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Ch.2: A Hero Falls Part 2A few days passed. Today was New Year's, and there still was no signs of the Apocos Group. Luis managed to convince Connie to make the police extra vigilant around New Years, but I knew from experience that the police force wasn't enough to stop an Apoco Group attack.
I groggily walked down the stairs and overheard my parents talking. "You do have a point," George was saying as I walked down the last few steps. "but what are you going to do about it? If you try keeping him here, he'll probably just get worse. I'd rather just let him go; that way, he won't have a panic attack." He explained.
Mary sighed worriedly, her pink eyes showing concern. " Why exactly did he choose to do this, anyway? Why can't he stay at home and be a normal child? Oh how I miss those days " her voice was full of sorrow.
"Because he's not a normal child, Mary." George replied. "He never has been. He's always had that necklace, and he's always had those powers. He cares for the lives of other
Ch. 2: A Hero Falls Part 1About a week passed, and there were no signs of our enemy. I noticed a change in Keith's behavior shortly after the day we had rescued Raymond. He began to act more withdrawn and was more easily irritated by the things I did.
Today, after briefly meeting up with Keith in the Palmali Jungle, I decided to head off to Raymond's mansion, and show him my new form of martial arts.
"Well, what do you think?" I asked, turning to Raymond. Both he and his wife seemed awestruck by my moves.
"That's amazing!" Raye remarked. "If only I had these powers, I might could win the Annual Fighter's Tournament!" she said.
Raymond adjusted his glasses, then replied, "Actually, Raye, I'm pretty sure that the use of powers would be prohibited in the tournament."
After thinking about it a moment, Raye shrugged. "True." She then headed into the dining room.
Once his wife had disappeared into the other room, Raymond turned to me and said with a lower voice, "Your fighting form is quite capable, Zack. Has Keith s
Chapter 1: The Loop DeviceI walked down the stairs and into my adopted parents' living room. As usual, George was watching the morning news and Mary was in the kitchen cooking. I walked up to the couch and listened to the television.
"A large wave of robberies broke out all across the city last night. While most are believed to be completely unrelated to the others, Miracle city Police want to advise all citizens to lock up properly and be careful at night."
The television screen showed a map of Miracle City with red dots scattered across the map to show the locations of the thefts. I noted the location of several of the dots.
"It's hard to believe how far this city has fallen from its once peaceful nature." Mary said, placing my plate on the table. She had apparently been listening to the newscast as well.
"Hmm I'm the opposite, actually." George said, standing up. "I can hardly believe that this city used to be so crimeless! Was it really so quiet, despite its size, or was I simply not paying attention t
Mirage Isle IntroductionMirage Isle was not an island like its name suggested, but rather a large continent with a semi-square shape. Its capital is Miracle City, which is home to over 2 million people.
Mirage Isle was inhabited by two species of human: Diantions and Darkians. Both species of human had entirely different genetic make-ups, and were visibly different from one another.
Diantions are a breed of human with colorful hair and eyes. They had 20 different hair colors, including the six colors of the rainbow and multiple shades of each. The genetics that controls their iris color has a very high mutation rate, so there's no end to the possibilities of eye colors.
The other species of human was known as Darkian. They had only three shades of hair: brown, dark brown and black. Their eye colors were so dark that only in the brightness of the sunlight did they appear to be any other color than black. Darkians were named not for their hair and eye colors, but rather for the dark powers they were born with.
Prologue: The TeamKeith and I arrived at the scene of the crime to find an Apoco sergeant, some shadow warriors and about fifteen pawns breaking into an unsuspecting building. They had already busted the windows and were taking off with the things they desired.
One of the scrawny adult Darkians spotted us, and in panic called to their leader, "S-Sergeant Dolan! I-It's them!"
Most of the Apoco members froze in their tracks and turned to us. I heard Keith crack his knuckles in preparation for combat. "What are you standing around for?" Dolan spat fiercely. "Fight them already!"
