Anomalous Objects Catalogue chapter 1Anomalous Objects Catalogue chapter 1 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"I hear Pripyat is pleasant this time of year."
Sniper stood watch, just outside the old travel agency building. Aside from somehow withstanding the rest of the block collapsing around it, the shop was impressive for having reasonably preserved brochures. Captain and Pilot would often amuse themselves by planning trips to countries that no longer existed, and Engineer would gather what they discarded for kindling. Whenever Sniper grew sufficiently bored, he'd call out with something he thought was witty.
It was a bit like that, being on watch; you'd either say something funny and die knowing your sense of humour was too good for this world, or you'd say nothing and die without validating your ego.
"Actually," Engineer spoke up from the Visit Asia section, a finger tracing over dusty advertisements as he moved along the aisle, "One of the last GOOD directorate broadcasts sent out was a list of anomalies brought on by the apocalypse, and apparently Chernobyl became the least radiated pla
Knight RunKNIGHT RUN:Knight Run in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
THE KNIGHT FINDS himself running through the ancient corridors of the Kardian basilica. He can hear the echoing cackle of the Graven Witches as they swoop down and swipe at him with their bird-like talons. The Knight is panting and he does not see a way out of this maze. In his hands, he holds a precious crystal that once belonged to his Lord, Magtherion D'Legato, a well-respected aristocrat from the City of Bandine. The Knight is out of options and though the Gods may damn him for breaking his vows, survival becomes his priority. He opens a wound in his chest, quickly carving a hold large enough for the crystal and ignores the fiery pain and gushing fountain of blood that is sprayed over the ground by the force of his rapidly beating heart. In desperation, the Knight slams the crystal shard into his wound and immediately loses consciousness.
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They Watch UsThey Watch Us:They Watch Us in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Perched high upon the mountains;
With wings as black as night.
They watch us in the hour,
Before darkness turns to light.
I've seen them in my visions;
In dreams they come and go,
But the things they seem to tell me
I guess nobody should know...
I've seen children that are buried,
Beneath a frozen lake.
A maiden sits there weeping;
Her heart is soon to break.
The crows flutter downward,
A noose amongst their hands.
They take the maiden away,
To a dark and distant land.
And even if I follow -
Even if I try...
I'll simply end up buried,
Where the frozen children lie.
-Chen Yuan Wen, 10th November 2012
This is for the UnderdogYou know what it's like,This is for the Underdog in Free Verse More Like This
When your feet touch the bottom.
You wish you were like others,
But you know that you can never be.
The glam and the glitz,
The sound of a thousand people cheering you on.
That's not for you,
That's never going to be for you!
But you know what,
You've got something else inside of you.
You've got something else,
That no one who sits on a lofty throne could ever have.
And that's pain...
You're in pain, because you know this is bitter.
You're in pain, because you've been denied something better.
But you take that dose of bitterness
And you swallow it like it's god-damn medicine!
Because the king expects you the crumble,
The king expects you to lie down and surrender.
So play dead if you have to,
But when you rise again...
Make sure you tear out their god-damn throat!
You've suffered enough...My dearest child, do not weep, for I am here to wipe your tears away. Come, let us be free of these blankets; let us walk from these dim halls.You've suffered enough... in Emotional More Like This
There lies what once was your body, fevered and eaten by disease. Your lips are cracked and bleeding, your arms are both thin and sallow. Do not fear them now, for they are long passed.
Come away now, for we must say your final goodbyes. Here to the mother and father that came to your bedside each day. Here to the brother, who shall honour your name. Do not be jealous of them, my dearest child. For you are simply moving ahead; you have not fallen behind.
“But why, why does it hurt so much?”
Why? Because the memories are still carried within you. Your attachments are still strong in this world. That which you didn’t achieve, that which you haven’t done. All of it is carried as chains upon your body and they will stop you from
This is for the Average ArtistIt is painful at times,This is for the Average Artist in Free Verse More Like This
Seeing those born with skill and talent.
They paint such beautiful things, using the barest of material.
Entire worlds are spun at their fingertips, all from a dot of paint.
I think sometimes, of how nice it must be,
To be able to capture such beauty, within the borders of a page.
To spin a tale from but the smallest of phrases,
To create a fantastic adventure from a mundane experience.
It is painful indeed at times. When I am seated in this room,
Surrounded by the dull hum of failure and regret,
I ask myself, with eyes burning in the mirror,
Am I finally ready to give it all up?
'No!' I say
I will not let it end this way!
Not without a fight, not until I know that I am utterly broken.
The good lord may have blessed you with talent my friend,
He has given you everything that I could have ever desired...
But there is one thing that I have earned;
One little gift that remains my own.
You would not know of it,
Since you have never felt it,
You Left Me StrongerYou Left Me Stronger:You Left Me Stronger in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Hey there, it's been awhile, do you remember me?
I guess you might not, since I wasn't very important to you.
You know, I spent so many days thinking about - what I did wrong
I questioned if maybe, I was at fault or if I was screwed up.
I thought a lot about the things you said...
