Muse of Iz

Blood Revival

2006-12-04T04:40:15Z

Pain and humiliation no longer mattered to her. Azrael could at least feel that much in her soul. She was truly pitiful. Blood streamed over her naked body from several points. The most obvious being her wrists, feet, forehead, back, and vaginal area; he could only imagine what the cretins had done. Only a child but already her spirit was on the verge of breaking from the act of violence inflicted on her. Stroking her hair he saw she couldn’t even acknowledge his presence. Engulfing her in his cloak he lifted her from the cold stone she had been ravaged on. Suddenly he could feel her thoughts….

Ten Years Later

Magdalene pressed against the brick as if to become part of the wall itself. Strangely she was not as scared as she thought she should be. True, her companions were sweating, but she was not. Apparently she was not scared of terrorists killing people held up in a church. The thought seemed kind of cold to her. These terrorists had been killing a person every hour since they took over the church. No nothing to be afraid of.

She quit joking to herself and released the safety on her gun. The police were useless in a case like this. The cowards would not even enter the church. Once again the vigilantes would be the ones to take action. It was not there fault she knew but she still harbored some bitter feelings for the police since…..

The time was perfect. They were choosing their next victim. Seeing them through the stain glass windows she could tell that they were not prepared like they were at the moment of killing. Inside the velvet pews were full of quivering people awaiting their deaths. The alter stained in the blood of the preacher who was the first to die.

Pointing at a small girl the villains seemed to have chosen their target just as the window exploded and a figure rolled to a landing on the ground between the lead terrorist and the hostages. Her sleek figure stood pointing guns over her shoulders. Firing each laky behind her fell one by one. The hostages hid in the pews from the flying bullets. Magdalene glared at the leaders.
“Heathen pigs,” she said as she aimed at them. The guns clicked empty. She looked at them. “Shit. Well I guess I will have to do this the hard way.”
“What the?” one of the terrorists asked.
“You don’t have extra bullets?” The other asked.
“Nope on a budget” she mumbled as she pulled out two knives. “Like I said…the hard way...”
“Do you honestly think that you can kill us with those wimpy knives? You obviously don’t realize what you are up against.”
“You are vampires…”
The two looked shocked at her response.
“Two young inexperienced vampires with very little stamina for combat with an opponent such as me.” She calmly said. Once she finished she launched in a flash at one of them jabbing a knife into his heart like a steak. “And these babies are silver.”
The vampire coughed blood as he fell to dust. The other screeched and tried to flee when the outside forces opened fire reducing him to dust in a manner of seconds. Magdalene sighed as she walked to the door of the church unbolting it. Without saying a word to the survivors she moved back to the window and exited the way she came in.

MEANWHILE

Pathetic that was the only way to describe what he was hearing. Seth was truly appalled by the horrid performance by his latest creations. The were supposed to find him a child for his dinner but the turned it into a rampage that ended up in their deaths. Angered by the thought he bit into his human servant drinking him dry. His eldest “son” came to him and sighed.
“Master, that is the third servant this month that you have slain; yet you still care not.”
“No I do not, Lance. Now leave me to my prey.”
“Yes, master…”

ELSEWEHRE

His raven hair blew in the wind as if it were silk. Miguel was right about that particular shampoo. Scary thought that a male vampire would know such things. Azrael did not really care but the thought was humorous. His hair had not always been that color but he got bored of the brown color.
“Man, I am bored.” He said to himself as he gazed over the cityscape. The air was cool and gentle against his skin. He enjoyed the night scene better every time he saw it. The stars were not as bright due to the lights of the city but he did not care not that much. However, he was very bored. He had fed for the night but it was only 11:30 and much too soon to return to his home. Besides, his brother Vladimir was always telling him to get out more.
His heart skipped a beat as he saw the bats fly across the sky. A younger vampire but one of a different clan in his clan’s territory on the night of the full moon and that was never a good thing. He knew that there had been some at a church but they had died an hour ago. His gaze followed it. It would only be a matter of time until one of the other brothers would destroy it. He decided not to bother.

NOT TOO FAR AWAY

Moron, which was the only word that Magdalene could find to describe her father after his lecture to her squad, she knew she should have been more discrete but it was just not her style. She liked the bastards to know she was there. Anyway she sulked into her room. Not even bothering to turn on the lights she began to undress. Her clothes smelled of sweat, blood, and explosives. She never had the light on when she undressed. If she did she would look in the mirror and see her scars. Those very scars were the reason her name had been changed. The very source of all her anger lay in those scars.
It had been ten years but the memory was hard to get rid of. She stepped into her bathroom to shower. The water felt so soothing, almost as if it washed away all her pain and anguish. After her shower she garbed herself in clubbing attire. She did not really like clubbing but it pissed off her father and she was still a bit rebellious. Her golden hair found its way into a pony tail. She gazed at herself in the mirror.
“Whore…” she mouthed to herself as she turned away.

