Thursday, June 11, 2009
(Fender) The Silly Story; ISEEDEADPEOPLE 6
Ho hum. Moving things along. Ignore the awkward phrasing.

     A fist slammed down on the boy's head, shoving his head to the rock floor. With the connection broken, John could now see the olive-skinned girl next to him. He shivered at her pulsating muscles. If not for those small, hardened lumps of fat on her chest, John would've though she was a male, despite her small stature.
     'Shush!' She hissed. The boy squirmed, yet the vampire could hear nothing, even with his enhanced hearing. Very peculiar, he thought to himself, momentarily forgetting his situation.
     And it was then that he realised that the intruders were not looking at him. Rather, they were looking at a strangely dressed lady right next to him. John had a feeling that she knew of his presence, though whether it was true or not, this green-coated, short shorts-wearing, magician-like lady was not telling. Instead, she was staring with a slightly bemused look at his unwelcome visitors.
     John knew then, that he should've kept his mouth shut, for he had let out a second gasp. For however long had this strange woman been here?
     The muscled girl pointed an accusing finger at the well-dressed lady. 'All right, we've found you! Now give him back!'
     The lady clicked her tongue, and narrowed her eyes. 'Give who back?'
     'Oded. Give him back, now!' She screamed.
     The lady laughed, though it was not a condescending laugh. Rather, it was a laugh not unlike a squirrel who had just discovered that, the stupid little thing it was, had hidden its prized acorns within a tree that had been struck by lightning just a few days before, and that it was now going to starve to death in the wintertime, which was due in about three hours. And it was laughing because the squirrel wasn't a squirrel at all, but a rather highly intelligent human watching the entire scene.
     'Tsk, tsk,' she said. 'Your power doesn't work on me, silly child, for I do not have your beloved "Oded."'
     'You're lying.'
     'I am not. Talk to the vampire, he knows where your saint is.' She pointed straight at him.
     The girl had let up the boy now, and he was rubbing his sore head. He gazed around cluelessly, much like the person beside him. 'What vampire? I don't see any vampires,' he asked.
     'Don't joke with us, Witch!' The girl shouted.
     At this, the Witch snapped her fingers. John did not know that she had nullified Twinkle's magic, but he screamed when the two youths locked on to him, eyes wide. Still, some strange magic held him in place.
     'What the hell?' Said John, holding his arms out to protect himself. 'L-look, I don't know any "Oded"s, okay? So if you all would just leave now, the sun is coming up and I need my beauty sleep.'
     A punch in the wall just millimeters away from his left ear elicited a squeak from the cowardly bloodsucker. 'Eep,' he squealed, as the two youths cornered him. And speaking of corners, John spotted the Witch jump out of his cave out of the corner of his eye.
     'Tell us where Oded is. Now.' The girl spoke deliberately slowly, enunciating each and every syllable clearly.

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Sunday, June 7, 2009
(Anonymous) The Devil's Resurrection; Part 3
[Hello again. I would like to thank everyone for their warm welcomes, and I am very sorry I have not been posting a lot, though I know I have to be active to stay on. I felt I should start venturing out and continuing other stories, as Heather... I'm sorry, Cherlynn had been urging me to do. So, this is for you, Hea- Cherlynn.

This part focuses on Rick's point of view, though it will still be in third person narrative.]

"Sure," she smiled. "Friends."

Rick chuckled, still holding his hand out. "Why the flustered look? I just asked to be your friend."

Ruri's eyes widened, and she smacked herself after a bit of consideration. She stammered a weak apology, and stared at the teacher, not daring to tilt her head just a centimeter to her left. Rick took his seat, spilling his books onto his table without a care. When you are a centuries-old vampire, he reasoned, you do not have any need for this... school.

He propped his head on his arm, holding his gaze stiffly in Ruri's direction. The only daughter of his sworn enemies. She would make a lovely hostage. Or perhaps even his, dare he think it? His bride. The vampire smiled to himself. Such a beautiful face. It would be a pity to waste it, that luscious ebony hair, that naive stare in her dark eyes. Yes, she would make a wonderful vampire.

And that pale, porcelain skin, just barely concealing the rivers of Life that flow within her. Life that he, as one of the undead, will never again have. Soon, if all goes to plan, he will be able to take hers away as well, and bring revenge upon that wretched Yamato family. To sink his fangs into her neck, and drain her of her Life, drink her sweet, succulent Slayer blood, all he needs is a little time. Just a little...