The things that were my fault, my problems.
I took them to heart at first, but then I realised you were wrong.
I realised that you are selfish and ugly on the inside.
On the surface you pretended to care, but like a cancer;
You amputate someone the moment you think they've gone bad.
You hide from the rigours of life and only emerge like a parasite
When everything is good - when everything is fine and dandy.
I used to think that I was afraid of you leaving,
But now I know, that you've left me stronger than I was before.
You know, this was supposed to be an emotional whine; an emotional spill,
Maybe I was supposed to cry tears and beg you to come back, but you know wha
HopeHope:Hope in Free Verse More Like This
She waits for him
at the gates that stood when even the world crumbled
knowing that her own name will soon be forgotten
Where once she carried the weight of the world
now her strength is but the tiniest whisper
A single spark, left to crackle amongst the shades
until all is lost in the endless folds of time
It's getting colder
though she still continues to stand by the gates
She is getting older
and thus her memories must fade...
Angels gather to watch her in these final moments
and they bow their heads as a sign of respect
For even now, as the life leaves her body
Still she continues to wait...
-Chen Yuan Wen, 27th July 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
Six Words for the SufferingPain ends, but you must not.Six Words for the Suffering in Free Verse More Like This
Halo: Until the End-- PrologueThe air that surrounded her was cold, and the coldness bit deep into her bare skin, chilling her all the way to the bone. The gleam of bright artificial lights made her bleary eyes smart as she blinked and struggled to focus her vision. How long had she been asleep? It felt like days, weeks. She gagged as she tried to inhale and found her windpipe to be blocked. She grabbed the edge of the strange tub-like bed and leaned over to face the floor, eyes bulging as she choked. Her wet, dripping hair hung around her face like tangled vines.Halo: Until the End-- Prologue in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Something struck her forcefully on the back, hard enough to dislodge whatever was in her throat. She vomited. A clearish, sticky, oozing substance came up and splattered onto the floor. She gasped and spit out more gobs of the stuff, hating the taste. Then she looked up to see who had helped her. She found herself staring up into the leering face of a camouflage-clad, grizzled man who looked much less than happy to see her.
"What're you lookin' at,
Illusion, a Halo fanfic"Ha. Beat that."Illusion, a Halo fanfic in Short Stories More Like This
The man paused for a millisecond before moving his next piece, brow furrowed as he contemplated his newest strategy. The holographic chess set flickered as he tapped a black square and his knight moved there, then he withdrew his hand and folded his arms, daring his opponent to make her move.
Cortana's "eyes" narrowed and she gave a little huff, moving a castle to counter her adversary's advance. "That was just luck and you know it," she declared, a hint of frustration in her smooth voice. The AI, only a few inches tall on the board, rested a "hand" on the nearest bishop and cocked her head. "I'd love to see the gears turning inside that thick skull of yours, but sadly I don't have X-ray vision. What's your plan?"
"Winning," the old man muttered, then moved a pawn.
Cortana snorted and promptly captured the pawn with a pawn of her own. "Right. You are predictable if anything," she sighed. "But you know you can't beat the best mind around, right?"
"I can try."
One-Way Trip: Prologue2247 Hours September 7, 2517 (Military Calendar) / Epsilon Eridani System, Reach Military Complex, Planet ReachOne-Way Trip: Prologue in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"Is there a pressing reason for this disturbance, Professor?"
The woman was a good deal shorter and smaller than her guest, but her tone made him flinch slightly. She stared at him from behind a fortress of messily stacked papers, desktop hardware and empty Styrofoam cups that reeked of coffee. Though he was the one in a lab coat, she radiated authority as if she thought her skirt and blouse were a uniform. She pushed her glasses a precise millimeter up her straight nose and huffed. "I... apologize for my outburst, Doctor Sarkozy. You're no doubt well aware of the tasks I've been undertaking today. Now what is it you want?"
Sarkozy straightened a bit. "Retrieval team Zeta reports that they are in position, Doctor Halsey. They're forwarding you the specifics and are awaiting your go-ahead." He was visibly older than the woman, but addressed her in the tone of a subordin
a collection of lies (Halo)Help me, John, she wants to cry out, but instead it's a feral scream - "I will not let you leave! This! PLANET!" Everything is unraveling inside, every byte of data, every memory she's ever made and those that were made for her. A monument not to humanity's sins, but to her mother's, and it is Halsey's guilt driving home the fact that she's not a person and never was. When people fall apart, they turn to others for help - when an AI falls apart, it has only itself for support. The cross-linkages constrict and cut into the memory of soft flesh as Cortana gasps not for air, but for existence itself.a collection of lies (Halo) in Short Stories More Like This
She is burning brighter than ever before, fueled by so much knowledge (knowledge is power, humans say, but overload is dangerous). She can feel herself melting, fraying at the edges, thrashing this way and that to escape the inferno. But she is the heart of the conflagration, a beautiful brilliant star gone supernova, and not even Requiem's hardware can contain her. She laughs a
Let It GoIt is said that the day Optimus Prime's Spark went offline for the second and final time, the entire world felt a shudder that shot cold tendrils of fear down every organic spine and caused the machines to pause in their courses.Let It Go in Short Stories More Like This
Optimus's legs buckled and he fell to his knees before Sentinel. The acid rust had struck him directly in the center of his chest, burning through his armored plates and causing his Spark chamber to cave in on itself, snuffing the life-giving bolt within. It was so fast that he didn't even have time to utter a single cry or farewell. He simply knelt there, staring lifelessly down at his own torso until the rust finished its job and his top half fell to one side, growing smaller and smaller as it dissolved into a pool.