AT THE CLUB

For a woman who spent her time killing monsters she was impressed with how she could work it. The club was full of different types of people and she was all too happy to forget they were even there to dance. It was then that he caught her eye. He was tall, with pretty raven hair. Garbed in tight black pants and a loose sapphire blouse he was very different from the other guys in the club. His facial features were strong yet graceful and his build was nice too. She felt her mind slipping into the gutter but at the same time felt a bit of nostalgia.
Watching her watching him, it seemed like a moment from an old movie. Azrael knew he had seen her somewhere but placing that moment was not his top priority. What was he supposed to do? Contemplate the past when a sexy girl way eyeing him at that very moment? Screw that came to his mind as he watched her dance and work every curve she had on her healthy body. Her hair was pretty and golden and her features held a certain tainted innocence. It also helped that she was wearing a tight scarlet tank over fishnet and a miniskirt over black leggings.
When that song came on she started really working it. It amused him that humans liked songs about “humps” so much. Even when that was not the most crucial part of the female body but even he had to admire them. Just as he decided to join in the vampire he saw as bats entered the club. His ember eyes glowed red as he shrunk back to observe from a distance.
He knew that he could find suitable prey for his master here. Lance hated that they lived on the old side of town. There were many people to choose from but he knew that his master would want a girl. He always did for some reason. Lance knew he could attract a healthy young woman with his platinum hair and graceful looks, but with the hustle and bustle it would be harder than it seemed and he knew it.
It was then that he saw the girl who slipped off tempo in her dancing slightly to watch him as he stalked around. True he was not masking his power but still… she was just human. She was pretty, not the prettiest there so he turned his attentions to a voluptuous woman to her left. He began to dance with her and work his spells. The woman seemed to try to resist him, humans could only do that if drunk or strong willed. He was betting on drunk. As he began to make his spells stronger the girl he noticed earlier got in between them and led the girl away from him. She even glanced back at him. Angered he could not help but feel she knew what he was doing.
The girl had guts; Azrael could say that much about her. Coming between a vampire and his target was never a good idea. Now that he knew what the invading vampire was after he decided to move in closer at least until he saw the strange vampire move towards the girl.
Magdalene turned to look at the approaching angered vampire. Quickly assessing the situation she flicked him off and ran out of the building. Her heart raced as she realized just how reckless she was being. Cursing at herself she ran down a dark alley to get away from the people on the street.
“Be damned my humane nature.” She mumbled to herself as she knew she was making one dumb move after another. She felt even worse as he appeared in front of her, his eyes glowing red.
“Aren’t you the bold one? Or are you just stupid?” Lance asked the girl.
“Just stupid.” She replied without hesitation. He found himself taken aback by that.
“You are immune to my charms, you piss me off, and then you use stalling tactics…” he talked to her as he moved closer. Surprisingly she was not backing down.
“You must be a weak vampire if I am immune to your charms…” it was not true but Magdalene said it anyway. Just to make him agitated. It certainly worked as he moved to strike her.
“You are not supposed to be here.” A voice came from behind the vampire causing both of them to be startled. Magdalene looked to see the man she had been eyeing in the club leaning against the wall of the alley in a cool manner.
“What? Where did you come from?” The vampire asked.
“I am part of the clan that runs this territory. And you are not a member of our clan. So you should leave.” His voice seemed to have a growl to it.
Magdalene quivered at it. She kind of cursed as she did. But it was so overpowering to her for some reason.
Lance glared at the vampire. Something was different about him but he could not put a finger on it. But he did not want to back down to him. “I am just going to take my prey and leave.”
“Like hell you are.” The two said at the same time. They glanced at each other and then back at Lance.
Azrael decided it was time to assert authority and grabbed the vampire by the neck slamming him into the wall. He glanced at the girl who took the message in his eyes very well and ran away. His attentions returned to the idiot before him. He could feel the fear in his opponent. Their eyes met and a stare down began. Such a contest signaled the beginning of a fight. Azrael would gladly accept such a challenge. What he didn’t count on was his brother’s interference. Vladimir slammed into the ground next to him.
“Azrael, release him and let him return to his territory squealing.” Vladimir ordered.
“Why?”
“The eve of father’s awakening is soon I will not have a war started before that.”
“Fine,” he growled in annoyance. “You are getting off lucky you pig.” He hissed as he scratched the throat in his release. The vampire did not hesitate to take to flight and vanish back into his territory.

A LITTLE WAYS AWAY

As Magdalene entered the facility her father stood before here with an agitated look in his eyes. She just walked past him heading towards her room.
“Why do you do this to me?” he asked her.
“Because you don’t stop me.” She responded. She headed to her room and collapsed on the bed. That vampire crept into her thoughts as she lay there. He was so pretty but more than that he saved her. Most vampires would not do such a thing. It made her think of that time. But not the bad stuff that usually made her cry. She thought back to the arms that held her close and kept her safe. They were not her father’s and not anyone in the organization’s arms either. She did not know who he was but he reminded her of whoever that was. Imagining that time she cradled herself to sleep.

ELSEWHERE

Sighing in relief at his fortune of finding a nice well endowed woman on the way back, Lance gazed at his master as he finished feeding. He loved his master but sometimes the guy was just plain scary. Today was one of those days. And how was he supposed to tell him of what happened?
“So why are you injured?” Seth asked his loyal child. He appeared closer to Lance and let his hand go over the mark on the young neck. His voice purred as he asked and Lance could not hold back an answer.
“I was confronted by the local clan of one of the areas I searched.” He confessed. He awaited the anger of his master but instead he felt a gentle hand in his hair.
“Which district was this?” Seth asked calmly. Lance had risked a great deal for him to get him a meal and he was more thankful than Lance could realize. He was kind of angry but Lance had earned some degree of mercy that night.
“South West… there were two of them. And they spoke of an awakening.” Lance told his strangely merciful master.
“I see…” Seth’s glance faded into the distance. “That will be all for tonight, you may go and feed until time to rest.”
“Thank you, master.” He left
Seth returned to his throne. He knew what was to awaken and what it could mean for his plans…

