(ok then but first want to have my character Marcos arriving)
He was now in Hatsumi's apartment... and looked around. When Hatsumi said she had her own place he had assumed she lived with a family member or friend but at her age she had her own apartment. He wanted to ask where's her family as he saw photo's of her with a man which he assumed to be her father, the funny this was the man actually resembled his half brother.
Izuma looked at the photo which she had, and turns to her.... and didn't see much of a family resemblance but he didn't want to pry into her past, and he was nervous just being here with her anyway. "Thats a nice picture with your father, you look very happy there" he says to break the silence and he can barely make eye contact with her.
Izuma puts the photo down and just sits on the couch twiddling his thumbs thinking of what to say that won't embarrass him.
The plane had landed and off came a boy with a long jacket and dark hair with goggles on his forehead. The jacket was blue and under it he had a black t-shirt which showed his muscular frame and black jeans with boots on. He had a chain belt on showing off his radical personality... as he walked out the airport, he saw a woman waiting for him and she ran up and hugged the boy with his backpack flung over one shoulder Mother:"Marcos...oh its so good to see you... I just got back from work abroad as well son." Marcos:"Great to see you to mom.., hmmm i don't see King in the car but where's my little brother with split personality haven't seen Izuma and Kaito in a long time?" Mother:"He's at school and King has work... so i thought i'd come meet you here, so come one lets put your stuff in the car and head home." Marcos:"Well I kind of wanted to go... ummm see my dads daughter......" he siad
His mother dropped his suitcase that she had attempted to carry.... she actually teared up as she remembered Marcos's father and was young when she had him and there was a lot of issues between the couple. He was a good man loving and kind but she was a different person back then and wanted more, she had left him and took Marcos with her and moved away. Mother:"Wow... such a kind boy I have... (She began to cry) I am sorry for keeping you from him Marcos I was selfish I thought since he was working and our relationship was falling apart the courts would grant him sole custody, as i was going though some things im not proud of. That man never stopped loving you... and i heard he took in a child, which helped fill the void"
Marcos stopped his mother right there.... Marcos:"Oh stop crying mom its not like i never met him, he did come visit me at the boarding school you sent me to, and told me about my sister...Hatsumi.. now that I graduated I'm going to be the best big brother ever. Also i made peace with dad death mom, and i'll find a way to make him proud..but i'll go after I settle in at home lets go" he says hugging his mom and walking to the car.
Ryne sat down on the bench outside of school as the other kids got picked up. he was the son of a farmer, so his family lived miles away from the school, which meant he usually had to wait a while to be picked up.
"really? That's him? but...he's a kid." the girl who had said this was 18, had golden blond hair, and was sitting on top of a building near the school. most people would barley make out Ryne from that distance, but with her dragon vision, Alexandria could see perfectly fine.
"yes, that is the boy you will teach." the little girl who was sitting next to Alexandria said.
"look, I get that you are the dragon of Guidance, and I even get your obsession with little kids, since you are also the dragon of purity, but you told me that only I was powerful enough to train this legendary dragon, and now you are telling me it's some small fry who can barely sing his A,B,Cs? Sorry, but I don't have time for babysitting." Alexandria said to the little girl. who had an angry face on.
"I AM NOT OBSESSED WITH CHILDREN!" she screamed "I am in this form because as a dragon aspect I take the form of my Aspect, which is Purity, and children are the purist beings alive." the little girl said, matter-of-factly "besides, you owe me a favor, If you have forgotten, it was I who saved you from execution."
"Alright, I will consider the boy, but if he does not past my trial I am done." ALexandria said, turning her attention back to the boy on the bench.
Sayuri steps out of the bathroom, set and ready for bed. She makes her way to her room, fuzzy bunny slippers gliding across the carpet. She opens her door and freezes. Eyes wide, Sayuri staggers back and screams, slamming her door shut. Her brother Yuuta comes racing towards her, and is quick to ask what is wrong.
Sayuri can’t speak as she just gestures a trembling finger towards the door.
Slowly, Yuuta opens the door, and then produces a heavy sigh. He then looks at Sayuri and shakes his head. “That’s Todoroki. Go and make a better first impression.” With that, Yuuta walks back to his own room.