With that, the shadow warriors handed their duties to the scrawny pawns and came after us. Keith ran forwards and met them half-way, engaging them in combat.
I stayed where I was and waited on the group of Darkians to get close enough to me. I focused my electrical powers and directed the current towards the wave of Apoco members approaching me. The voltage was low enough that it caused pain, but didn't kill them.
I saw Sergeant
From the Eyes of a Genius 3Several days later
Raymond locked the mansion door and began to walk down the driveway towards the large iron security gates that protected his property. He paused at the closed gate and wondered if he truly wanted to leave the safety of his large, livewire fence. His body was trembling and he felt slightly queasy as he fought back an overwhelming amount of dread.
This was no ordinary nervousness or fear. Raymond had only felt this way twice before. The first time was the day his lab partner was murdered in his presence. The second time was merely five days ago, before the town meeting. Both of those times, something awful happened that day. Was something going to happen to him today?
Raymond looked up at the electronic gate control and realized how stupid that was. There was nothing that could explain one having the ability to sense ill fate. In fact, that sort of thing was unheard of! He walked up to the metal gate. "Gate open. Exit Mode." He stated, directing his voice to the
From the Eyes of a Genius 2The next morning, Raymond woke up and repeated his previous morning's actions, as he did every morning. He emerged from his lab and waited for his eyes to adjust. The smell of Raye's cooking lured him into the dining room, where he silently admired his wife as she cooked breakfast. Upon noticing her husband's presence, Raye glanced at her husband. " You've lost weight again." She remarked, going back to her cooking. Raymond habitually repositioned his glasses as he wondered why his wife did this.
Everything was normal as usual that morning. Raye departed for work and Raymond returned to his laboratory. He logged on to one of his many computers and began to look at his research notes. When noontime finally came around, Raymond used his computer to unlock the electronic security gate at the edge of his property. He kept his eye on the monitor, which showed the gate outside.
Finally, a car drove into the gate. Raymond closed the gate behind them, then hurried up the stairs and out of
Good Bye ChatboxGone are your days of wonder and gold,
when I could communicate freely with my members.
Gone are the days where the chatbox was always active,
alive with conversation at all times, never ceasing activity.
Gone are the days when "chatbawks iz dead" started up conversation once more.
The days when a question was asked, and everyone responded.
The days when there was always a response,
no matter what was being said.
What happened to those days, I emotionally wonder.
What caused you to lose your conversations?
What or who stripped the activity from you?
Was it me? Did I drive them away?
I always used you as my only means of interaction.
I still do, but to no effect.
Is it something I did wrong,
or is it them?
Was it the others, who found other means of
communication outside of the forum?
Was it the ones who left because of all of the drama?
The others who left...why did they leave?
Was it because they don't like me?
Was it because their lives suddenly became busier?
My members come, they c
From the Eyes of a Genius 1BEEP! BEEP! BEEEP! The recognizable sound of Raymond's alarm clock woke him from his sleep. Keeping his eyes shut, he reached over to his nightstand and grabbed his glasses. After putting them on, he opened his eyes and sat up, turning off his alarm clock.
Raymond got up and began to brush his golden yellow hair, being careful of his glasses. After that, he got dressed and put his white laboratory coat on over his clothes. He left the coat open so that his shirt and pants could be seen.
He then began to walk up the staircase of his dimly-lit computer lab. As he reached the top of the staircase, the automatic door opened, revealing a world illuminated by the morning sun filtering through the windows. Raymond stood still as he waited on his eyes to adjust to the new light setting. The smell of his wife's cooking greeted Raymond warmly, leading him forwards into the hallway. He could hear his lab door shutting behind him.
Raymond began to walk through the hallway, where he ended up in the
Reader x Dave: Puns"Hurry up ___! Do it! I want to see how this goes!"
"Shut up John! Give me time! Go make some cookies or whatever!" You hissed at your friend, John Eggbert, as you stared at your computer. The two of you were trying to figure out a way to get you to cleverly admit your love for none other than Dave Strider, the cool 'swaggie' kid.
