Woohoo! A story I posted that was just completely out of boredom. My friend said I should post it, so what the hell? I know it sucks, so yes, flames are fully opened and embraced. Oh yeah, since this has our favorite slayer/thief, this will be slightly gory.
DISCLAIMER: I don't own Powerstone, and you know it.
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Glittering Paris, p.1
By: Bishoujo At Large
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The stars twinkled in the midnight sky as the meteor shower began to reach its peak. It had caused many people to stay outside, hoping for their lives or looking on in amazement. Nobody bothered to pay attention to the blood curdling screams coming from an ally in Paris.
A young woman with red hair lay on the ground, dead, her canary yellow dress torn on her back from a knife. A puddle of blood streamed around her, staining the pewter stone of the ally a deep crimson.
A hand wrapped in white linen twirled a bracelet with a very shiny diamond in the center of the shiny gold chain. His tattered green shirt was stained with blood. The silver knife he owned now had traces of ruby on it. A red eye glinted in the light of the shooting stars.
Jack knelt down at the woman's side and noticed a silver cross resting in her collarbone. He snapped the chain off of her neck, and hung the cross to shine in the starlight. "Hee hee. Shiny," Jack said in his regular psychotic voice.
"Let's see if she has any other shiny things." Jack looked everywhere where jewelry would be, but there wasn't anything left. "This isn't fun. I think I'll carve her. Hee," he said, sound enthusiastic at his decision.
Jack took his already bloody knife and rammed it deep into her neck, almost impaling her. He rotated the knife in the direction he wanted and drug it down. The knife struggled to get past some bones and organs, and after much cracking, crunching, oozing, and squirting, it had just barely cut her in half. The woman hardly looked like one anymore, because her bloody intestines were sprawled out all over what was left of her mutilated body. She looked like a tree of meat, her intestines the vines and leaves, her heart, lungs, stomach, and liver the fruit growing on them, and her appendages the branches and trunk.
"How beautiful! It's almost as beautiful as the shiny things I have now," the slayer said. Jack stood up and started to walk out of the ally when he heard a voice close by.
"Simone! Simone, where are you?!" The bandaged man turned around and was immeadiately knocked down by another woman. He growled and bent his knees in a not so common way to get up quickly. He put his knife away. His bandaged hands reached onto a street lamp that was burnt out. He was going to have even more fun.
Jack saw the girl for the first time and noticed she looked a lot like the dead woman. She had dark cherry colored hair that went to her waist and the same chocolate eyes. The only difference about her eyes was that they looked blank, void of all emotion. The woman was also very short and was wearing a black shirt with long belled sleeves and long black skirt with sandles. A shiny knife was tied around her waist with a crimson sash.
The woman cringed in horror when she saw the red-headed carcas. "Oh my God! Simone!" she screamed. She dropped to the ground and put her hands over her eyes. After a few minutes of disbelief, she stood back up, anger taking her over. "Who did this?" she asked. "Who did this?!"
A high pitched laugh sounded from the street light, causing the woman to look up. Jack jumped up to a window and bounced down to the street. He took out his knife which was still covered with blood. The cherry haired woman glared at him.
"You did this, didn't you?!" she screamed, pointing at Jack. Jack shrugged at her. "It is kind of obvious, isn't it?" he asked. "I see you have a knife," he added. "It's very shiny too. I like that."
"Yeah, well you aren't taking it like you took my cross I let Simone borrow. You're a sick person for doing that," she replied angrily. Jack looked at the cross he had tied around his wrist.
"Oh, that's the woman's name?" Jack asked, pointing to the dead body. "And this is yours? It's very pretty, unlike you," he said laughing. The woman snapped. She took out her knife and lunged herself at the slayer.
Jack flipped over her and bent his knees backwards to crawl swiftly into a shadow. The woman flipped her burgundy hair over her shoulder, looking all around for the maniac. She smirked.
"Are you afraid to come out? Are you a coward?" she asked, swinging her knife around. She spotted him crouching in the shadow of what she thought was a corner and started walking toward it.
She couldn't keep her patience and started running into the shadow. Her body became enveloped in darkness. This wasn't a corner as she thought, it was another ally. A dark one. The lady walked through it, keeping her eyes open for Jack.
A sharp pain shot through her right arm. She looked down to see blood seeping out of a deep cut she just received. When she looked back up, Jack was standing an inch away from her.
"Hee hee hee, this is already so much fun," he squeaked. Jack started laughing again, causing the wounded woman to shudder. As he was laughing though, she came up with a brilliant idead (at least to her). She took out her knife.