"Mister Masters!" Miss Sara barked. "I understand the captivating beauty of our lovely Missus Ruri, but please pay attention to the class! And please, wipe that drool off your face."

Rick put a hand to his mouth. It had not occurred to him that his canines would have grown. All around, the students laughed at his humiliation. He stared at the teacher, who was looking down expectantly. "Well?" She said.

"Well, what?" Stay calm, Rick. "Is there a problem?"

There is no problem. He told her. There is no problem. Miss Sara stared blankly back at him, but still holding contact. A second, two seconds passed as she stood like a wax model, still unable to tear her eyes away from this strange lad. The cheers were slowly dwindling down now, giving way to fearful whispers.

"There. Is. No. Problem." Rick whispered. There is no problem.

Then, Miss Sara blinked. She straightened herself with a swift motion, holding her forehead. "Right," she said, though with a confused look, "Just. Pay attention to the lesson, okay?" Rick smirked as she walked back to the front of the class, which had already resumed its usual natter.

He glanced at Ruri, still reluctant to turn in any direction. Just you wait, my sweet.

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Thursday, June 4, 2009
(Anonymous) Dear Forever; Part 7
Dear Forever,
Something astoundingly horrific happened in school today. The rumours were indeed true, no less. It was what you would call a bloody massacre. Mom is relieved that I escaped unscathed with just a couple of abrasions here and there, but her lips were all pursed for the whole day today. To be honest, it is kind of intimidating because I have never seen her look this solemn and upset, from as far as I can remember. Did she do that a lot in the past, I wonder? The whole pursing-your-lips thing, I mean.

Well, anyway about the massacre. Apparently -

Sigh. Mom wants me to turn off the light and go to bed immediately. I want to continue writing in here because it kind of helps me to soothe my nerves, but I do not want to defy her, especially in the mood she is in.

So I guess I will continue the next chance I get.

Cory
20 April 1999

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(Anonymous) Love In The Time Of AIDS; Part 5
With immense effort only did Giselle then manage to stagger home, her body depleted of all strength. Looking at her own reflection in the mirror, she shivered. From both fear and the cold. Her hair was a gnarled mess sticking to the sides of her face and neck, and her face bruised from the savage beatings The Beast had inflicted on her when she struggled and attempted to escape. Not being able to bear the filthy sight of herself for a nanosecond longer, she fled to the safety of her bathroom and turning on the shower with full force, Giselle started scratching against her skin frantically. This attempt to rid every cell within her clean and pure was futile however, for the memory of the horrific incident that had taken place was still fresh in her mind. Giselle's skin was red and raw from her clawing but nevertheless she continued, until finally letting out an anguished sob.

Upon stepping out of the bathroom, Giselle's mobile phone began ringing as if on cue. 'Harper', the display read. Giselle froze. Harper was the very last person she wished to face right now. With trembling fingers, she pressed the answer key on the mobile. Her heart soared upon hearing Harper's voice - that voice so warm, so affectionate, so soothing, and so loving. Yet her stomach did a backflip and started churning. Words would not form on her lips despite her efforts to utter something remotely audible.

"Giselle? Hello, you there?"
"H-harrr-per,"Giselle weeped softly.
"What's wrong? You don't sound so good. Need me to pop over?" the voice asked, full of concern.
"NO!" screamed Giselle, as if on reflex, before she could even process any information. Snapping her phone shut, she fell down beside her soft, inviting bed and once again started a woeful sob.

Giselle didn't know for how long she sat down there, just crying as the reality of what had just happened caught up with her. Harsh yet real.

Twenty minutes later, the doorbell rang. Giselle snapped up her head, her train of thought broken. For now.

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(Fender) Love in the Time of AIDS; Part 4
Ho hum. Moving things along. I am SO SORRY if I messed up any continuity.


