning signs. But, when you’re only twenty-one, and male at that, you think you’re invincible. If I could go back and do it over again, and change a few things, would I? Of course not! I did the right thing. I made the right choice… even though it cost me my life.
When I arrived home from my first night at the service station, Mama grew extremely overjoyed when I told her the news of my sudden employment. In celebration s
Immortal ButterflyImmortal Butterfly:Immortal Butterfly in Free Verse More Like This
I remember the Immortal Butterfly
Translucent wings that drank from the sky
Glittering dust would fall with every flap
Like warm tears dripped upon my tiny back
I would always chase this butterfly
as it makes its way across the sky
When I look I feel as though I can forget
The painful needles that twist into my back
I would always dream of this butterfly
and I wonder if I could ride it and fly in the sky
When I dream about it, I don't regret
Not being able to leave this tiny bed
Sometimes I can't see the butterfly
My vision turns grey like a stormy sky
I get scared during those times, because it makes me think
Of how everything could fade, before my eyes can blink
I remember when you first brought me this butterfly
You said you plucked it right out of the sky
Did you know it was the first thing that made me smile?
I'll tell you that story, so let me rest awhile...
I love...this little butterfly
It gave me dreams...of a beautiful sky
Although it was somethi
Overcome your Writer's BlockOvercome your Writer's Block:Overcome your Writer's Block in Free Verse More Like This
If you want to deal with writer's block
the plan is simple, tickty-tock
Give in to madness, go insane
search for words in the midst of rain
When you hit the wall on its painted face
with your fingers and knees you'll find a trace
The secret passage that will lead you through
or perhaps you might be eaten by a grue...
Back to the rhymes that I use to explain
If you try to go forward it will be in vain
So try a new direction, upward or down
Left or right maybe Charlie Brown?
There are no limits except in your mind
Now do a google search and what do you find?
A pond of ideas now stagnant and brown
I threw in Jay Sean and he went down down down
But I digress and let me wind back
If you focus on the dot then the screen will turn black
and a screamer pops out, you've had a really good fright
are my metaphors putting up a really good fight?
Let me put it simply, in english plain:
A good writer isn't one who forces his brain
Order and stru
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Wrong, wrong, wrong, WRONG!
Everything is wrong.
'As then sun dew drips from her eyes'-
Do I really think that'll be good enough?
Hours spent on each piece -
Punctuated only by sound of ripping paper -
To lie crumpled upon my wooden floor,
Unable to be forgotten.
As the hours pass and the day wears on,
More and more worlds are crushed by my hands.
Realities sprawled upon a single piece of paper,
To die as quickly as they are formed.
A man's whose romance is torn in two,
A vampire about to meet his prey.
A werewolf standing against an army
And a boy facing the world alone.
These are the lives that I hold in my hand;
Fictional lives, but precious still.
Yet as soon as I see their imperfections,
I destroy the evidence in a throe of shame.
These crumpled masses that now surround me,
They aren't the proof of perfection's pursuit...
They are merely my feeble, worthless attempts,
To disguise my own ineptitude.
-Chen Yuan Wen, 15th Decembe
I Comfort MyselfWith a warm drink, whispering secrets to my own reflection.I Comfort Myself in Free Verse More Like This
The struggles that plague me, though none may know,
Are only for the ears of my quiet mirror, who smiles
Softly, warmly and with care. He tells me, I'm fine
I've done well for now and soon I may finally rest.
Though the silence continues to press upon me,
Weighing upon my soul like an iron crate.
Still I find comfort in whispering secrets,
If only to my own reflection - holding a warm drink...
-Chen Yuan Wen, 17th October 2012
I Am A WriterI Am A Writer:I Am A Writer in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Gentlemen, today I speak to you
To convey an issue that has plagued the core of our community.
For so long have we been considered second-class;
To this day there are those who still believe that we are not artists.
But today is not about freedom, today is about honour,
Because there are many writers that still seek to shame us all...
I speak of those individuals, who take art from others.
Covers, photos, paintings, digital art, anime and manga.
It matters not where you draw your source from,
But every action impacts upon us as a community.
BECAUSE I AM A WRITER!
When I craft my works, when I write each and every line,
I paint using expression; metaphors are my colours.
The words are my brush and each and every rhyme is my medium.
I do not ask to be considered an artist, but I do ask to be considered.
BECAUSE I AM A WRITER!
For someone who practices his craft day and night,
Painstakingly learning how to use each and ever
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Hey, what are you doing?
That's mine, now give it back.
You're stupid, you should just go die!
Okay, I'm sorry...
What, you failed again?
Just how much money do you think we're spending on this,
Do you think it just falls from the sky?
I can't believe you; and don't give me that look!
You better straighten up now you hear me
And if you keep looking like a dead fish,
I'm going to make you wish you were one.
Hey, being around you is driving me nuts,
You never want to do anything, you don't even care,
Why bother even breathing if you're going to act like you're dead!
A lousy person like you should just go die!
okay, fine! I will...
-Chen Yuan Wen, 26th November 2012
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Mmm, it's okay sweetie
Just stay quiet
It'll all be over soon...
Creaking springs and quiet eyes
Cold without emotion
The smell of fear is mixed with sweat
Breath like a churning ocean
The waves and tide will push and pull
as water fills the cave
The heart longs to stop itself
when there is nothing left to save
Happy birthday to you
Happy birthday to you
Happy birthday dear Jenna
Happy birthday to you...
A shock of pain brings her back to the present
The muscular form above her contracting in the dark
She remembers now that her limbs are pinned
but she would not move them anyway...
Happy birthday sweetheart, you're older now
You've grown up well haven't you...
A single shuddering thrust means that everything has ended
and once again a wet worm is pressed to her lips
The weight lifts from her body, leaving red marks around the wrists
limbs denied blood begin to buzz softly as the silence suffocates
She will not move from here, because i