Sayuri heavily blinks, her mouth in the form of an ‘o’. She opens her door once more, and cautiously makes her way inside. Closing her door behind her, Sayuri looks at the creature.
“So you’re the famous Todoroki,” Sayuri tilts her head, “I imagined you a bit. . . bigger. And more scary looking?”
The feline spirit laughs, “If I were to go into my true form, this house would be no longer, foolish human.”
Her eyebrow twitches. She then jumps as he is suddenly in front of her, “So this is who I must deal with now?” His tail flicks, the bells jingle. “Ha. They seem to be getting worse as the generations go on.”
“Rude!” Sayuri gasps. She knits her brows together and folds her arms over her chest. “Well for your information I never asked to get stuck with you, either!”
Todoraki produces a powerful laugh. He then begins to fade away, an orange aura surrounding him as well as the twin blades on the floor. Then, Todoraki is gone, and the blades stop glowing. Sayuri just stands silently for a minute and then tosses herself onto the bed. She shoves her face into a pillow, and screams into it.
With that match over Kori went to the back....
Echo walked up to him
Echo-"Hey Kid good match that means your my next opponent hope you heal up and we have a good fight."
Kori smiled and responded "Of course i saw your fight to and your pretty strong i can't wait till our match."
Echo grinned..."Great seems like you have the same hunger for battle as I do...you remind me of me anyway the next match is coming up
and i get a bad feeling from that Chris Sponder person."
Kori got a serious face "Yea i can recognize the strength in others but i this guy give me the creeps."
"NOW FOLKS THE NEXT MATCH IS CHRIS SPONDER WHO BEAT HIS PRELIMS IN A FLASH VS THE VERY AGILE ALPHA NORMAN CAN THE BLUE HAIRED FLASH PUT THIS AGILE FIGHTER DOWN...LETS SEE FIGHTERS BEGIN
The fighters are in the middle of the ring....
[Sponder]"You should give up now maybe you might live." he says
Alpha smirks and in a stunning display of power the match was over and everyone was speechless
Even Echo is stunned as well as Kori
[center]"What was that power... did he cause that damage with pure energy... is that even possible." kori says
Echo looks on..."I only know one person.. who had a similar ability... my father Cyrus... maybe this Chris Sponder knows him...but
its much different from Master Cyrus... i can't figure it out."
Kori- "Well the winner of our fight might have to face him... do you know how to beat that technique?"
Echo - [i]"No... as you see the destructive power it has... Alpha may have dodged it but this Chris Sponder has immense power to beat him with that
The fighters left the ring but Alpha had to be helped out of the ring by paramedics...
Eric walked through the dark Hallway, a light at the end was his destination. "Is this how it should have been? a dark tunnel and a light at the end? isn't that what most humans saw at the end of their lives." he thought to himself. "why didn't I see one then?" Eric Carter Smith had been officially pronounced dead 3 months ago, cause of death unknown. "Such a normal name..." was the last thing he heard before he died. a normal name, for a normal boy. when he "woke up" a few hours after the Funeral, the man who had killed him was standing over him with a shovel. "Out, now. we have to go." the man said. Eric remembered how he got up slowly, out of his own grave, and immediately fell to the ground again. "that will be the poison, must still be in your system. I should have known you where a light weight." the man smiled at this joke as he picked Eric up. "alright, I won't be doing this too often." he said. "where are we going, Mister Hunter?" Eric had asked, unsure if he wanted to know the answer. "call me Finn, oh, and you'll be needing a new name as well, and while you took your little dirt nap I came up with a pretty cool one." Finn Hunter said "from now on, around humans anyway, your name is Blaise Hunter. and as for where we are going, well, we vampires call it the Festival of life. the one day of the year we either drink ourselves stupid to forget our past lives, or remember them fondly. either way, it's sure to be a fun first night as a newblood." Finn said, smiling as he zoom off through the dark streets.