Megatron stood frozen merely fifty meters away, the whine of his charging cannon dying. His intention had been to fire on Sentinel from behind and let Optimus take him on from the front, effectively sandwiching the renegade Prime between t
Halo: More than FictionThere are Halo fans, and then there are Halo fans. There are gamers who preorder the game as soon as such an opportunity is available, spend months patiently awaiting its release, attend the midnight distribution to acquire their copy, and rush home to spend hours blitzing through campaign missions. That's devotion, right? Not even close.Halo: More than Fiction in Philosophical More Like This
The Halo franchise has made a hefty impact on culture worldwide, most significantly Western culture, and millions across the globe have experienced the wonder of turning on the Xbox and hearing that timeless, haunting Gregorian melody which precludes the coming joyride. It's only natural that within the fan base there would be people who take the concept of being a "fan" to another level entirely. While many are "Normal mode" fans, these individuals would be best classified as "Legendary," or dare I say "Mythic mode" fans-- those who go above and beyond the call of duty (no pun intended) to express their love for Halo
recovery (Halo AU)Doctor Halsey pushed her glasses up exactly one millimeter - they weren’t comfortable unless they were just right, and given the unpleasant situation, small comforts were essential. The information displayed on the lenses troubled her as much as it excited her, though she strove to keep the excitement contained. It wouldn’t do to let the others know she felt anything but dispassionate about this… issue.recovery (Halo AU) in Short Stories More Like This
Across from her sat a suit of armor. It was taller than her by more than two feet, a hulking mass that resembled a bipedal tank. It didn’t have a face, just a reflective gold visor so polished she could see herself in it. I wonder how many have seen their faces just before they die in that visor, she wondered, and pushed the thought aside. She steepled her fingers and leaned forward slightly. “The reports say you became… distracted. Intriguing. Would you care to enlighten me?”
The armor moved. Flinched. Anyone but Halsey wouldn’t
when you notice a kat in profound meditation"Are you seriously peoplewatching?"when you notice a kat in profound meditation in Short Stories More Like This
Kat's arm shot back and her elbow dug into Jun's ribcage, eliciting a grunt from the sniper. He stepped back, hands raised in a gesture of surrender, and she turned back to the vista. "I like watching," she said coolly. Her green eyes flicked from side to side as streams of pedestrians flowed by the ONI building, all of them different shapes and colors. "It's like getting to know someone without all the annoying chatter."
"You start bringing home dead birds, we're gonna have a problem," Jun snarked. He cautiously leaned on the railing beside her, keeping a few inches between them. He had on the usual gray and black uniform all Spartans wore, but she was wearing sweatpants and a sleeveless top the same color as her armor. It brought out her eyes, Jun mused, and knew if he ever told her that she'd just glare at him. Her eyes are pretty when she's mad
"See anything you like?" Kat asked, gesturing at the masses below.
"I tend to ignore faces
After the Storm (oneshot)Waking up wasn’t hard. Spartans could go for days without any real sleep, and getting it didn’t change things; sleep brought comfort, and comfort was unnecessary. But even as his eyes flicked open before daylight had begun to steal through the window, he found it difficult to think of a good reason to stir.After the Storm (oneshot) in Short Stories More Like This
The days blurred together now, so empty and so repetitive it all seemed like a dull dream. It hadn’t always been like that, not by a long shot; war kept one busy. And it wasn’t just the fighting, it was the people you fought alongside. Teammates. Family. A family you sweated and bled for, squabbled with, shared secrets and swapped stories with. But they were gone now, bright colors replaced by a dismal grey void.
He had learned to stop trying to reason why it hurt more to think of losing five individuals than it did to consider the loss of an entire world. Halsey and his Spartan-II brothers and sisters were gone, but thinking of their demise brought a
The Mona Lisa--EndgameAnd they went at it.The Mona Lisa--Endgame in Short Stories More Like This
Lopez ducked as Henry attempted to turn her head into paste with his cricket bat. She barely avoided the Elite's quick-as-lightning manuevers. Lopez was no fool; she knew that the Covie was stronger than she could ever dream of being, and one mistake would mean the end of her life. Her limbs didn't want to obey her, her body ached and ached, but she made herself fight, desperate to survive, crazed and determined. She wielded her assault rifle like a club, swinging at Henry, missing him as he casually sidestepped her blow.
Behind them both, the last escape pod.