'I got this...'
-- -_ [ -_ ] began pestering turntechGodhead [ tG ] at 12 : 37 P.M --
tG: holy fuck what do you want ___
-_: I am trying to impress John and everyone by thinking of puns! I know that your irony can help me, right~?
-_: Oh what?
tG: can you do algebra
-_: *___ sighs loudly at what (s)he knew would lead up to this* yes Dave, I can do algebra. I'm not the best, but I can get you at least a C on that math report you have on Wednesday.
tG: sweet okay who do you need puns for
-_: literally everyone! All the trolls and the rest of you kiddos!
tG: dont call me a kiddo
France X Sick! Reader - I'll Be There For You
Alright, let's see what I can do~. Hopefully I'll do good.
France X Sick!Reader - I'll Be There For You
You lay in your bed, stomach pains and a constant nauseated feeling. You've already puked twice today and you feel like you don't want to anymore. You sigh and hear a knock at the door. You got up and your head pounded, causing you to hold a hand to it. You walk to the door and open it to reveal your flirty, best friend Francis or better known as the personification of France.
"'Ello (Y/N)! 'Ow are you doing?" Francis asked with the accent that you found pretty cute. Okay you admit, you have a giant slight crush on the Frenchie. "Terrible." You simply replied. "Oh? What's wrong?" He asked. "I'm sick. That's what. I think I have a stomach virus." You replied, grumpily. Sickness messes with your emotions, makes you kind of grumpy.
"Do you 'ave a fever?" Francis asked as you moved aside to let him in and you closed the door. "I dunno to be honest." You replied. "Zhen you must ta
When life gives you CreepyPasta. XIIIAfter smelling the beautiful scent of food, you took off into a run towards the dinning room, the slobbering Smile dog right on your tail. Ignoring the small giggle from behind, you slid into the dinning room, almost sliding into the table but succeeded not to. Mentally cheering, you victory was short lived, something came out and made contact with the back of your head, a noise echoing in your ears. "Nien running in zhe house!" Grabbing the back of your head, you let out a whine and curled your toes. Sure, you knew who it was that whacked you- as if it wasn't obvious enough, but as a natural reaction you turned around. You got an eyeful of a sigh you'd NEVER forget! There stood Slenderman in all his glory - pride probably shot - wearing a pink apron, with hearts. Pursing your lip, your head craned back as if you were trying to decide whether this was real or not. If you could see his eyes, you would imagine them squinting as be leaned over towards you. "Vhat? Vhat are you staring
Attack on Titan: Erwin x reader x Levi Pt.1There was a feeling of pity in sitting heavy in your stomach.. and your chest. You sat outside of the closed off door and leaned against the frame. The sight was burned into your memory. Erwin had been so covered in blood, no one could tell if it was from a wound of his own or from the comrades falling around him. It was disturbing when a shaky voice called out his name, and he didn't move, he didn't look like he was breathing. Your mind began to swim in hysteria again before you opened your eyes and took a breath. You were safe in the building, he was safe in the building.. He was alive. You honestly struggled to remember how Levi had found the both of you as quickly as he did, but.. Thank God for that little man. A sharp exhale pushed through your lips as you turned around and opened the door quietly, catching sight of Levi sitting on a stool next to a steel bathtub. Erwin still being unconscious, Levi took it upon himself to take care of the commander.
He wore his uniform, onl
Tarzan [A Signless x Reader fanfic] Chapter 1How the hell did you get to this place? Heck you didn’t know…it was weird and dark and spooky and you swore you heard creatures somewhere.
All you remember was laying on your bed, enjoying a good book and sipping some lovely tea then BAM! You were falling from the sky and landed hard on the greyish ground, clenching your book as if it was going to save you. And on the floor you still laid, before regaining yourself and standing up, wiping off the dirt– or whatever it was off of your being.