IN THE STRONG HOLD

His father’s coffin was well protected with several spells. True that it was not Azrael’s place to start a war but he REALLY wanted to fight that weak little coward. As he stared at his father he wondered why he was waking up after all that time sleeping. Day drew near and he decided to get some sleep; after all he did spend a lot of time partying. He walked out of the chamber and back to his room. It was so lonely looking with its closed in walls and no windows and the candle light made it worse as he had no one to share it with. Depressed he lay down on bed, he had no coffin, feeling hatred burning in him for himself. He wanted to kill that vampire, but more than that he wanted to be drenched in his blood. Disgusting was not enough to describe his desire earlier. The girl had been calming to him but once she left… the girl? His mind wandered off with that question alone remaining constant as he drifted to sleep.

As the sun finally finished setting Vladimir awoke with a strange feeling. Disturbing him to the point of worry he rushed to the east wing to see his younger brothers gathering.
“You felt it too Vlad?” Miguel asked.
“Yes, he is no longer there. I will search for him the rest of you go about your night.”

He had left early again and didn’t recall doing so. Azrael gazed at the family he had just drained. He hated his blood lust but he loved it as well. He began to wander looking for another victim or two. It wasn’t long before he stumbled upon them… There were about five of them. Organizations had existed for centuries but for some reason they were far more obvious now than they used to be. For one thing the all black gear and weapons kind of gave them away. Also it was not that they feared him it was WHO he saw.
The girl stood by the leader with her hair pulled back into a tight braid. She looked shocked to see him but soon was distracted by the blood on his coat. He suddenly felt guilty and hypocritical as he had saved her the night before but he was a killer in front of her now. He gazed at the leader. He knew him, that man was not worthy of being anywhere near those fighters.
“Well hello there, Carl. And a hello to you, young miss.” Azrael bowed to her.
“You know this vampire, Carl?” the girl asked.
“Of course, he is a real pain in my…” he began. Azrael just began to laugh to himself. It was funny to think that no one but him knew anything about Carl. The girl glared at him and he smiled at her. The wind picked up.
“You have committed crimes that are even horrible for you, Azrael.” Carl seemed to be asserting authority.
“I could say the same.” Azrael challenged. He did not want a fight for some reason but it was so much fun to make Carl mad.
Carl charged Azrael with his gun drawn. Bullets flew but did not hit the target. Too fast for pathetic aim, Azrael casually dodged them and got in the jerk’s face and knocked the gun from his hand. Flying at his face, Carl’s fist was tight and stressed as it hit the vampire. Not even fazed Azrael blocked the man’s feeble attempts at fighting him hand to hand. As he jumped back his eyes fell on the girl again. The high winds blew the hair out of her face creating a frame. Across her forehead he could see scars. His eyes widened and his guard failed resulting in a foot to his face knocking him into a wall.
“What are you watching?” Carl mocked. Suddenly Vladimir landed out of nowhere. His cold stare pierced Carl’s soul making him shudder. His dark hair pulled back he appeared very androgynous. He walked over to Azrael and shook his head.
“Brother, can you not stay out of a fight for one night?”
“Obviously not, Vlad,” Azrael grunted as he stood up.
“Your gorged you fool.”
“Hey, since when did you become mother?” Azrael glared at his overprotective brother.
“Since you forced me into that position, now come back to the manor. We have problems and we need someone to hold down the house while I get my dinner.” Vladimir knew that he would never accept it but he did not care.
“You are a dork you know that?” Azrael moaned. He looked back at the humans and sighed.
“You are not leaving!” Carl called out. He motioned and his three men fanned out and prepared to open fire on the two. Vladimir seemed to prepare for impact for some reason.
“Wait!” The girl called out. All parties looked at her.
“What for, sis?” Carl scoffed. “Are you infatuated with them or do you really have a problem?”
“Sister?” well that explained it, “I feel sorry for you.” Azrael really felt sorry for her.
“Whatever,” she dismissed him completely. “If you were to fire now dick head you would hit your men.” She pointed to location of the agents.
“I won’t run away from them.” Carl growled. “They are vermin and they should die.”
“Oh drop the self righteous act you freak.” Azrael called out.
“Forget the humans, let’s go.” Vladimir enveloped the two in his cloak and they vanished.
Magdalene looked at her brother and raised an eyebrow. “What did he mean ‘act?’”
“I don’t have a clue.” Carl shrugged. He stared at his little sister. Quickly moving past her he motioned them to follow. “We have other work to do, Nephi, if you have a problem with that then you can just go out to one of your clubs.” They followed him leaving Magdalene to stare as if traumatized that he called her by that name. With no warning she just fell to her knees and grabbed her wrist.
“Are you going to let him insult you?” a familiar male voice called to her. Calming her she turned to see the vampire from before kneeling beside her. Ember eyes gazed into hers. It was the first time she noticed his eyes.
“He is my older brother, there is not much I can do.” She replied.
“So what, I back talk my brother all the time, AND he is a higher ranking member of our family.” He seemed to know her pretty well. “Where did the scars come from?”
“None of your damned business.”
“I know, so what is your name?”
“Magdalene…”
“Azrael, nice to meet you.”
“Tell me something, why did you save me last night?”
“I could.” He responded. When he saw her look he also added, “What did you want me to say because I think you are hot or something?”
“No, but it seems weird that you are kind yet a killer.”
“It happens when you are a confused vampire.”
“Confused huh? Confused about what?” Magdalene was surprised that she was actually talking with him.
“My sexuality. I don’t know. That is why I am confused.” He was kind of amused by her expression to his sarcasm.
“So you like little boys?” She smirked as she said it. Finally realizing that he was cheering her up she decided to tease him back.
“Very funny.” He responded to her joke.
“I thought you were supposed to go home.” She mentioned.
“Well, that was just Vladimir’s way of saying get out of trouble.” He rolled his eyes as he told her. They stared at each other for a while and then he stood up. “Dawn will be here soon I better go.”
“See you around.” She waved at him.
“Need a lift home?” He offered.
“Oh why the hell not?” She shrugged. He smiled as he took her into his arms and levitated into the air. Hugging him tighter she felt a strange comfort she had only experienced once before in her life. It was then that she realized something…

