The Girl in Ikebukuro Chapter 5More Like This
Shizuo cautiously placed the once again unconscious girl in the duffel bag. He knew he had to get her to Shinra again so he could fix her arm. He hurried because he didn't want her to wake up inside the bag, he also hurried because it made him uneasy knowing he was carrying someone in a bag. He knocked on Shinra's door, unzipped the bag, and picked up the raven haired girl carefully. When Shinra answered the door he took one look at the girl and urged Shizuo inside. "What happened now?" the underground doctor asked. "Stupid kid was climbing out of the window with a rope made out of sheets. The knots came undone. I caught her but I heard a popping sound." Shinra took the girl's left arm and examined it. "It's dislocated alright, but nothing I can't fix." The young doctor pulled the girl's arm snapping it back in place. Her eyes opened, she yelped and pulled away from Shinra. "W-Who are you?" the girl said as she cradled her left arm with her right. The two men looked at each other, unsu
The Girl in Ikebukuro Chapter 3More Like This
As soon as you wake up a deep pain comes from your stomach. You moan and lift up your shirt to see a huge bruise over your lower torso. 'How did that get there?' You wonder. That's when you realize you're in an unfamiliar room. Like a normal person would, thoughts race through your head as you try to piece together what happened. That's right; you were walking home from school when two thugs tried to mug you. Then that man came and you blacked out. Panic swept through you, throwing the covers off you sighed with relief. 'Ok I'm not tied down, or undressed, so where am I?' You decide it's best to investigate the room and look for anything that might be a clue to where you are. A chair is by the bed; on it is your backpack and your New York Giant's baseball cap that your pen pal from America gave you. All of your stuff was here, but what was that by your backpack? You lifted it up; it was a duffel bag. You unzipped it and found nothing inside, except a few strands of long black hair that
More Than Pretty To MeMore Like This
The way you narrow your eyes of honey brown,
Or the way you smile at me for falling asleep on skype.
The way you make a face for no reason and act like it's nothing.
The way you fall asleep next to me,
Or the way you brush your teeth the moment you wake up.
The way you hold my hand with yours so soft,
Or the way you touch me to break the silence.
The way you make me laugh for no reason at all.
The way you lay your head on my shoulder,
Or the way you link arms with me to cross the street.
And the way I swear I could look at you forever
And be the happiest girl alive.
That's how I know,
You're more than pretty to me.
You're fucking gorgeous--not just physically--
And I always wish it to be.
Generator Rex: PoisonedPART 4More Like This
In Providence, the spy was being taken away. Biowulf snarled as he passed. The agent looked at him.
"You're a disgrace to Providence and your kind. Traitor." Biowulf said. The agent humphed, and he was led away. Dr. Holiday was standing beside Biowulf, and noticed a few red drops on the floor near him. She raised her eyes and saw the source. Biowulf's shoulder had been hit by the agent's wild shooting.
"Your injured." she said, concerned. Biowulf glanced at his bleeding shoulder.
"It's nothing. I'll be fine." Holiday gently pulled Biowulf's arm towards her lab.
"Come on, let me patch you up." she insisted with a kind smile. Biowulf sighed, knowing there was no use in arguing.
"Fine, but first we need to alert Rex..."
Aurora, Rex, a