Eric finally reached the light, it was coming from a small window in a door. he opened it to find hundreds of thousands of people in one large hall, all dressed in cloths from all different eras. Eric was, of course, dressed in his funeral cloths, which fit perfectly with the theme of dressing as you would the day you where blooded. Finn was in a corner, dressed in a long black trench coat, a frilled white shirt, and what appeared to be a pirates hat. Eric walked over to the table and began to eat with his new "master" or whatever he was supossed to call him. this was his first day as a vampire, and it would be one of the few Bearable moments for the rest of his eternity.
Grendel is able to walk at that point through the memory....he places his hand on Isabelline at that point in time... he resonated his soul with her trying to put her pain to rest until he is surprised because Isabelline in the memory grabbed his hand and threw him across the room.
He crashed into the wall but rebounded and landed and landed on his feet.
He looked at Isabelline who aged before his eyes to her current age now... and she was different......
Her hair was ragged she had red eyes and a dark sadistic expression on her face... she then bolted for the door and it closed before her...she almost made it out....
Grendel was still trying to understand what was going on ...the little Isabelline was still frozen in the memory so this must have been Isabelline's soul or at least a part of it.
Grendel was treading carefully ....while he looked at the crazed looking Isabelline who was banging on the door "LET MEEE OUT....YOU BITCH...LET ME OUT...YOU CAN'T KEEP ME LOCKED HERE FOREVER"...she was banging on the door and thats when it hit grendel the door that is blocking Isabelline soul is keeping inside this insane personality at bay....
she started screaming trying to break the door down... she then turns her attention to Grendel....he realized that this must have been the moment this dark personality was repressed... the key to Isabelline's power was her ability to resonate with multiple types of soul's insane or otherwise.
The dark Isabelline walked closer ..."You...YOU...GET ME OUT OF HERE NOW!!!!"
She screamed powering up.... and Grendel felt the raw power...the same level of power that Isabelline gains when she resonates with her weapons but sharper...wilder...he looked at her and it was like a wild animal scarier than beowulf....he was actually worried.
The dark isabelline charged at him and back in the real world Grendel let go of Isabelline and slide backwards the shock from the attack broke the link...and she awoke...
(Isabelline)"What just happened... was i sleep"....
she said and Grendel looked worried but he gained his composure....
(Grendel)"No your fine isabelline ... just get to your room you shouldn't be out at this time..." he says.
Isabelline nodded as she didn't remember a thing but just wanted to go to her room..
Swarming down the stairs, Walter and his two younger brothers trample over one another. They shove at each other with elbows, smiles forming on faces and heavy laughter being produced from each of them. “I’m going to beat you guys today!” Walter exclaims, his brilliant blue eyes lighting up. But it’s at that moment Walter trips over his own feet, and tumbles down the last two steps. This delay enables the younger boys to sprint ahead and then veer into the kitchen. Their home is one of the few larger ones within the small fenced-in community. There are two floors, which only four other houses have. Four bedrooms and two bathrooms, as well as a full-sized kitchen and dining room and living room. All of these are privileges.
A stern voice arises from the kitchen, wafting with the smell of cooking meat. Most likely the cow Walter had butchered the other day. “Boys, be careful please. We don’t need to take another trip to Doctor Fritz. I think we’ve bothered the poor man enough this week.” Walter knew his mother wasn’t really complaining, seeing as she had a thing for the community’s only doctor. The thought makes Walter snicker as he trails slowly behind his brothers, who are already sitting at the four-chaired table. Walter doesn’t go straight to the table, but instead does what he always does, and begins helping his mother with lunch. As he flips the diced up meat in the stovetop pain, he enjoys the sounds of the sizzling. With a quiet exhalation, Walter glances over at his mother.
He looks over at her just in time to see a cake being pulled out of the fridge. His eyes widen somewhat, moreso in surprise. It was rare for his mother to ever bake ever since her bakery had been shut down. Ever since their father had passed away. . . “Mom.” Is the only word he can muster as he chokes down the clump in his throat. He quickly wipes away the threat of tears before they can become real, and regains composure. Swiftly, Walter hugs his mother, and she nearly drops the cake.
“Happy Birthday Walter!” His brothers chime, followed by his mother whispering the same in his ear. She sets the cake aside and returns the hug. The now eighteen year old tightly grips onto his mother, allowing the waterworks to flow as she begins to do the same.