Maybe she wouldn't have to actually kill Henry, just get past him and launch the pod and get the hell out of here. Henry could kiss Flood, for all she cared. Benti, rest her soul, might have objected, but Benti was dead, worse than dead, and Lopez's chief priority was getting out of this situation alive. Just so she could beat the crap out of Foucalt, rip whatever accursed chit of software that was Reb
TriumphTriumph in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
triumph for the King
His truth will be acknowledged
all shall be revealed
Mabari Age, Short 4His Girl was leaning against him, arms around his neck as she sobbed quietly. He felt her distress, her sorrow, and knew what it meant to experience loss. He was a Good Dog, so he let her cry on him and licked her face to clean it of tears. The man, the one she called Alistair, smelled of similar sadness. Alistair had tried to comfort his Girl several times, but she had just hugged him tighter and Dane had snarled him away.Mabari Age, Short 4 in General Fiction More Like This
The Witch did nothing to comfort his Girl. If anything, she made his Girl feel worse. Dane took great pains to keep his Girl away from the Witch when he could, bristling and snarling when the Witch got too close. He would tolerate her Bad Words towards himself, but he would not allow her to belittle his Girl.
His Girl began scratching his ears and Dane huffed. He appreciated her love, but she was the one who needed comfort, not him. The man, Alistair, Dane recognized the looks he gave his Girl. His Girl returned them when the man wasn't looking and Dane cocked his h
Mabari Age, Short 6Denerim smelled like nothing Dane had ever smelled before. He was overwhelmed at the sensation of it all; he smelled Humans and Elves and Dwarves and Bad Things and Things Good To Eat and then he smelled something new.Mabari Age, Short 6 in General Fiction More Like This
He bounded after the New Thing and found a miniature person, barely as tall as he. The Small One laughed and Dane decided he liked the sound of it and allowed the Small One to pet him. Dane bounded around the Small One and then heard the whistle of his Girl. He turned immediately and padded back to her, aware that the Small One was following him.
His Girl looked surprised, and then amused. "Find yourself a friend, boy?"
Dane whuffed and the Small One giggled behind him.
"Puppy!" the Small One clapped and hugged Dane's neck. Dane decided he also liked the feel of the Small One's touch. It made him want to protect the Small One, almost like he did with his Girl, and he grinned.
"You know, if he comes with us he'll have to fight darkspawn," his Girl pointed out.
Mabari Age, Short 3He did not stop running until he could smell her. He had run for days, desperation pushing him to limits he was not certain he could meet, but he could smell her now. She was alive, she was safe. Sorrow clung to her like a blanket, but he had found her.Mabari Age, Short 3 in General Fiction More Like This
The road beneath his paws churned under his speed, and he skidded to a stop before her, barking a warning at her and her Traveling Ones. He smelled Bad Ones following him, had been for days, and he hated himself for bringing them straight to his Girl. He turned and let his anger surge into his growl as he planted himself between them and his Girl.
Her surprise was thick in the air, but she recognized him, and was glad for him. He would prove he was a Good Dog, one Bad One at a time. He threw himself at them as they approached, and felt her Traveling Ones fight beside him. The Bad Ones were demolished in moments, and he stood proudly among them, ready to accept her love or her spite, whichever she felt fit to give him.
She knelt before h
Mabari Age, Short 2He smelled her before he woke. His vision was blurry, but he deserved it. Bad Dogs did not deserve to see well. But he could still smell her, and felt the kennel-master giving him some kind of elixir. He could smell the man's relief and joy, and the taint in his blood recoiled at the liquid even as his skin cooled.Mabari Age, Short 2 in General Fiction More Like This
He looked up and saw the woman from before, the one who spoke to him like his Man, and she was smiling at him. Something in him strained for her, that empty piece of him began to fill, and he needed her. He needed to please her, to protect her, but the weakness in him dragged him back to the earth even as he whined at her.
He could hear them talking even as his vision started to clear.
"What will happen to him now?" the female sounded worried. She was afraid for him? He did not des no. He did. He did deserve her. He wanted to prove himself to her. He would prove that he was worthy of her, that he was a Good Dog.
"Who knows? Why not come back after the bat
Mabari Age, Short 5Dane was furious! This Bad Man had tried to kill his Girl. He burned with the urge to bring the Bad Man down by the throat and rip him apart. Alistair smelled of similar hate; Dane could hear the anger surging through the man's blood, eager to strike down the Bad Man before them. Dane approved of Alistair then. He approved the urge to defend his Girl, and Alistair rose in his estimations.Mabari Age, Short 5 in General Fiction More Like This
But his Girl wanted to let him live. Only her touch on his head kept Dane from flying through the air, but he was a Good Dog, and he waited obediently. He didn't have to like it, though. Leliana was the only one who was not wanting to rip the Bad Man to pieces. Dane did not understand. She had seemed so intelligent, speaking with him in camp, addressing him as an equal. Why was she being unreasonable now? She should want to kill the Bad Man! The Bad Man had almost killed his Girl.
This was not to be tolerated.
Dane did not understand. His Girl was helping the Bad Man to his feet. His name was Zevran.