FURTHER AWAY
Carl and his men returned to the organization’s housing facility and saw his father standing at the door looking worried. Not meeting his father’s gaze he started to walk past him.
“Where is Magdalene?” His father asked with a stern voice.
“Who knows, she tends to go out here and there.” Carl felt stupid for lying like that but what did he care.
“You said you would watch her and that is why I let her be on your squad.”
“Hey I can’t watch her every second you know?”
It was at that moment that the wind roared for a brief moment and after it calmed again there stood Magdalene staring at the sky. The men stood and stared at her she looked at them and smiled at her father. Carl’s heart skipped when she smiled.
“What the hell? Where did—when did—what the hell Maggie?” Her father stuttered.
“I got a ride from an old friend.” She seemed to hum.
“Old friend, what old friend?” Carl asked his sister. His body grew hot with unexplainable emotions as he saw her there happy. She simply grinned at him and walked past him. Their father looked as shocked as he could get. Thinking for a second Carl looked up and over to the roof of another building. There he stood his raven hair flowing and his piercing ember eyes glowing. He felt as if that stare held a warning of some sort. He glared up at the vampire with rage consuming him. When the figure vanished he stormed inside with anger greater than he could handle. He reached his room and slammed the door shut and a fist into the mirror. As the blood ran down his arm he began to cry silently.

BACK AT SETH

Screams echoed through the corridor. Lance leaned against the cold stone wall and covered his ears. Though he knew what was going on he still didn’t like them. It was just Seth feeding off of his new servant but they didn’t always scream like that. Only when they were half broken did they scream like that. Glass could shatter with the pitches and hearts could bleed from the agony in the voice. Anna had screamed that way at first. Shaking her out of his head he stood to go to his coffin and sleep away the pain in his memories.
Another one empty, Seth had managed to finish off three servants in a few days. He felt ready for something stronger. Although he knew it was just the full moon was approaching and it always made him stronger. Sitting back he let the empty shell of a human fall to the floor. Closing his mind he stretched his thoughts to his friend “inside.”

AT THE JAEGER MANOR

Miguel was angry for the first time in a long time at Vladimir. Usually he was too busy chasing girls to care but with the stress even that was in the back of his mind. He slammed his hand on his elder brother’s desk and yelled “Why wont you tell us what you are so nervous about?!? That is not Azrael that sneaks out early, I know it is his body but it is not him!”
“Father asked me not to say anything.” That was all Vladimir would say about the matter. He turned and entered his chamber for rest. Miguel sighed angrily and returned to his own room. He hated to admit it, but their father’s will was absolute.

IN MAGDALENE’S ROOM

She was beautiful. Even the messy hair seemed to frame her soft yet strong features. Appearing so innocent and helpless made him want to take her for his own. He did not however, it was not what he was meant to do and besides that it was just plain wrong. Magdalene, no Nephlim was so pure even after her past ordeal that he just wanted to make her as unclean as he was.
As she stirred his heart pounded. “Carl?” she muttered half asleep.
“Hey, sis.” He called to her. “I want to show you something but you can’t tell father about it.”
“Is it here?”
“No I have to take you there.” He handed her some clothes and stepped towards the door. “Get dressed and come to my room if you are interested.”
He left the room and quickly went to his own.
Magdalene stared at the clothes for a moment then thought about the offer. It seemed strange that her brother would do something like this and yet it seemed like an opportunity to prove something she had wondered about for years…
After getting dressed she walked to her brother’s room and knocked on the door.