He knows what this day. . . His eighteenth birthday. . . marks.
as Harold walked back to the office he sees a figure standing in wait outside the door, Harold pays him little mind as he attempts to eater the office. As Harold opens the door the figure begins to speak. "so you haven't been dreaming about Amy the entire time i was gone, your stronger now." the Figure ends. Harold tenses not knowing who this person was and still half dazed from going on his rampage during his fighting match but the mere sound of Amy's name causes him to clench his fist and make a swift turn on his heel sending his foot at the figures head with amazing speed. when he feels impact he looks to see all he hit was a hoody. Harold begins to get into a defensive stance but is already hit in the rib and falls to the ground from the impact. the figure pulls on its hoody before Harold is able to catch a glimpse of his face. the figure begins to speak again "you waste to much movement and you were two slow in your transition to defense." the figure sighs. "disappointing, if this was a real fight you would be dead."he begins to walk away as Harold, slowly and shakily, gets back to his feet. Harold clutches his rib and opens the door with clumsy hands. he attempts to take deep breaths as he slouches behind the now closed door of the disciplinary comity.
A/N: Ah, it has been a while since I last posted a creation here, even though I didn't finish any of it. Well, this creation is based on this: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wpCkOifkp38
As I am a yuri fanatic, I wasn't satisfied that it was only 4 minutes short. I am going to use the characters' respective names and hopefully, their personality also. This is kind of an experiment. I probably won't focus all my attention in this one because I have tons of planning for my orig fanfic to do, tons of homework to do (i have four courses at the same time which are physics, chemistry, math, and english ), and ceramics for art (clay thingy. tons of research and hands-on work).
*sigh* I really want to ask myself as to why the fuck I took so many courses at once.
Rui is still upset about what happened to the point she fears anyone with a kendo stick thinking it could be the assailant who had attacked her and her friends.
Lili and Nathan have been walking home with her .... and she doesn't want them to but they have been. (Lili)"Next time boss lady you'll get him" she says trying to cheer Rui up.
Rui stops..."Where did you guys learn to fight like that?" she asked
Nathan sighs.. "our family is a bunch of mixed martial arts champions... me and lili have learned different styles but we've been fighting since we can remember" he replies. Rui walks off ...."Maybe if i knew how to fight then maybe that wouldn't have happened but either way i don't want nothing to do with this kind of life i'll just stay at home and get a job soon enough and live my life.
she has been through a couple of ordeals no thanks to Moshi but also they have been solved by Moshi usually through him stabbing her but still she never fought they were just random issues that she overcame thanks to him.
Some female students from a rival school of nammimori approach her it was the female gang the black widows. (gang leader) "Look what we have here a nammimori student crossing our street... should we teach her a lesson" the gang leader says as the other girls snicker and laugh behind her.
Rui backs up... and looks around and doesn't see Moshi..."AHHH THIS IS ONE OF YOUR PLOYS ..Moshi...Moshi... this is one of the times i would like the dying will blade" she says backing up slowly but Moshi is in a tree...
Hyato is walking by and see's the gang of women approaching Rui...(Hyato) "OH no ooo why did they have to be women swordmen don't harm women.." he says watching. Lili is looking she didn't want to help because when her and Nathan helped Rui lost confidence in herself... Nathan wanted to go home..."Can't we go home sis" he asked
*Lili* "Quiet.. no its just that i wanted to walk...this way home" she says then noticing the girls about to attack Rui.. she runs in front of Rui..."HEY YOU IGNORANT SCUM LEAVE BOSS LADY ALONE OR ANSWER TO ME" she screams. Pete sighs in relief he was about to be sad that he couldn't step in.
*Rui* "Ha boss lady i told you that you didn't have to call me that its Rui" she says slightly cowering.
*Gang leader* "What you ordering me to do what ladies lets show them the sting of the black widow" she says and the women charge at them.