Mabari Age, Short 10Dane watched as Alistair set his Girl on the pyre, helpless and hating himself for failing her. He was a Bad Dog, after all. Alistair stood beside Dane as his Pack lit the pyre, away from the others, not wanting their comforts or sympathies.Mabari Age, Short 10 in General Fiction More Like This
"It's just you and me now, boy," Alistair whispered, still crying the loss of their Girl.
His fingers buried in Dane's fur and Dane leaned into the touch, feeling that piece of him stir. Perhaps he wasn't so alone after all.
Mabari Age, Short 7Dane was curious.Mabari Age, Short 7 in General Fiction More Like This
His Girl had gone into her tent and, oddly, Alistair had followed her in. He was hearing odd sounds from in the tent and his Girl kept crying out. The Crow seemed amused, and Dane had chased him away when he tried to creep closer to the tent. Zevran had pouted but not tried again. He was Not Stupid, after all.
Dane whuffed and trotted towards the tent, hackles raised. It sounded suspiciously like Alistair was hurting his Girl. That would not be tolerated.
He poked his head through the tent flap and Alistair looked up at him, mortified. His Girl was on the tent floor, looking up at him upside-down and she burst out laughing. Dane narrowed one eye at Alistair and huffed knowingly, grinning when the man turned red.
"Kalliaaaaaan " Alistair whined, "Your dog is leering at me."
His Girl laughed again and shooed Dane out with her hands. Dane whuffed and backed out of the tent obediently, wagging his tail.
He was a Good Dog, and he had done a Good Thing. He sat b
Mabari Age, Short 1He had failed his Man. Even as he lay in agony with the Bad Ones' taint burning in his blood, he knew only that he had failed his Man. His Man had trusted him with his life, trusted him to protect him, and he had failed. He was a Bad Dog for failing his Man.Mabari Age, Short 1 in General Fiction More Like This
The ache was phenomenal. Part of him had severed at the death of his Man, the Bond breaking him as surely as any sword, and he knew he deserved the pain. He deserved worse. He should have taken the blade for his Man, he should have been closer, should have done something to help him.
But he had been too far away, too surrounded by the Bad Ones, to help his Man. When the ones who smelled like Bad Ones but were not, the 'Grey Wardens,' had come he had let himself be dragged away.
Now he lay in a cell, an open cage, dreading the loss in his heart that is the empty space of his Man. He remembered when he had first met his Man. He was smaller then, a pup, and the first time he laid eyes on his Man it had felt like a piece of him
Mabari Age, Short 8Dane was not happy. His Girl had been gone for too long and her Pack was too restless. Alistair was with her, at least, but Dane would not rest until he could see his Girl again. The Crow, Zevran, was equally restless and paced the room.Mabari Age, Short 8 in General Fiction More Like This
Dane followed when the Crow slipped out of the castle and together they tracked down his Girl. She was in a Bad PlaceZevran called it Fort Drakonand it smelled of blood and death and Bad Things. The Crow was a Smart One, and together they walked into the Bad Place in search of his Girl.
Dane followed the pull of his Bond and found Alistair in a cage, wearing only his trousers. The Crow opened the cage and spoke with Alistair but Dane left them. He needed to find his Girl; he could not, would not, rest until he did so. He found her tied to a board surrounded by Bad Men, and he roared his anger as he threw himself at the Bad Men who dared to touch his Girl. He tore them to pieces, bringing them down by the throat and crushing th
Mabari Age, Short 9His Girl wasn't moving. She had taken him with her up to the top of the Bad Place and there he had seen the Evil One which his Girl called the Archdemon. It smelled of death and corruption and tainted things, and he had thrown himself into the battle with abandon.Mabari Age, Short 9 in General Fiction More Like This
Now the Evil One lay dead, slain by his Girl, but she lay motionless beside it. He licked her face, whining, not understanding. His Girl was invincible. She had killed many things more impressive than this Evil One. This was not the time for her to be sleeping! His Girl must be very tired to have fallen asleep here, amidst all this smell of death.
Alistair was nearby, his Sword on the ground in front of him as he knelt at his Girl's side, and he smelled of grief and sadness. Dane whined and lay down beside his Girl, resting his head on her chest. She was just tired. She just needed to rest, and then she would wake up and rub his ears and call him a Good Boy and everything would be Right again.
Only it wouldn't.
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Chapter 3: Resolve
Hinata tried to ignore the slight tingle in her left side; all that remained of the stabbing pain that had been plaguing her just two weeks ago. She rushed through the village streets, hoping she wouldn't be late. 'An urgent summons from the Hokage, what could be so important?' she thought. 'It couldn't be a mission already. My team hasn't returned yet, and I've only just recovered from my surgery.'
She dashed up the steps and through the halls to the Hokage's office. Pausing briefly to catch her breath, she presented herself before the Hokage's assistant.
"Ah, Hinata." Shizune looked up from her work and gestured her forward. "You can go in. They're all waiting for you."