     And it was then that she looked just a little to her left, and saw Harper. His cap tilted at just the right angle to cover his features with a long shadow, but even then Giselle could not deny that shape. Harper is here. He had been here all along, watching.
     Just then the beast pinned her head down with a heavy hand. Forcing her to stare shamefully at her lover. Still pushing. Always pushing. The tears fell in torrents now, mixing with the dirty fluids already on the hard pavement. Diluting, forming a muddy, salty mixture with the dirt and grime.
     For a brief moment, the water clouded her eyes. Giselle whimpered, her voice cracked and hoarse from screaming. 'Ha... Harper...' she said, her voice barely a whisper now.
     The beast slapped her, holding her head down even harder. 'Still thinking of that lowly scum, eh?' He guffawed, 'Well, he ain' gonna be here, he didn't even bother!'
     But Harper is here! He's... watching me! Giselle wanted to shout, but her voice would not come. She shook off the tears as best as she could. But Harper was gone.
     A hallucination. Harper was never here.
     Giselle closed her eyes again, this time in defeat. Trying to ignore the spasms that overtook her body with each thrust. Trying to ignore time itself, for all she could do was wait until this ordeal was over.
     And it did.

     Giselle awoke to the sound of crickets, and she found herself alone. Her clothes, her pale, powder blue dress that Harper had given her, torn to shreds. Her hair, her entire body was sticky with the beast's essence. And though the blood had long coagulated, they stained her thighs, forming a pool about her sacred zone where they had come from. It was all that was left of her chastity.
     Giselle gathered herself, trying to wipe herself with whatever scraps of untouched cloth she could find. But no matter how she scrubbed or moved the fabric across her skin, she still felt unclean. She had committed a cardinal sin, not even able to be faithful.
     Giselle felt like a slut. A whore. Like a bar wench, fit only to serve the drunkards at the local tavern in whatever way they chose.
     Her scream pierced through the night sky. No matter how hard she tried, she could not forget that incident. Her sobs wracked her body, but not as much as that... beast's torture. It had destroyed her body, her mind, her soul. So Giselle screamed. Even though her voice was long gone, and her eyes dry.

     'Why are you crying, missus?' A small voice spoke up.
     Giselle looked down, it was a small child. Edward, if she remembered correctly. That poor little soul from across the street, forced to develop talents to match the likes of Mozart and Beethoven but without much success.
     That's right. Giselle told herself then. Things will get better soon. She wiped the tear away, and smiled at the boy.
     'Just the dust in my eye.'


I feel so dirty. :(
Now I can see why nobody wanted to continue this. Excuse me while I go take a long shower to rid myself of this dirt. I'm never going to do a story that's the least related to sex ever, ever again.

Oh, and are we going for an old, Victorian era-esque story here? 'Coz while it worked for Cholera (Discovered in the nineteenth century), it won't really work for AIDS, since it was discovered a lot, lot later, in the 1980s.

Just my two cents.

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Wednesday, June 3, 2009
(Fender) Generic Storyline; Part 4
I keep forgetting that this story is supposed to be written in present tense. Gah. There's so little motivation being put into this story I'm thinking of just deleting it altogether. I don't have any ideas left.

Sorry it's so short, I just kind of wanted to push this story along.

     'So, I continued on my journey to God knows where. It is still hazy, my memory...' Oded pulls a hand over his eyes, staring into the sun. And all of a sudden a great shadow comes over him.
     'And somewhere along the way, you found me.' The shadow says.
     I look up, and it's a girl. Probably about eighteen, or older. It is hard to tell, for her face is hardened. Like a warrior, trained to fight, her eyes show a person much older than what she really looks like. Her skin is incredibly tanned, much like Oded, and she stands with her arms akimbo.
     She bends over him to say, 'And then you left, you sniveling arsehole.'
     I look back at Oded, and he looks incredibly frightened. If I concentrate, I am pretty sure he is twitching uncontrollably, but just slightly. What kind of a girl is she, to frighten Oded so much?
     She glances my way, as though she has suddenly noticed my presence. Without really thinking about it, I shy away. She straightens up and bellows, 'What are you doing? Get back here, you little runt!'
     And I do. Even though I didn't want to, my body moves back. She runs a hand through her hair, and smiles at my confusion.
     'I have the power of absolute control,' she says. 'I can make people do what I want, see? So you better listen to my orders!'
     Oded sighs.

...Yeah. That's all I got. Anyway, the girl's power really isn't "Absolute Order", it's actually more along the lines of telekinesis in that she can control a person as long as s/he can hear her by shouting out orders. This means that she can only control beings that can hear and understand her, or her language enough to process the meaning.

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