LATER AT A WEARHOUSE

“This is what you wanted me to see?” Magdalene asked. The place was rundown and deserted and all together quite creepy. She looked at her brother who was walking to the entrance to the place. He did not really answer he just motioned for her to follow. Hesitantly she did follow. Once inside she found it was actually lit on the inside. Well lit and still creepy the room seemed strangely familiar to Magdalene. She walked further in the door to see a set up in the middle of the wide space. Colors or red and black surrounded the whole area. A chill flew up her spine as she realized where she was. She staggered backwards with her eyes wide.
“I am sorry if this hurts you but we need to search this place for clues to a crime ring. Dad doesn’t want us here…” Carl stated. His eyes were hidden from Maggie’s view. In fact she was too busy having a nervous breakdown to even care. Her mind painted that horrible scene from ten years prior around her. Screams flying through the air all belonging to her as they savagely took her. Of course that was only after they had sliced her open. Shaking violently she fell to her knees crying
Carl stared at her. He knew what she was remembering but he had no idea it would be that bad. Guilt filled his soul.
“Oh so she is a weak little girl after all.” Lance entered view from a dark corner. He looked at Carl and then at Magdalene. “She is really pathetic.”
“You would be too if you had experienced such a thing.” Carl growled.
“Keeping up the farce? Fine I don’t care. I can end it at any time.” Lance shrugged smugly as he began advancing towards the two humans.
“Don’t even pretend to be friendly with me you undead monster!” Carl snapped.
“Is that how you are going to be?” Lance sighed. He shook his head as if mocking the man. He knew that it was wrong, but his orders were to reveal the truth to the target. “Hey girl, do you want to know something interesting about that night ten years ago?”
Magdalene gasped as if she was brought back into reality by that one sentence. Carl felt a rush of panic inside of him. He knew he had to deny whatever that creature said. It suddenly became clear to him. All that time…..
“I think she already has an idea of what you are going to tell her.” A voice came from the ceiling. The three looked up and saw Azrael hanging by his feet. As he fell to the ground by Magdalene Lance tensed up. He knew what he was ordered to do and what would be foolish to do. Starting a fight with Azrael would be foolish.
“What makes you think she knows?” Lance decided to try a stalling tactic. As he tried to act like he was not conflicted he noticed a pendent around Azrael’s neck. The bright red gem shown in the light of the room; nice fashion but for some reason it seemed familiar. Azrael also did not seem to be catching on to his tactics. It was then that he felt the pain in his stomach. Blood flew up in front of his face. He did not even realize it was his own at first. He looked out at his opponents to see the girl standing up firmly holding a gun at him. She seemed calm underneath her tear stained face. He could see his lack of reflection in her eyes, but more than that he could see knowledge of the truth without confirmation. That was when he realized he failed.
Carl watched in shock as Lance vanished into the dark quickly. He turned to look at his sister who suddenly pulled it together only to see her pointing the gun at him.
“I only want to know one thing.” She began as she glared at him. “Why did you bring me here?”
“Even if I were to tell you what would you do about it?” Carl asked with a smirk on his face. “I think the real question you should be asking is: is it really a good idea to point a gun at my higher ranking brother?” As he said it at least fifteen agents burst into the warehouse from different directions. She glanced around at the men preparing to fire. She glared at her brother with a look that would kill. However before she could say anything things became blurry and dark…

OHHHHHHHHH papers suck so bad

2006-10-17T01:01:41Z

I hate writing papers Oh I hate writing papers they really really suck. They take up time and fry my mind oh how they suck!

ANARCHY Travels: Chapter One Intro to the Crew

2006-10-08T04:25:03Z

A small beeping noise entered Celts' hearing. Not knowing what it was she searched for the source. The noise grew louder and louder. She continued looking but not finding. Suddenly there was great pain in her head. Something was hitting her on the head. She awoke to see the fist from her alarmclock fall on her head again. She grabbed it as it rose to hit her again.
"I am awake damnit!" she told it. She wondered why she had let Lai create the damned thing for her in the first place. "Lai, I really hate you right now."
"AWWWW why? oh you are late for bridge duty by the way." Lai told her angry roomie. Celts jumped up and screamed something like "Why didnt you say anything!" and ran out of the room. Lai laughed to herself. as she pictured Celts running down the hall. As she did she would pass Alex coming out of the showers, Zach smoking and watching TV, JOJO (Celts' little robot) cleaning, and finally reaching Doc on the bridge and apologizing making up some excuse as he glared.
The goup had been together for a few months now. Zach had been a prisoner on the ship at first until he gave up Alex's location and they went to capture him but ended up hiring them both instead. Zach and Alex had been wanted criminals, Zach was wanted by the authorities for his escapades in gambling and theft while Alex was merely a ship thief. They were both cleared a couple of weeks later when they assisted in the capture of an interplanetary serial killer. Lai and Doc were really the only original members of the crew that had been together on the ANARCHY at the start of their bounty hunting careers. Doc found Celts by accident and she was very willing to join. Lai herself was found by Doc who approached her with the idea of working as a bounty hunter.
Alex appeared in the doorway saying, "Doc wants to see you about the new cell adjustments." She hopped up and ran out of the room ready for another typical day.

important feelings

2006-10-02T02:16:34Z

Haunted Fear

When I get close to a man
I think about that time
When you did that thing and
Nearly crossed a horrid line
I can not trust any of them
And it is your entire fault
Sometimes I want to take the tool
And remove your ability to assault
But you did not understand
And you never will
That makes it hard to hate
As much as I wish
Now the scars surface again
And I partially blame myself
But it all goes back to you I fear...
You and no one else...

Men

They are not all bad
I know it somewhere
But how can I trust people
Who are physically?
Just like him

The longest post in the history of whatever....

2006-10-02T02:03:28Z

w00t

So your a Sorcerer prt2

2006-09-26T01:17:29Z

It was early, Rolan was not sure if he was still asleep or not. He thougt he was awake but when he saw her he wondered if he were still dreaming. Her beauty was not what caught him off guard. In fact, she was quite plain all things considered. She had blond hair pulled back for work, her figure was slender but she had meat on her, and she was not that well endowed from what he could tell. Her eyes were pretty and her features were pixie like, other than that there was nothing special. What surprised him was that he could have sworn he had seen her before. He struggled to think of where as he struggled to remember what he was even down there for.
"Can I help you sir?" the girl asked.
"When are you serving breakfast?" he just let the question pop out of his mouth.
"Well, if you want something now we can fix it." She replied with a strange understanding.

