Metallic Matters Chapter 4“Let's get ta' business now,” came a heavily accented, silken voice from the black muscle car, headlights bright and glaring.More Like This
“Woah..a Challenger...” Will murmured, despite the situation. Logic seemed to leave when confronted by some spectral ghostly derby about to happen in this crowded and dark alley. It was like some....British model was taunting him, with a voice like poisoned honey. The kinda thing girls find, for some reason, “hotter than lava.”
The black-haired man scowled, the scars along his face moving with the corners of his mouth, and clenched his fists, eyes narrowed at the new arrival. Without even turning, he spoke.
“Hotshot, I'm takin' a wild guess that there isn't another way outta this alley, is there?”
“That's what I thought...” he said, the rookie's silence confirming what he was hoping against.
Best...fraggin'...day ever... He thought grimly.
He stood like that for
Metallic Matters Chapter 3Sally grabbed her sweater from the coathanger, then ran for the door, hoping she would get to will before it was too late. What could have happened that had shut the call off like that? What if he crashed and...?More Like This
“No! I soooo totes don't wanna think about that!” Sally blurted out loud, as she reached the living room, trying to slip her arms through the sweater sleeves.
“Sally, dear. What's the problem? Did you, like....forget something at Zoey's house?” Asked her mother, who was looking into the ivory mirror, touching up her glamorous eye shadow.
“Mom, can I borrow one of your cars? I need to help Will! He could totes be in super bad trouble!” Sally said, panic making her voice crack, and spooking her mother to the point she dropped her mascara brush onto the maplewood table with a clatter.
“Yeah, dear! Take the Ducati motorcycle, fastest thing in there right now, everything else is, like, still in the shop.” She replied, grabbing a
Metallic Matters Chapter 2Zoey trudged into the apartment lobby, her makeup running down her face and quite present on her knees, hoping the receptionist wasn't paying attention. She just wanted to get to her bed upstairs, she didn't want to see anyone at all right now. Luckily, the lady at the run-down front desk was filing her long nails, smacking her gum loudly, rather than pay attention to who came in the front door.More Like This
The shaking teen trudged up the grimy stairwell, not feeling like riding the beaten-up elevator, trying to figure out just what had happened while holding back the rest of the shock from today's encounter.
Soon, she walked through the door that lead to the hall of apartments including hers. She shuffled past each door, numbers on each one, some rusted while others were clean. Her green eyes on the red carpeted floor, until she stopped in front of the door that lead to her apartment.
Zoey stared at the door, at it's numbers that had lost their sheen long
Metallic Matters Chapter 1 (one-shot) I felt as though I was flying above the city streets...like I was suspended mid sky-dive. Below me...I heard a black truck screech around the curb, a smaller, sleeker yellow car zipping close behind it....were.... they following that black muscle car?More Like This
They weren't just following it.
They were shooting it.
“No! Stop shooting, you idiots! Turn around! It's a trap! Listen to me, please!” I yelled, feeling a painful fist of fear stab my stomach like a frenzied swordsman, trapped in some cage. Who were the drivers? Did I know them? I only felt the need to stop them from following that muscle car to..whatever trap he had planned.
The Black truck only sped up, doing the exact opposite of what I'd yelled, and the yellow car following it.
More blasts, more shooting, more fear that threatened to break my fluttering heart.
Then, the black muscle car skidded to a halt, and, in the fog, a dark silhouette took its place, and in my head, I heard a deep
Beh questo e presto per essere un addioThis is like...bad. I start registrations in a couple of days and I soon realized. THere will be no time on the computer. With my family, or my close friends on OBNOOC. *lowers his horns sadly* I would hate to not talk to you all in a very long time. Sometimes, life is going to call louder than fun things. I have to accept the fact that I might not be on for long periods of time. But I promise you all. Family and close friends...I will come back to talk to you all on Chat or comments.More Like This
It sucks to be like this. I have to spend the last few days of my summer for something. *laughs* Can't believe it came so soon for all of us.
To The Fairest - The PartyEris sneered at herself in the mirror, thinking to herself, This is going to be terrible... thinking of how she's going to have to act like she likes Brian and whomever he introduces her to over the course of the night while trying to gain her money. She tried twirling in the 90%-skin-tight sparkly gold halter dress that reached to her ankles without success and almost falling over. Great, she thought. She tried her best to make it to the Manor without falling on her face.More Like This
Brian stood at the door as she'd told him to. He smiled at her and she put on a fake one as he took her hand and led her into the ballroom. She looked around her at the massive mansion and smiled, thinking, I'm going to be so rich!
"You look beautiful," Brian whispered in her ear. She tried holding back her sneers and scoffs and reflexes to give him a false sense of trust. She smiled up at him. "I'm glad you came. Would you like me to get us some champagne?"
She nodded. He went off and she