*Nathan* "Oh no there big sis goes again" he says as a rock flies from the scuffle and hits him in the head..."OWWW....GOTTA STAY CALM" he says with tears welling up in his eyes. Rui watches as Lili takes down all the females...*Lili* "Is that the best you got" she says punching one in the face then sweep kicks the next... she then runs through all the women her fist flying at blinding speeds and then all the women drop. Lili is smiling and she runs to Rui.."you ok boss lady" she says and Rui nods in amazement..."WATCH OUT" Rui screams and Hyato's eyes widen as the gang leader pulls out a katana and slashes at the two catching Lili in the leg luckily she dodged last moment. Lili gets angrier..."WHY YOU SNEAK ATTACKING WORTHLESS PIECE I WILL KILL YOU" she screams attempting to get up despite the wound but Hyato runs in front of her..."Big sis please stop... its ok miss Rui will handle this" he says looking at her and somehow calming her down. *Lili* "Ahhh he's right boss lady i seen your skill... show her" she says.
Rui looks shocked... "MEEE" she screams. *Gang leader* "Ha this shrimp will beat me... ha here" she says tossing her a katana... and charges at her. Rui screams and slightly unsheathes it and blocks the swing but flies back..."OWww im sorry guys i wish i could protect you two" she says scared
*Moshi* "If you can't win do it with your dying will" he says as saito had turned into a blade and he stabs Rui with a dying will blade and she falls and rises up again her clothes burning off. " REBORN !!!I WILL BEAT YOU WITH MY DYING WILL" she says surprising the gang leader as she goes into a frenzy with the blade still in the sheath and she beats the leader with overwhelming power speed and strength. For the final attack she hits her on the forehead knocking her out. Hyato looks on..."AMAZING she had to join the kendo club" he says as his eyes sparkle. The dying will flame burns out.. and Lili and nathan hug Rui..."We knew you could do it boss lady but you have to stop taking off your clothes" lili says. Rui looks down.."MOOOSSSSHHHIIIIII" she screams
as you see him in the tree smiling.
My name is Luana Blaine, better known as The Giver.
Sounds like a superhero or some mutant or something, huh?
Well, I’m none of the above. . . though some people may consider me to be.
My job is to grant the wishes of children, teenagers, and adults who are on their “death bed”.
Yes. I grant wishes.
I get to spend days, to weeks, to even months with these patients. . . learning things about them that the doctors and families would never know. Some of their darkest secrets, and some thoughts that they are too afraid to share with anyone else.
Part 1. Toby
once upon a time, Cry, Pewdiepie and Toby decided to do a livestream together. Tobuscus had rented an old house from a sketchy man in a black trench coat because he advertised it as being atmospheric and because Toby knew they would need a place no one would find them, so cry wouldn't have to worry about getting a picture taken. as he walked through the dense woods he pulled out his phone and started vlogging. "Audience? wha-? what are you doing walking through a dense foggy forest towards an abandoned house? that is not a smart idea. bahaha, so, um I rented a house out in the middle of the woods because, you know, that's just what I do, ya know. no, seriously though, me and pewdiepie and cry, cry? cryaotic? whatever, who knows, right? we have finally decided to do a livestream together, you guys have been suggesting it for, like, a while now, and I...I am excited. umm, what else...griffin is here, say hi griffin" the screen twansitions to griffin "help help I'm being dragged out to the woods to be killed by axe murderers." quick twansition back to toby "what? no that is not what is happening" back to griffin "yes it is, please help, Toby is a bad owner and he is going to get me killed." back to toby "no..you.shhhhh shut up....Bahahaha umm, the winner of yesterdays t-shirt is annotated at the bottom right of the video, if you wannaentertowinatshirt like and post a comment about..ahhh woods, creepy woods...axe murder.....trees...badadododododododo subscribe outro of darkness then redness then whitness then boop" he sets his phone to post the video to youtube and puts it in his pocket as he finally reaches the old house.