Aya felt a little uncomfortable the way he had stared at her. In her time working at the tavern she had many men stare at her, or certain parts of her, but none like he did. It was a deep puzzeled look with a bit of nostalgia in it. Resisting the chills that went up her spine she showed him to a table.
"What would you like?" she asked.
"Toast and coffee if you dont mind."
"Okay." She hurried to the kitchen. Her heart pounded but she was certain it was from being freaked out.

You are a Sorcerer

2006-09-25T03:47:24Z

Rolan was not a happy man. He had been traveling for days now without stopping and now it had started raining. The ground under his horse sloshed as he slowed it down to a mere trot. His cloak stuck to him as though it were the mud itself. The town was not too far away but the storm was getting worse. He could hardly see in front of him. It was then that he heard it. Th song of a young maiden. He sheilded his eyes the best he could to see the light from a small cottage. The song was beautiful, and her voice was pure. It picked his spirit up to hear it. He even thought to stop at the cottage. But he knew that he needed to get as far as he could. So he passed the cottage.
Once he reached the town the rain had stopped. The houses were towards the western side of town whie the tavern/inn (his destination) was to the north eastern. The buildings were primative in their wood work but they were dry and he was not. That was all that mattered. He made his way to the tavern.

THE NEXT MORNING

The tavern workers prepared the dining area for that morning's customers. Aya came in that morning in her usual manner, late. Her boss was so used to it that he didnt even notice. She began washing off tables. Her fellow worker Tina had been there all night and was buzzing with news of travelers.
"Yes, and then there was this one man," Tina continued. "He came in soaked to the bone and all muddy. Not to mention he smelled funny. I guess he had been going for days. Anyway he came in and demanded a room and did not even take a drink. Can you believe it?"
Aya did her best to ignore her. Foot steps could be heard across the hall and Aya turned to see the first customer of the day. He was tall, about 6'1 she guessed, his hair a dark brown color, he wore a loose shirt over tight pants that looked like riding pants. His build was slender yet muscular. Over all she found him to look attractive. He stared at her for a moment as if he did not know where to start.....
TO BE CONTINUED

Fanfic I do not own resident evil or any of its characters.... so dont kill me

2006-09-24T19:34:26Z

She was beautiful. Wesker marveled at the latest creation from the T-virus. Looking at her would not tell you what kind of power she possessed. Her figure was slender and delicate looking. Her blond hair was almost like Alexia’s had been. She looked so defenseless in the vat of viscous liquid though Wesker knew better. She had already been pitted against an advanced Tyrant and she had won. Having used his own cells in her creation her system’s acceptance of the virus was not an issue. The only problem at the present was insuring his control over her.
“Staring at her again Albert?” A female voice came from behind him. He did not have to look to know it was his most recent assistant Shelly. Shelly was another victim of Umbrella; kept in a detainment center off the coast of Italy. She ran from Umbrella and they found each other not far from the new labs they currently resided in.
“Are you jealous?” His voice kind of purred as he said it. He glanced back at her knowing the glare he would receive from her green eyes. She flipped her chestnut hair and began walking away. “I do believe I hit a nerve.” As he said it a single finger was the only response he received. He responded with a smirk. It amused him that she was jealous of something he saw as his creation. The little monster opened her eyes.
“Would you like to come out?” He asked her. He would not let her of course. Without a way to control her she could easily cause great damage. However, he knew that some doctors in the organization wanted to let her out and obtain more data. So he left all the risk factors out of his reports. Even Shelly did not understand why he never attempted to run more tests on her. Shelly… He did not know why she kept creeping into his thoughts. It was as if something was telling him an unfortunate event was going to occur.

Sure enough Wesker was right yet again. Not too many days later some doctors were in the lab. One in particular was named Dr. George. She had been the head of her class and yet she found herself working for some bastard making illegal bio-weapons. Angry at Wesker she decided that they needed more data from Test Subject I. As she was freeing Test Subject I from her vat the other scientists began to object.
“Look, I don’t care what that power hungry jerk says,” she began. “We need this data.” The girl stepped out calmly and stared at all the doctors. Dr. George began to put the restraint on her. As she did, Test Subject I glanced at her surroundings. Suddenly she broke free and slammed Dr. George into the glass vat. She turned and glanced at the other scientists, her eyes glowed red.
Hearing some form of commotion, Shelly went towards the lab. Upon her arrival she found a bloody mess. Equipment scattered and thrown about, and most of the doctors were not identifiable anymore. Only George could be made out from the mess as she lay under a pile of industrial strength glass. Wesker soon appeared in the lab to see Shelly trying to help George. He ignored it as he turned to leave.
“Wesker, call the medic squad!” Shelly called after him. He just turned and stared at her.
“Why?” He asked coldly.
“She is still breathing, we need to help her!”
“She won’t last much longer anyway.”
“HAVE YOU NO COMPASSION?!?”
“Not for lost causes.” Wesker finally added as he left the room.
TS: I walked down the corridor, her eyes still glowing. She stopped in front of a room where samples of the BOW were kept. She walked up to the Tyrant asleep in the vat. A grin spread across her face.
Wesker arrived on the scene to find the Tyrant dead…. Its very heart ripped from its body in its sleep. He cursed silently as he picked up the pace in locating her. He knew she was dangerous but the Tyrant scene showed a sense of resentment and learning on a human level. Human emotions would only make her harder to control.
Shelly ran to another lab to find medical supplies for George. As she turned on the light she heard a gasp. There stood TS: I nude and bloody. Her eyes were a pretty blue color and seemed quite scared. Filled with a sense of maternal duty and fear, Shelly began to slowly approach the girl.
“Are you hurt?” Shelly said in a kind voice. “Are you okay?” She got closer. “Everything will be okay, just let me look at your wounds.” She finally reached her and placing her hand on the frightened girl. Taking her other hand to brush the hair out of the girls face she felt that the girl would be just fine. In that moment a sharp pain entered through her back. A look of hurt and shock spread across her face as the girl’s knee collided with her rib cage. TS: I forced her elbow into Shelly’s face causing her to fly into the wall. Looking at her prey, TS: I placed her foot on Shelly’s head as if to crush it. After a brief hesitation she pulled it back. Not sure what to do with her latest kill, she walked away.
Later, Wesker walked up to Shelly’s body and sighed, “Looks like I need to find a new assistant.” He stared at her as if with sympathy for a moment then as if he did not care he walked away.