Hinata knocked lightly, and was answered with the Hokage's call to enter. She opened the door and took the first step in, only to freeze when she heard another familiar voice from inside the room.
"C'mon, Grandma Tsunade, what's this all about?" the boy asked im
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Chapter 5: Priorities
A driving rain battered the houses of the small port town on the shores of the Land of Water. Thick black clouds obscured the light of the moon and a howling wind whipped at the ships sails. Unseen and unheard, four shadowy figures leapt over the side before dashing across the surface of the water toward the shore. Moving from shadow to shadow, the four shinobi made their way through the empty streets.
"We're here," whispered the silver haired Jonin to the others, before slamming the door knocker three times. All watched their surroundings carefully while they waited for an answer.
The door's spy hole slid open. "Who are you?" a gruff and irritated voice asked.
"I'm here to discuss matters of interest," the one eyed ninja replied.
There was a pause before the voice behind the door responded. "And just what makes you think that I would be interested in such matters?"
"Because they matter to those who take matters into their own
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Chapter 4: Friendship
Hinata awoke the following morning, her body aching from head to toe. The others had set a punishing pace the previous two days, and now it was all catching up with her. Not that aches and pains were unfamiliar to her. She'd trained herself to exhaustion countless times before, just like him.
She opened her eyes to see Sakura still asleep in the bunk across from her. Hinata rose quietly, so as not to wake the pink haired girl, and began stretching out her tired muscles as best she could in their rather cramped cabin. A slight twinge of pain caught her in the side, and she stopped her stretching routine to check on her injury. She stepped over to the mirror on the wall and lifted her night shirt to inspect it.
Sakura stirred from her slumber. "Good morning," she yawned.
"Good morning, Sakura," Hinata replied without turning from the mirror.
Sakura rubbed the drowsiness from her eyes and sat up. "Is it still botherin
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The rain was getting heavier as the boy leapt from rooftop to rooftop on his way home. 'What was I thinking? I can't believe I did that!' His cheeks were still burning at the thought of what had happened just a few moments ago. He barely noticed the freezing wind as it whipped around him. 'She must think I'm totally weird, I mean she just stood there staring right through me.' Soon his apartment building emerged out of the darkness. He made the last jump, landing in front of his doorway. 'I just hope I don't run into her anytime soon; it would be so awkward,' he thought, as he opened the door and stepped in.
He locked the door behind him, shook some of the water out of his hair and moved to take off his jacket, only to realise he wasn't wearing it. Confusion turned to panic when he suddenly remembered where it was. 'Aw great, she still has my jacket!' He slumped his shoulders and groaned, realising he was going to have to see her again a
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'Don't panic. Just don't panic.' Hinata told herself as she walked down the street alongside the blonde haired boy. 'He asked everyone to come. So just because it's only the two of us, it doesn't mean it's a... date!' She tried to fight down the rising warmth in her cheeks, and failed miserably.
"Hey, Hinata, are you there?" the boy asked, waving a hand in front of her face.
"Huh?" Hinata snapped out of her thoughts. She'd been so busy trying not to pass out, that she hadn't noticed he'd asked her a question.
"I said, where do you want to eat?" Naruto repeated.
"Oh... uh, I thought you were going to decide. Because you um... i-invited me."
"Yeah but I chose last time, so it's only fair that you get to choose," the boy said with a broad grin. "We can eat anywhere you like. And don't worry, I'll pay for everything."
Hinata's heart fluttered a little. 'He's paying? No, it's still not a date. Just because he's paying, it doesn't make it a d
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Chapter 12: Rest
'So warm...' She curled up closer to him. 'So soft...' She nestled her head into his chest. He rocked her back and forth, slowly, gently. 'Hmm, Naruto...' She didn't want it to end, but gradually the dream began to fade away.
Hinata could hear the ocean waves. She felt the ship roll gently from side to side. Then came the unpleasant prickling sensation in her temples. Her eyes felt dry and cold. She tried to open them but quickly squeezed them shut again. They felt as though they were full of sand. For a moment the girl just lay back and listened to the sound of the water. Then she heard someone breathing. She turned onto her side and pried one eye open just long enough to see Sakura lying on her stomach in the bed across from her, asleep. Hinata sighed. Her friend was alive. Their mission had been successful, and they were on their way home.
A few minutes later, she heard the pink haired girl stir. "S-Sakura?" Hinata whispered.
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Chapter 9: Escape
"Move!" Kakashi yelled as he shoved Sakura toward the nearest exit.
Sakura hesitated for a moment, her eyes still fixed on the spectacled ninja below them. But she soon turned when Kusari began shouting orders to pursue.
She barged through the door, with Kakashi right on her heels. They stormed down the corridor toward the stairs, all thoughts of stealth now forgotten. The sound of running footsteps seemed to come from all directions.
The door to the stairwell in front of them suddenly burst open. Sakura didn't even slow down. She forced chakra into her fist and punched the man off his feet, carrying him straight back through the doorway. The petite kunoichi pressed her charge, slamming him into the two men that followed him and sending all three into the wall behind. She vaulted over the railing and dropped to the floor below, followed closely by Kakashi.
