You guys ONLY get the first chapter… Yet…
Thanks, kitty-demon92, You made me squeal and be happy… As soon as I finish this, I am writing on a different story (Yes, I do mean writng on) (e-mail me if you want a taste) that I probably wont post since I never finish anything… C'mon, I don't even finish my cookies…
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Doctors dressed in white, fluorescent lights burning brightly above them. A heart monitor, a breathing machine, IV, and several other machines beeping and droning on- like thunder in the usually quiet room. Blood soaking the pure white bed- a stain that stuck out more than the child laying nearly lifeless on it. Hair silver as the moon, smooth and soft as silk.. Bright aquamarine eyes half closed- the light, the life, flickering, dying in them like a slight wind on a burning candle. The doctors' voices were muffled- talking to each other as to find the best course of action. After a few seconds of deliberation, they called for surgeon's tools. The head doctor picked up a wicked looking scalpel, and sliced the tender skin of her chest open. Her eyes shot open, pain coursed through her. The fact they never gave her anything to numb her made her realize- they were part of the corrupt corporation as well.
Crows, hundreds of them, flew up, startled, as a scream echoed across the graveyard. The monsters that lurked groaned as the sign of life greeted them. Their hunger began- stronger than ever.
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(Before the prologue)
The girl sighed, pushing a piece of stray hair behind her ear. Her father, the owner of the Umbrella Corporation had been missing for a week, and the police wouldn't get off their lazy asses and find him. It was sufficient to say she was pissed. Not the why-wont-any-one-help-me-god-this-is-fucked-up pissed, but the kind you get when that certain narcissistic, sluty, under-dressed, idiotic, excuse of a girl walks up to you and insults you about your socks- YOUR SOCKS…
The girl blinked, "How the hell did I start thinking about… No matter…" She walked to the bus stop, paying her toll, and sitting in a back seat. She rested her chin on her arms, staring out into the sky. She sighed, the over cast sky causing her trip to be more depressing than originally planned. Her thoughts strayed once more, and she was lost into a daydream about a certain white-haired-brown-eyed-hunk-of-a-duelist boy…. (Sound familiar?)
She was jostled from her thoughts as the bus stopped, too suddenly to be somewhere it should have stopped. The driver was missing and there was blood every where… Her instincts told her that there was something very, very, wrong. Her heart was racing, and her mind was fogged- she had no idea what to do. She stood up, trying to find a weapon. She felt around the floor and ceiling, but a putrid stench hit her head on. She thought that her stomach would empty it's self onto her shoes. She gulped it back down, and looked up. Standing before her was a woman. Her arms had patches of rotting skin that had fallen off in some places, showing either rotting muscle or bone. Her neck was held on by nothing more than a hind, and her spine hanging from the top of her neck like some kind of sick string. The woman came froward, fast as a baby crawled, and opened her mouth with a long, disturbing, moan. Her breath smelled worse than she, and the girl knew that her father's virus had gotten out.
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Okay…. Now, to work on the other one…