Junk

2006-09-24T14:24:40Z

Okay I have plenty of problems. But being in college keeps me so busy I hardly have the time to think of them. WELL I was at the football game for marching band yesterday. At first I had too much to think about there too. I was in a retarded Patriot costume since I was picked to hold the american flag for the anthem. The ROTC was out of town. Anyway, my friend was holding the Kentucky flag and it ended up caught on my hat. FUUUUUN.....Well then I had to change for halftime and worry about how I was going to do with that. But I at least ended up having fun with the last song. After changing AGAIN I was able to sit and think about things. After all our team was getting their asses kicked. I mean.... if running the ball did not work the first fifteen times.... try another fucking stratagy!!! sorry....from the south.....football is a religion.... anyway.... As I was thinking of everything and sorting it out in my head I kept hearing my head say everyone should die, they should all suffer.... so I ate a few cookies to make myself happy..... and shaved ice.... then I was just worn out physically and mentally. sigh....

Scene from a story I am working on

2006-09-16T17:40:22Z

Kyle stared at her. As she began to grow cold in his arms he pulled her close as if to warm her. Only a moment ago she was with him and now she was gone. His heart grew heavy and started to hurt. His face began to burn as he could no longer hold the tears in. Amara was gone. She would never smile for him again. That realization killed him. Suddenly he heard a scream. It was his own. Agony filled him. He knew that it would not help but he kissed her anyway. A bitter goodbye that would forever haunt him. He looked up to see a blurred shape coming towards him. It was a female figure he could only assume to be Alyssa. His eyes cleared to see hers. They were wide in shock. He could not feel sorry for her. Why was she alive instead of Amara. He did not want to see Alyssa. Amara's face was within hers. Alyssa began to scream something but he could only hear Amara's voice in hers. He was certain at that point that he would hate Alyssa forever as he would never let go of Amara...

Dating

2006-09-16T00:46:42Z

Dating is a hard topic to think of... I mean in today's society people assume that you only date if you are an "item" and you are bound to that person for all time until some nasty drama filled break up happens then you loath that person.
Personally I think that friends who care deeper for each other can date to get to know each other better. That way they can hang out and still have a chance to flirt and test the waters so to speak. Whatever.... PIZZA!!!

Gay people and Christians

2006-04-10T23:14:35Z

At my college a friend of mine was kicked out because he is gay. Granted it is a Baptist college and all... but he was transfering anyway and they did not even let him finish the semester. Now I do not know all the details but if gay people are to be condemned by Christians then what is the point of "Love Thy Neighbor?" I mean are we not supposed to love the sinner and hate the sin?

Seriously people...

COFFEE

2006-04-06T20:35:10Z

I love coffee. There is nothing in the world that I like more that coffee. well... God... but coffee is definately a gift from him! I love it! The flavor of it, the smell, the warmth, (and at times the coolness)and even that wonderful color. Sure I "pollute" my coffee with all kinds of creamer and sugar but that is half of the fun. The caffeen does not hurt either...

My dad likes to drink half caf.... which I think only has half the falvor of the coffee.... sad really. I love coffee so strong and so packed with caffeen that it knocks my bloody socks off...

thank you for reading my rambling... bye bye...

Whatever dude....