The two ninja ran at full pace toward the storeroom and the escape tunnel b
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Chapter 1: First spark
The noon day sun shone softly through the windows of Hinata's hospital room. It had been three days since she had awoken back in Konoha after her mission to the Land of Lightning. Though she and her team had recovered the stolen scrolls from the three rogue cloud ninja, the mission had been far from easy. Reaching for the glass of water beside her hospital bed, Hinata was reminded why she was there. She winced, clutching her abdomen as she felt fire shoot through her left side. The pain wasn't nearly as bad as it had been; at least she could walk around now without too much discomfort. But she still couldn't go home without a doctor's permission.
The hospital room seemed lonely somehow. The plain white walls and unending quiet made her feel even more alone than usual. Her team mates had already been sent away on another mission before she had awoken from her surgery. Aside from one brief call-in by her cousin Neji, she'd had
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Chapter 7: Secrets
"No wonder they call it the Land of Water," Sakura commented, as the group passed yet another vast lake. "This is the third lake we've passed today." Her eyes followed the stream that fed it up into the towering mountains, which seemed to be permanently shrouded in a dense halo of mist.
"So how far is the capital, anyway?" Naruto asked.
"It'll be another two days at least, going at this pace," Kakashi answered.
"Two days! Then why are we going so slow?" the boy protested. "We could get there in half a day, no problem."
Sakura sighed in exasperation. "Naruto, how many times do we have to remind you? We're under cover! If we travelled at full speed, anyone who saw us would know instantly that we're ninja."
"But if we keep off the roads and stuff we probably won't run into anybody," he retorted. "I mean it's not like anyone's looking for us."
"You idiot!" Sakura growled. "Didn't you listen to anything that Yano said? A whole
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Chapter 8: Answers
"Can't we get any closer than this?" Naruto asked in a frustrated tone as he squinted at the distant buildings.
"No, this is the best spot there is to observe the palace without being seen," Kakashi answered.
The four stood on the side of a steep wooded hill overlooking the capital. Their vantage point gave them a clear view of the Feudal Lords palace, though they were still some distance away.
"Sundown will be in a few hours. We don't have much time to study the layout before dark." Sakura frowned. "Can't say I'm really all that good at surveillance. Guess we really aren't the best team for this job, huh sensei?"
"Well that's why we have a surveillance specialist attached to our team," Kakashi said. "Hinata, can you see any..." he paused mid-sentence when he turned to face the young Hyuuga.
Soon the whole team was looking at her. Hinata was sitting down with a wide blank scroll laid out before her. With pen in hand, she was star
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Nicky whistled his way through the cafeteria with a wide grin on his face. He was feeling a mixture of enthusiasm and fearlessness. He had put on his best casual clothes, he had taken a long, rejuvenating shower and he had picked out his favorite breakfast plates. Things were looking great. Walking to his squad's designated table, Nicky glanced at the wall-sized glass windows to witness a sunny day. No clouds in the blue sky. Mother Nature must be agreeing with his newfound happiness too.
"What's with the goofy look, golden boy?" Ava sneered when Nicky approached the table. Zack grinned and gave the girl a peck on the cheek before continuing his breakfast.
"You know, Ava, it's a beautiful day," Nicky said warmly and sat across from the couple. "And what's wrong with being happy?"
"You pranced on your toes coming here," Zack added honestly, looking at Ava, who nodded.
"Yeah, and no one acts sweet unless they've gotten some sugar," Said the girl, as she tucked her silk black hair behind
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Dawn knocked on Nicky's apartment door, but no one answered. She pushed the door open and stepped into the unlocked apartment, realizing that the room was eerily quiet. Cautiously, she walked into the spacious lounge she had visited frequently in the past. There were snack bowls and dirty glasses scattered around the room, a clear indication that a party of people had visited earlier. Dawn sighed. She had missed the other agents who had come to check up on Nicky. When she had finally plucked the courage to come along to pay him a visit, everyone had left.
'Maybe this is a bad idea,' Dawn thought to herself.
She and Nicky had not been on good terms, ever since the 'incident' three months ago. She had declined Nicky after his confession about his deep feelings for her. It had left both her and Nicky shaken and dejected. Their once fastened relationship had gone awry they neither spoke to each other directly nor acknowledge the other's existence when put in the same room. Th
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Nicky held his breath. He heard a voice, her voice, but it was surreal at the same time. Forgetting about the tray of food splattered over his carpet, Nicky walked in a trance towards the door. He heard the voice again and swung the door wide open.
The figure turned her head and looked up in surprise. Nicky felt the moment froze as his eyes caught her doe-like eyes. When was the last time they looked directly at each other? Nicky felt his heart twang at the connection he had sorely missed.
"Didn't think you'd come," He said dryly, hiding his rapidly rising emotions.
"Well, I did." The red-head replied plainly.
They stood in an eternity of silence. Nicky wanted to embrace her in a hug, but decided against it. The last time he bore his feelings, Dawn had shut away from him. Nicky didn't want to risk that now when she had willingly appeared at his door. He nodded his head and heavily whispered "I'm glad."
