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Blood Legacy: Chapter 2
Darkness. Silence. Once, he thought of such things as peaceful. Now, with the new knowledge he held, he hated it. He feared it. She wanted it. Was that why he too enjoyed it? Was he like her? The thought of her portrait sickened him as well now. Before, he found peace in looking onto her smiling face depicted within the painting. He always wondered what the woman was like. She, the important mystery woman who the mystery man cried to. He preferred it had all been left in mystery. He wished he never knew the whole story. It was better when he was allowed to imagine their story. The beautiful woman loved by a cruel man, taken away by the monsters which the man's sins created. The man took shelter within the temple. Longing for her, he created a shrine with which to beg for her forgiveness. That man mocked the gods and hissed terrible words before the faithful. He had no respect for their beliefs or their gods. Yet, he devoted hi
Reflection of Humanity: 05 Lost and Found
V. Lost and Found
Things had never been so quiet before. She would have thought it would have made studying that much easier. Yet, it seemed harder without her usual company around. Her eyes continuously found themselves looking up from her reading and towards the empty chairs before her. Noah and Zander trained often outside now. She could not understand how they enjoyed staying out there so long. They would usually come back smelling something wretched and covered in nature.
Though, lately.. Her thoughts were interrupted when the door creaked open. She spied the tell-tale signs of ashen strands of hair. Zander knew how to find her as well now when needed. Yet, it was no surprise at all that Noah knew where she was. However, she spied how he allowed his hair to skillfully spill over one side of his face. For now, she thought it best not
Reflection of Humanity: 04 Imperfections Beneath
IV. Imperfections Beneath the Surface
Darkness. It was what Luuca had wanted, was it not? Then why was it that he feared how it never seemed to end? Was there nothing else beyond the world after life but darkness and silence? He supposed maybe it was Hell for those who chose to end it all themselves. Yes, this was his Hell. Still, was it what he wanted?
It was sudden that he could hear something. It was faint in its beginning, then its volume grew louder and louder. He knew it was his father's voice again. There was no mistaking it. He felt his heart race. His heart?
He wanted to reach his hands to touch there. He wanted to test if it was true. Was he still alive? Why did that make him feel happy? He had been the one to end it. He had been the one t
Reflection of Humanity: 02 Responsibility
The pain of waking was always the worst. Even as Luuca felt consciousness pull at his body, he wished it would have simply gone away, like a bad dream. However, he also knew that his consciousness was typically forced when he had a visitor. There was really only one person it could have been. It was likely that thought alone that forced him to bear with the pain. Green eyes had finally opened. Yet, the sight that awaited him was not at all what he had expected.
"Mom? Where is dad?" Luuca found himself asking groggily. His eyelids still felt relatively heavy. It was difficult to keep them open, especially when coupled with the burning of his eyes themselves. However, the peculiar sight of his mother's lone presence was plenty enough motivation to keep him fighting against his body's weakened state.
Reflection of Humanity: 01 Pivotal Beginnings
I. Pivotal Beginnings
"Ah, why do they say mankind anyway? We are not all the manly kind, are we? No, no we are most certainly not." This was all spoken in a heavy accent by the younger of the scientists within this particular lab. There were no smiling faces from his humor. Regardless, he blessed the silent room with that youthful laughter.
"That is quite enough, Jovich," spoke the fiery-haired woman which the young man stood near. "One would think you would have at least some sense of respect around such company, mind what it is we are in the midst of completing here." She was also young, though not as much so as her ridiculous assistant. All the joking aside, the young man was indeed the prodigy of the great minds present. Alas, for the time being, he was only trusted with the safekeeping of the tools which were used by each in perfecting the mass laid out b
A Raven and a Writing Desk: Chapter 1Asking me to recount the tale of my insanity is like asking me to recite the entire Bible from memory: parts will end up changed and aspects will be omitted, although not purposefully. The trouble I have telling this story is that while I’m positive something horrible happened, I can’t truthfully discern which parts were real and which weren’t. I will share what I remember with as much accuracy as possible, but don’t hold me to it.
It all began on a dark and dreary December night in 2013. Rain and wind howled in the windows as frigid air leaked in through whatever crevice it could, winding through the stillness like a hunting snake ready to bite my sides and infect me with its cold poison. Typical Bellingham weather. I was used to it, after so many years, so it didn’t bother me.
I sat at my desk, which sat in my room, which sat in my rather secluded house on the outskirts of the city. I hunched over my paper as I scribbled upon it, movements neat and quick
The silence is not your friendIt was just another average day for Lucius Barker. Wake up, have a shower, get dressed, attempt to eat breakfast without throwing the bowl at the wall, take an early morning beating from his foster father, go to school, come back, have dinner, do homework then go to bed. Lucius was 16 almost 17 living with a foster family after his parents were shot when a bank robbery went horribly wrong. He himself had been in the bank with his parents at the time and saw the shooting happen. After that he refused to speak to anyone unless necessary. Refusing to speak got Lucius into trouble a lot in school mainly with boys and girls who picked on him. Another reason for the abuse he received both at home and in school was the fact he heard things. Voices to be exact. The voices in his head told Lucius to do things he didn’t want to do which resulted with him yelling for them to stop and to shut up. Today was the day everything went wrong for Lucius. He did his normal routine and waited for his
"Ok, I made up my mind what we are going to do." Melody stood up and looked at her bored friends "And what is that?" Anna asked. "We are going to the SlenderMan woods!" Melody yelled. "No." Louis spoke up. "Aw come on Louis! It will be fun." Melody glared at Louis. "So its fun to die?" She asked. "We're not going to die..there is no such thing as SlenderMan." Melody joked. "Then why go?" Louis crossed her arms. "Because, it's something to do. And they say there are these notes that are stuck to trees, and other places. I say we make a game out of it." Melody walked to her dresser and pulled on a jacket. Louis rolled her eyes, as she to stood up, "What are the rules?" She asked. "No rules, who ever gets more notes before the sun rises...wins." Melody smirked. They all followed Melody to the kitchen, she grabbed six flashlights. "Ok, no one gets an extra flashlight." Melody handed everyone one. "What if it stops working?" Adam asked. "Oh well."