2005-12-06T23:32:57Z

Everything I Need To Know I Learned From Anime:
1. Pan-dimensional mallets are easy to wield despite their ridiculously large size.
2. Parallel worlds are everywhere; you just need the right transdimensional portal to find them first.
3. You can never have too many guns (or mecha).
4. If you're under 17, you can pilot the mecha of your choice. In fact, you're obligated to pilot it.
5. Anything robotic (especially Boomers) will at one time or another go berserk and run amok across the city.
6. There is no such thing as overkill. Period.
7. No one ever finds it strange if you can spontaneously change genders.
8. The more maniacal the character, the more freaky the laugh they have (case in point: Dilandau, Naga, Jinnai)
9. No matter how many times it gets wasted, no matter how badly it's annihilated beyond belief, even if all that remains is a 100 foot crater in the earth, Tokyo will be able to rebuild itself into a massive techno-advanced metropolis in under 20 years.
10. Everyone you know has a psychic power but you. That, or you're the most powerful one of them all.
11. The seemingly innocent and ditzy girl next door is no doubt a magical girl who dons some kind of dumb get-up and goes around fighting for love and justice (apparently that's a matter of principle for magical girls).
12. Rampant lesbianism needs no excuses.
13. All guys falls into 3 categories: they're either fragile and sensitive, lecherous morons, or sassy and smart.
14. All girls fall into 3 categories: either they're innocent & demure, likeable airheads, or the kind who'll viciously kick your ass on a whim.
15. Naughty tentacles are a fact of life. Live with it.
16. The more a girl likes you, the more violent she gets. If she's fallen in love with you then you're as good as in a body cast.
17. When it comes to a romantic twist, it's always the guy who finds himself with numerous female contenders to be his girlfriend. The girl, on the other hand, is just being indecisive about 2 guys.
18. If you're a magical girl, your classmates will be absolutely clueless that you're the alter-ego of the heroine they admire--no matter how incredibly obvious your hairstyle and appearance is.
19. Your sword can *never* be too big.
20. It's not the size of your flying battleship that counts. It's how you use it.
21. Trained soldiers working for the villains still can't aim. I guess some things never change.
22. Since Tokyo's going to be magically rebuilt in 20 years, make sure that when you annihilate it, the apocalypse is as memorable and original as possible.
23. Mass Destruction needs no excuses.
24. If the situation looks bad, simply jump to an eyecatch. That'll give you more time to think up an ingenious plot device to escape and save the day.
25. Never be the one with the pure heart, they're always the first to be sacrificed.
26. No matter who you are, where you are, your son or daughter from the future will inevitably appear.
27. Being killed never stops you from being a reoccurring character. Hell, sometimes it's the starting point for the plot.
28. If she's a babe, and she's in battle armour, she can kick your ass no matter how powerful you think you are.
29. You must have a disgustingly kawaii mascot to accompany your adventures. It's the law.
30. Hair that sticks out all over your head like an overcaffeinated porcupine needs no excuses. E.g. Dragonball
31. Never send a man to do a job a 10 year-old boy genius can do just as good if not better.
32. Armageddon is just an episode away. And everybody seems to be involved with the conspiracy no matter who they are.
33. Idol singers are everywhere. They're even worse than Santa Claus. The largest infestations are in places with a high robot or mecha count.
34. The villains you're up against are almost always dressed in some of the weirdest clothes. You have to wonder if they dress in such dumb outfits just so that they can implement their plans while the hero's killing themselves on the floor laughing. (Don't believe me? Just look at Giant Robo's villains.)
35. As a magical girl, you must always have some really long spell that includes fighting for love and justice. It also has to be as long as your transformation scene. And don't worry; during both the speech and the transformation, the villain will never even consider attacking you lest he violate his contract.
36. Guys, if you see a nekkid girl your nose will bleed no matter how hard you try to stop it.
37. The older you get, the more perverted you are.
38. Girls, if you're fighting evil forces your boyfriend will wind up getting captured and becoming your enemy. That, or he'll get possessed by a demon.
39. Naughty, naughty megalomanic! Trying to take over the world with outlandishly insane plot devices or mechanical gimmicks never solved anything!
40. Dragu Slave never hurt anyone...that much.
41. The Tokyo police forces can't do jack-all no matter how hard they're trained. The top-secret special forces units, however, will do the job perfectly and still be home in time for the evening news.
42. No matter where you are, if you're the hero fighting evil then a television or radio broadcast will suddenly announce a news story that directly affects the plot device you find yourself in today.
43. Don't panic when a kawaii animal mascot starts talking to you. It just means you're about to starting fighting for love and justice while sporting a really lame get-up and making hideously cliched speeches. Hmm...then again maybe you should panic.
44. The Gainax Bounce must be in effect for at least one girl in your adventures. This allows for the other women to obsess about their breast size (ie. Tita's are too small, Naga's are too big).
45. No, that's not the Eiffel Tower, you moron! We're in Japan, and that's the Tokyo Tower...and for some reason it's the central vortex for deciding the fate of the world no matter what you do.
46. As a part of your contract, when you're overexcited you launch into super deformed mode and wildly dance around the room.
47. Either you're the best cook ever (ie. Kino Makoto), or you can't cook to save the world (ie. Tendo Akane). There are no in- betweens. There never were.
48. Even if they are more than capable of defeating you, the villain will send an obviously inept monster o' the day to attack you and then conveniently leave so you can kick the monster o' the day's ass in privacy. And the villains wonder why they've never been able to defeat you?
49. When you run out of ideas, consult the manga your show was based on. That should give you some options to try out.
50. If you're charged with the task of protecting the world from utter and absolute destruction, you must react in one of two ways: openly embrace it and ask what weapons you get to use to kick someone's ass with, or else whine and complain and annoy your fellow allies to the point of where they just want to slap you silly.
51. No matter how good a character you are, no matter how great your Anime is, someone out there will write a hideously bad fanfic about you. And it will hurt. A lot.
52. Everything is combustible/explosive. Rocks, stone buildings, solid steel structures, anything. If it's in an anime, it can burn.

McDonalds domestic crisis

2005-11-04T19:08:51Z

I was in McDonalds the other day and I was eating a McFlurry when this guy on the other side of the room says "FUCK YOU" to his wife (i guess) and then they start having this fight where vulgar language is traded and he pushes the table at her and throws keys in her face. She then proceeds to leave. It was so quiet after that when my coach saw someone she new and she started a conversation in a happy voice... it was so funny.

I am tired

2005-10-27T07:57:18Z

I am tired of waking up in the middle of the night and not being able to go back to sleep... I mean... come on! I should be tired enough to just conk out when my head hits the pillow, but NOOOOOOO my eyes just have to POP open...