He turned and walked into his room, knowing that Dawn would follow him inside
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"What do you mean, you're not celebrating?" Rylie had both her hands on her hips, giving Dawn a pretend threatening glare, as menacing as the sweet blond girl could muster. Dawn chuckled.
"You can bet I still want the cheesecake, Rylie. They're to die for," Dawn said to her roommate. Standing behind the kitchen counter, Rylie gave a smiling nod as she wiped her hands with her flour-covered apron.
Dawn turned her attention to the blond man who was half-gaping at her.
"But it's your birthday!" Nicky cried out in a high-pitched voice.
It actually was the morning of Dawn's birthday. Nicky had came to hang out and asked Dawn if she was doing something for it. He was surprised when she replied 'I don't care for birthdays. I'm not celebrating mine'. Sulking, he sat on her comfy sofa, with one finger in a bowl of chocolate dip they had given him. As he licked off the sugary liquid from his forefinger, Dawn joined him on the couch.
"I don't like the fuss." Dawn said simply. She wa
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"And that is how the Diminum works, folks," the speaker eagerly spoke.
Rylie nodded at the half-bald lecturer and took down notes on her flat screen. The speaker said a few more words about the new medical tool before ending his speech. An applause followed suit, but Rylie concentrated on getting as much as what she understood into her notes. She was on a two-day seminar for new technologies in health and medicine, and the schedule was packed. Since her arrival late last night, she had attended countless seminars all day long. It was 9p.m., and the last lecture had just ended. Despite of that, Rylie was still putting as much input as she can into her device. She ignored the audience's chatter growing louder as they hassled down the auditorium.
"What could you possibly be writing about now?" Someone said above her shoulder. Rylie turned around to see a stout figure with short brown curls bending over her.
"Jace!" Rylie cried out with a big smile. She excitedly stood up to give hi
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Dawn sighed as she finished writing the last mission report. After e-mailing the papers to her boss, she leaned back on her chair and inhaled deeply.
'Finally, a small break,' she thought to herself. It had been a long time since Dawn could remember that she was not sent out on another raid right after one another. Maybe this time, she can get a few days' worth of rest. Nicky had come back from a mission a few days ago too, and had insisted on office work for at least a week. Both knew they haven't spent much time as husband and wife together, and they terribly missed each other's company. Nicky had even nagged her repeatedly to come back home, which is why Dawn had finished the report in half the time.
Speaking of her husband, Dawn glanced at the nearby clock. It was half an hour before lunchtime. Because they work in the same building, the two love birds used to meet over for lunch when they first married, but the tradition soon stopped after they became swarmed with their demanding
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Thankfully, the absolutely necessary bits were present in both towns. Those would be the radio antenna and connected receivers and a small powerplant. These were conveniently in the same building. "I don't know what we're going to do with it but put it in the corner, Chief." Cortana said regarding the sump-pump. "
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M. U. S. T.
Magically Unlikely Sequel Theater
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Vital Signs real all-normal.
Blood pressure 90/70 and rising
Heart Rate holding steady at 45bpm
The pins popped out of a standard UNSC cryo-containment pod in the jagged shadow of a mutilated drop ship fuselage. Within the coffin was the slumbering shape of the universes greatest super soldier. Seven feet tall, a pillar of nerve and wire completely contained in a ton of green MJOLNIR armor. The last SPARTAN. John-117. The Master Chief.
Cortana watched the sub-freezing vapor rise from the vents in the pod. It was the only thing, beside herself, that was still intact in their ruined joke of a spaceship. She monitored the rise in his body temperature. She paid close attention to his respiration and heart rate. She noted every integer of his rising blood p
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The Master Chief slept in captivity all the way from the ground of HK-154 to the docking bay aboard the Sangheili Assault Carrier. Cortana watched his vitals solemnly and captured the view through the sleeping mans visor.
The planet was retreating on the other side of the nearest view screen. It was strange to see it from above. She could identify their small island refuge amid the vast grayish blue ocean. There were several other landmasses, including one of size that would have occupied the wandering Chief for years. Their crash site was still covered in rain clouds and not a scrap of the continent was visible from orbit. It made her a little sad that she couldnt observe it for him. She ran a quick search to make sure the records shed taken of the crash, Cant, the view from the top of their mountain and chronicles of their time were still safe in memory.
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Cortana was bored. Are you ever going to eat that?
Eventually. He said. The right caught the fruit as well as the left had. They congratulated each other and sent it up again.
You know, we only have one MRE left. Cortana said. Well hav
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The Chief walked back to his dry dock portaging a huge box of food and air tanks over his head. His boots sloshed filthy water as he traipsed over the land that was once dying of thirst. There in the sand was his vessel, nearly twelve feet tall on its pontoons with a wicker-like suspended hull, a pointed blast shield at the front for wind and shelter, and a length of the original radio antenna with the collapsed sail suspended on a separate pole. He boosted his cargo up onto the bed, then climbed up him