Follow the Black Crow
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Slash! Clash! Cling! Crash!
"Ouch! My leg!"
Blood gushed out, instinctively, she covered it with the palm of her hand, trying to stop the blood. Her strange weapon fell on the ground near her. A nauseous feeling swept over her, her heart pounded in her ear, muting out her enemies shouts. Blackness swept over her. A sharp kick in her spine made her loose all thoughts, and consciousness.
* * * * * *
He tried keeping the sword straight. It was getting hard though. Five minutes had past since she fell to the ground, he couldn't let them kill her. He couldn't explain why, he hated her, but he couldn't let her get hurt. And it pained him to know that she was bleeding to death, and he couldn't wrap her wounds. He pushed harder on the sword, hoping the monster would give in, and finally die. He was proud of her. He really was. No matter how strange she was. He pushed, sweat running down his face, chest, and back.
His shirt was ripped open, and falling off. His hair was falling in his eyes, and she was on the floor, bleeding to death. BAM! The sound of metal against metal, and fake flesh sounded loudly through the air. A curse sounded shortly after, as the monsters threatened him.
Suddenly, the male monster took flight. He was in the air, holding his wound.
* * * * * *
But the female remained on the ground. She pushed herself into the second man, the oldest of the group. Blood splashed onto her black vest and black and white striped shirt. She quickly pulled herself away from him. Blood covered her hand. A large hole was gushing out blood from his fourth rib, which had been broke as the female monster drove her hand through his body. She watched, ,as he gasped for breath, as his heart and lung drowned themselves.
She smiled, waved, and took flight after her brother, whom was missing his arm.
* * * * * *
"No." the first, younger boy said as he pushed his lilac hair out of his eyes.
"Gohan-san." his lilac hair fell back into place. Covering his now tearing eyes. He had already wrapped the girl's wounds, and had her draped over his shoulders, almost blocking him from the strong wind and rain. "no, you're not dead." He stood up. "YOU can't die, you're too strong. Too important. Too." He choked on his last words, he move the girl so she wasn't in the rain as much, and began a slow flight home.
* * * * * *
On the night of December 13, 2014, Son-Gohan died. Leaving his little sister in my care. Her mother had been dead for three years, her twin brother was mentally ill. And my son hated her.
This is the beginning. And it should always remain so. For it is the least depressing moment in our lives. Y husband was killed by the beast, the monster. the androids that killed my friends, family, and Gohan. This is all I can say. for my eyes are becoming runny, my cheeks are becoming pale and chapped, and my fingers and toes have long since been numb. Sitting out on the rocks in the cold, on a winter, snowing night is always a fun thing. But it's always tempted me. to sleep.
~Bulma Briefs, the new mother of three. Trunks, Goten, and our hot blooded Artemis.
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Author's End Notes, Where the Author talks about stuff:
This is the RE WRITTEN Version of Looks Can Be Decieving, and I Once Thought I Was Brave.
I've improved the plot so it should be easier to follow.
Yes, Goten is mentally ill. I haven't decided with what yet. But trust me this small detail makes the whole story different! If you would like a copy of the last version of LCBD and IOTIWB, email me and I will send it to you.
But remember, the plot has changed a lot, so don't expect a lot of things to be the same. Oh, and look, this one short chapter has been the entire LBCD!
Oh! And tell me what you think about this. The next update will be soon, and there will be more details. PLEASE don't' let this short chapter be the impression for the whole story. Yes, I Have become a master at bloody deaths, (reading books is good for your mind. Reading books is good for your mind. Reading books is good for your mind reading books.) and I think I could say my writing skills have improved a bit. So please review, and we'll have a nice little time!
Oh, and this will have a bit of romance. But not a ton. This is mainly a wonderful feminist story. ^^ No really, it's not! But I just got back from a wonderful feminist camp and. well email me if you really care. Dewa mata!!
"Ouch! My leg!"
Blood gushed out, instinctively, she covered it with the palm of her hand, trying to stop the blood. Her strange weapon fell on the ground near her. A nauseous feeling swept over her, her heart pounded in her ear, muting out her enemies shouts. Blackness swept over her. A sharp kick in her spine made her loose all thoughts, and consciousness.
* * * * * *
He tried keeping the sword straight. It was getting hard though. Five minutes had past since she fell to the ground, he couldn't let them kill her. He couldn't explain why, he hated her, but he couldn't let her get hurt. And it pained him to know that she was bleeding to death, and he couldn't wrap her wounds. He pushed harder on the sword, hoping the monster would give in, and finally die. He was proud of her. He really was. No matter how strange she was. He pushed, sweat running down his face, chest, and back.
His shirt was ripped open, and falling off. His hair was falling in his eyes, and she was on the floor, bleeding to death. BAM! The sound of metal against metal, and fake flesh sounded loudly through the air. A curse sounded shortly after, as the monsters threatened him.
Suddenly, the male monster took flight. He was in the air, holding his wound.
* * * * * *
But the female remained on the ground. She pushed herself into the second man, the oldest of the group. Blood splashed onto her black vest and black and white striped shirt. She quickly pulled herself away from him. Blood covered her hand. A large hole was gushing out blood from his fourth rib, which had been broke as the female monster drove her hand through his body. She watched, ,as he gasped for breath, as his heart and lung drowned themselves.
She smiled, waved, and took flight after her brother, whom was missing his arm.
* * * * * *
"No." the first, younger boy said as he pushed his lilac hair out of his eyes.
"Gohan-san." his lilac hair fell back into place. Covering his now tearing eyes. He had already wrapped the girl's wounds, and had her draped over his shoulders, almost blocking him from the strong wind and rain. "no, you're not dead." He stood up. "YOU can't die, you're too strong. Too important. Too." He choked on his last words, he move the girl so she wasn't in the rain as much, and began a slow flight home.
* * * * * *
On the night of December 13, 2014, Son-Gohan died. Leaving his little sister in my care. Her mother had been dead for three years, her twin brother was mentally ill. And my son hated her.
This is the beginning. And it should always remain so. For it is the least depressing moment in our lives. Y husband was killed by the beast, the monster. the androids that killed my friends, family, and Gohan. This is all I can say. for my eyes are becoming runny, my cheeks are becoming pale and chapped, and my fingers and toes have long since been numb. Sitting out on the rocks in the cold, on a winter, snowing night is always a fun thing. But it's always tempted me. to sleep.
~Bulma Briefs, the new mother of three. Trunks, Goten, and our hot blooded Artemis.
* * * * * *
Author's End Notes, Where the Author talks about stuff:
This is the RE WRITTEN Version of Looks Can Be Decieving, and I Once Thought I Was Brave.
I've improved the plot so it should be easier to follow.
Yes, Goten is mentally ill. I haven't decided with what yet. But trust me this small detail makes the whole story different! If you would like a copy of the last version of LCBD and IOTIWB, email me and I will send it to you.
But remember, the plot has changed a lot, so don't expect a lot of things to be the same. Oh, and look, this one short chapter has been the entire LBCD!
Oh! And tell me what you think about this. The next update will be soon, and there will be more details. PLEASE don't' let this short chapter be the impression for the whole story. Yes, I Have become a master at bloody deaths, (reading books is good for your mind. Reading books is good for your mind. Reading books is good for your mind reading books.) and I think I could say my writing skills have improved a bit. So please review, and we'll have a nice little time!
Oh, and this will have a bit of romance. But not a ton. This is mainly a wonderful feminist story. ^^ No really, it's not! But I just got back from a wonderful feminist camp and. well email me if you really care. Dewa mata!!