“Bloody hell...” You cursed, a deep frown marring your face and your nose crinkling in slight displeasure. Still clenching your book, you took off towards…was it the south or the east? Whatever! You didn’t care about directions, as long as you could find a way out of this place.
You shivered at the night wind, and wrapped the bathrobe around you, since you had forgotten that you were still in a nightgown, and that was indecent for a lady to wear out in publ
Hetalia X Child!Reader - It's Going To Be Okay.Hetalia X Child!Reader- It's Going To Be Okay.
A child no more than five walked around in the downpour outside, dressed in what used to be a light shirt and shorts. Her wet, matted (H/C) hair plastered to her face by the rain. She was deathly pale and her dull (E/C) orbs showed no spark of life. The few strangers on the streets payed her no attention. She was used to it. No one cared for her. She saw a bench so she climbed onto it and sat down and closed her eyes.
Until she heard a voice.
The Peryton (Peritius borgesi) is a species of herbivorus pterosaur indigenous to Ophionia.
The Peryton superficially resembles a deer, and is 5 feet tall with a 25 foot wingspan. It's body is mostly covered with dark green pycnofibres, with white on the underbelly. The wings are mostly white with black tips. The back legs are long, with yellow feet. It's head is mostly black with white on the lower jaw, and around the ear holes. The head's most prominent feature is the branching, antler-like crest.
As there are no deer, or similar mammals in Ophionia, Perytons have evolved to fill their ecological niche as browsers. Perytons live in large flocks, and communicate with a series of roars and cries. They are notoriously agressive and have been known to gore humans to death with their crests. Mated pairs tend to build their nests atop high cliffs, and are fiercely protective, driving off any intruders including other Perytons
Poland X Child!Reader
Okay, first time writing Poland! Let's do this!
Poland X Child!Reader - It's Going To Be Okay.
"Hey, are you, like, okay?" A male voice asked.
The girl opened her eyes and looked at a man with soaked straw blonde hair sticking to his cheeks and bright green eyes, full of life, curiosity and worry. He was dressed in a salmon pink collared, button up shirt, black pants and black shoes. The girl looked at the man in confusion. "Are you talking to me?" She asked. The man nodded and said, "Yeah, like, who else would I be talking to?"
The small girl shrugged. "I dunno. Why are you worried about me anyways? No one else has been..." She said. The man felt a tug at his heart and picked the small, cold, wet girl up. She didn't protest. "Because I have a heart, unlike some of these people..." The man said. "Wanna, like, come to my house? It's totally warm there and I could, like, get you some totally cute clothes." He asked the girl. The girl simply nodded. "That'd be
The Legend of the Two Swords
The Legend goes like this:
Once upon a time, many hundreds of years ago, before the people began to split up and create regions, countries and kingdoms, there existed two tribes of people.
The first tribe was a tribe of justice. They were generous and always helped those in need. They believed in all good, and all well. The other tribe, was an incredibly evil tribe. They liked things to suffer, and enjoyed seeing things being destroyed. Because these two tribes hated the opposing elements, the dark tribe and the good tribe constantly fought as if rivals to one-another.
Whenever one tribe made something up, the rivaling tribe would always sneak into their rivals territory and steal the plans that were being made. They would then copy whatever it was, in order to keep up with their rivals plans.
But one day, the people of the evil tribe slipped away, into a forest of danger. There, it is said that they made a sword of the rarest material. They also hexed it, giving it destruc
a hospital bird with soot in her lungsshe slept through a car crash
that almost killed her,
through whitewhite walls
where her lover dies
nobody thought she'd make it
but she woke up a few months later
with flowers in her hair
and ash in her airway
trying to remember how to start all over
but forgetting to remember how to live.
fall slipped from her open eyes
and winter crawled in for a long hibernation
to her the clouds looked sick
and pale like they might
let everything inside them out,
but she opened up wide instead,
spilling blood where there was none to be spilled.
her heart slipped down the street
and with unsteady hands
she stitched in a bird and cut off its wings.
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