Zev's eyes drift away from the slim girl with the bow and scan the surrounding area with very little interest. Amongst the chaos and bloodshed, he appears almost bored as he watches children fall around him. But no one dares to approach him, he's much too big. In his hands he holds a mace, swinging it back and forth. But nothing seems to take his interest. The others were making short work of the bloodbath. Something does catch the District Two male's eye however; two tributes fighting over a backpack and one obviously winning. He watches as the girl falls back onto the floor, sprawled out on her back, and as the boy leers over her, a knife in hand. It's then that Zev moves, swinging his mace into position as he jogs forwards. "Hey!" the boy's head turns, and Zev recognises him as the District Nine boy. He must have been about fifteen or sixteen whereas the girl only thirteen. The boy's eyes widen and he almost drops the backpack in surprise. He opens his mouth - maybe to scream, but Zev would never know - because a moment later, the mace had collided with the side of the boy's head and he had crumpled to the ground. The backpack flies from his grip and Zev kicks it towards Grey, blinking at her with eyes that lack expression. When she does not move, Zev speaks, "Take it," And that's when she stirs. Hands moving about rapidly Grey takes the backpack between her fingers and with one last look at her 'savior', pushes herself from the ground and runs towards the rocks. Zev blinks after her, feeling just a little sorry for the young girl. She was partially sighted, he could remember at least that. His eyes travel down to his mace and he frowns at the blood still dripping from the spikes. He deserved it, Zev tells himself with a curt nod.
Skene murmurs something incomprehensible to himself. He had wasted time helping that little girl; everyone had already gathered supplies and the bloodbath had truly begun. A backpack would do, a weapon would be even better. Had the little girl gotten out okay? Probably, he hadn't heard her cannon anyway. His eyes move to his District partner, Lyra, as she attempts to leap across the river but slips and land in the fast-flowing stream. She would be fine, but how would he fare? At nineteen years old he was the oldest tribute, but not the most capable. Of course he'd be targeted. Knife. . . His brain conjures the word before he even spots it. Skene's eyes light up as he sees a backpack still left untouched and just a few feet from it, a knife. But his expression falters when the District One boy catches sight of him. Talon, Skene believed his name was. Smirking, the blonde haired boy starts on his way towards the District Eleven male. Skene takes a cautious step back, his gaze moving quickly between the other tribute and the backpack. Talon notices this and steps towards the supplies. Taking the backpack in hand, he continues to smirk at Skene, "You want it?" his tone is mocking, and Skene has to resist the urge to leap forward and strike him with his fist. The District One boy chuckles darkly, "C'mon, we'll fight for it," he takes the knife in his left hand and tosses it lazily towards Skene who catches it with surprising ease, "No tricks, c'mon Eleven. You're not a coward, are you?" Skene glares daggers at the pretty-faced boy in front of him. Arrogant. Cocky. Stupid. Everything Skene wasn't. He didn't even care that all around him, children were falling. He could be next. And so he turns and he runs, much to Talon's dismay. But the District One boy does not give chase; there were bigger fish to fry.
Until finally, you feel as though your only escape is it.
I guess I shouldn’t have let it get this far.
But it seemed right at first. . .
Stranger. Gazing at me with vacant, hazy, gray eyes. Their pale lips quiver, parting somewhat just as a droplet of sweat trickles. The perspiration slips past the upper lip, and trembles down the bottom. It travels a lean chin before breaking apart from skin and plummeting to a sink; water running on high to drown out the heaved breaths. The stranger’s entire face is a sickly hue. Papery. Blue veins visible on a drenched forehead – as well as a point for several strands of thinning onyx hair to cling. This face used to be. . . Alive.
I know. Because it. . . it used to be mine.
Vision blurs, and the stranger begins to dissolve. Tears boil over, streaming down cheeks and meeting the same fate as that droplet of sweat. They all collapse within the cracking sink, mixing with water, only to be forced down the drain. My fingers curl against the bathroom counter, hands on either side of the sink. My head lowers, chin connecting with rattling chest. My heart painfully throbs, an irregular rhythm a reminder of my mistakes. Every pulsation causes my ribcage to unnaturally lash against lungs, only to send off more pain receptors. A beat is skipped. My legs give a hefty shake before giving in. Bringing me to my knees.
My hands slide off the countertop, fingertips brushing against the cool marble, passing over a forming crevice. Arms fall limp at sides, head still bowed. Each heartbeat is off. Not one corresponds with the next. It’s an orchestra gone wrong. No tempo to rescue the cacophony. Eyelids are suddenly weighted. Filled with lead. They seal shut, plunging me towards recognizable darkness. I feel so sick. Yet. Not.