Who's that man?The day had gone by quickly for Alastair who was trying to go the day without having an episode. He was walking into the living room when he stopped seeing a man in white sitting on the couch.
“Ehh Masky who’s that?” Alastair asked when Masky passed him.
“No idea he won’t talk” Masky shrugged before continuing into the kitchen. Alastair studied the man and saw his yellowish hair hung low in front of his face covering most of his mask. He saw the white material had a thin black line on it which made a large smile. Alastair noticed the man was wearing a bloody straight jacket and his arms were tied behind his back. The man was wearing blue jeans and dirty black shoes. Alastair saw the handle of a scythe sticking out of his jeans and looked him over again.
“Ali! Ali! Ali!” Insane Smiles whined tugging on his shirt.
“What?” Alastair asked looking down at the young girl.
“What’s up with the weird guy on the couch?
Jeff the Killer X Reader - Lies Ch 7.
State of Endless Wasteland
Earl sent the beautiful rays of sunshine down to my face, as always. But this time, I didn't wake up alone. When I opened my eyes I flinched a bit, but seeing the familiar person in front of me, I relaxed. Jeff was laying next to me, facing me and snoring gently. His chest rose and lowered in a slow rhythm, making him look so peaceful. I have never seen him sleeping so I'd never expected to see him wearing a black sleeping mask with a wet gauze behind it. Probably to moisten his eyes, I thought, and now that I had a chance, I decided to look at him further.
His skin was indeed as pale as a snow. And it looked like a fat layer of flour, but only if I looked really minutely. So the acid he was talking about probably stopped him from being burnt alive, but left an eternal trail on him. His pale hands along with the fingers were also covered with burnt acid. His fingers were long and they looked strong. It was like, if he didn't use the knife, he
The House Made of Flesh - PrologueWe were arriving at our new home. My father had told me a lot about it. It was an old mansion like building in the middle of nowhere. There were no trees or even grass, just loose sand, the road to the nearby town and maybe a few dry bushes here and there. My dad looked at me over his shoulder and asked to get out of the car.
It was cold outside, I missed the birds singing in the trees. I saw my parents walk into the house while I stood there near the car and pushed my hands into my pockets. I was still upset about the whole thing because I hated new places. There was even an empty sign close by which I stared at till my dad came back and dragged me and my stuff to the house.
“Don’t worry you’ll get used to this place in no time”, dad said.
“I’m not so sure. When does the school start?” I asked.
“Soon, but don’t worry about it right now. Just help us with putting things into the right places.”
I held my breath and asked where
Where Nightmares Play - Epilogue“Two weeks ago, up-and-coming artist Janine Hyland vanished from her motel in Wallace, Idaho while touring for the first time. Her manager, Jack Cason, reports having last seen her on the walkway outside of their room with her friend Sophie Sahall. Miss Sahall told police that she Janine wanted to ‘enjoy the scenery’ for a little while longer the night they checked in, and never returned to their room. They discovered that she was missing the next morning. Their sound technician, Hamlet Tuson, stated that they were all supposed to have stayed the night and left the next morning for Plymouth, Minnesota. Search teams scoured the area but found only a small amount of blood. This blood with confirmed to belong to miss Hyland, but nothing else has been found. Stay tuned after the break to find out what the chief of police thinks of the situa-“
The television powered down as Jack pushed the power button on his remote. He
VenganzaEn su pequeña ciudad la gente no era ferviente seguidora de decorar sus casas y calles de manera estrafalaria cuando se acercaba una festividad. Algunas incluso pasaban casi inadvertidas de no ser por la decoración obligatoria que realizaba el Ayuntamiento en avenidas y edificios públicos; fuera de eso, las casas se adornaban de un modo tan sencillo que hasta la decoración de Halloween podía permanecer hasta abril y parecería algo propio de la casa. Por eso fue que Daniel se sorprendió en cuanto vio todo el colorido con que anunciaban la navidad, con los árboles del camellón envueltos en redes de luces. Sabía que era normal esa clase de decoración, pero nunca había tenido oportunidad de estar ahí en esas fechas. Esta era la primera vez que se enfrentaba ante tal colorido. Figuras de Santa Claus, renos, duendes y trineos se veían de un lado a otro. Pronto su asombro pasó a convertirs
March 14, 2001 “Academia et Scientiarum” Case 1
Pacem Police Department
[interrogator looks at camera]
[interrogator sits and reveals suspect with hands covering face]
[interrogator:]Hello Matt, I’m Detective Cassandra Ramirez, I’m here to ask you a few questions. Understand?
[interrogator:] Is your name Matthew Tredawney?
[interrogator:] Did you attend “Academia et Scientiarum”?
[interrogator:] Do you live in Pacem, Maine?
[interrogator:] Was Samantha Barnes your fiance?
[interrogator:] Do you know what happened March 8th between the hours of 5 pm and 4 am March 9?
[suspect:] Oh my god... oh my god. I... I don’t know. I don’t know what happened. That girl, poor poor girl, god. I didn’t want this to happen. I didn’t want this to happen. I wasn’t in control. It wasn’t my fault. It wasn’t...I
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