Jack's laughing suddenly ceased. He felt something sharp pierce his stomach. Then he felt his lanky body hitting the ground, and then a fist connecting with his jaw. He glared at the woman.
"You deserved this," she said. The cross was taken from him and she wiped her knife off with her skirt. She started to walk away, leaving the injured slayer. Blood was constantly coming out of her arm, and it was making her drowsy.
Jack was also getting drowsy, and very angry as well. He heard a scream from someone, but didn't know who. He managed to stand up, despite the pain his stomach experienced from stretching. His rage built up. Nobody stole something he himself had stolen! The slayer ran up to the once furious woman and slashed her right wrist.
The woman gasped and tensed up, letting Jack know he had struck. He also noticed he struck the vein, seeing the puddle of blood already forming around her. The only thing that confused him was that the other wrist was also bleeding heavily.
Jack looked around to see what could've caused it. He looked behind him to see a fresh trail of blood leading up to the woman. He grabbed her stunned shoulders and turned her around to face him. He saw the knife she had wiped off. It was now slightly glinting with red liquid. Jack jerked her left arm up in front of his eye. He pulled her belled sleeve down and saw a deep cut on her wrist. It was oozing with blood.
When he looked back up to her face her deep brown eyes were glaring at him. Jack felt a painful pressure on the puncture in his stomach. The woman punched him to the ground. His vision started to get blurry. Jack saw a black and burgundy blur collapse next to him, and then passed out. There was a bloody mess surrounding him.
Jack was the first to wake up. He felt so sticky and cold. The air smelt of blood all around him. He rose his skinny arm and immeadiately felt it drop. Jack hated being weak. At least it was still dark out.
When he finally managed to sit up, Jack noticed all of the blood. His green suit and wrappings were soaked with it. Then he remembered what happened. There was a sky full of shooting stars, he killed a person, got some shiny things, and then...
The woman whom he had fought was lying by him, face down, in a puddle of blood. Jack glared at her. He checked to see if she was alive. He saw her chest shaking and heard her raspy breaths escaping her mouth. Blood was still seeping out of her wounds, but it was much slower. She was barely alive.
"I was being too easy on that stupid lady," Jack said to himself. He clenched his knife. "But,if I were to finish her off right now, it wouldn't be any fun. She did stab me though." He looked down at his stomach. It wasn't bleeding anymore, and he put some of his other bandages over the puncture wound.
"Maybe I'll make her help me get more shiny stuff for me. I just have to persuade her," Jack said. "Yes, that's what I'll do. I'm so intelligent." Jack turned the sleeping female over. He wiped the blood off of her face and neck with a wrapped hand the best he could. He took a few pieces of linen from his neck and wrapped them around her wrists and arm.
Jack stood up with a little struggle. Then he picked the woman up and hoisted her over his shoulder. He took her knife. His hand grabbed the cross she had taken from him. "Nobody steals from me. If they do, they'll have to repay me," he said, half expecting the woman to hear the statement.
The slayer started walking as swiftly as he could, looking for somewhere to hide out before the sun rose. He didn't worry though. Everything would go the way he wanted to, hopefully. If it didn't, Jack still knew he was going to have a lot of fun. He was glad he threatened to kill that guy if he didn't take him here. He was really glad that he was going to add to his collection of glittering treasures. Jack was glad he was now in the most glittering city of all, Paris.
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Woohoo, see?! Done out of pure boredom! May the flaming begin!
Jack says review or he'll kill you. Ain't that sweet?
DISCLAIMER: I don't own Powerstone, and you know it.
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Glittering Paris, p.1
By: Bishoujo At Large
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The stars twinkled in the midnight sky as the meteor shower began to reach its peak. It had caused many people to stay outside, hoping for their lives or looking on in amazement. Nobody bothered to pay attention to the blood curdling screams coming from an ally in Paris.
A young woman with red hair lay on the ground, dead, her canary yellow dress torn on her back from a knife. A puddle of blood streamed around her, staining the pewter stone of the ally a deep crimson.
A hand wrapped in white linen twirled a bracelet with a very shiny diamond in the center of the shiny gold chain. His tattered green shirt was stained with blood. The silver knife he owned now had traces of ruby on it. A red eye glinted in the light of the shooting stars.
Jack knelt down at the woman's side and noticed a silver cross resting in her collarbone. He snapped the chain off of her neck, and hung the cross to shine in the starlight. "Hee hee. Shiny," Jack said in his regular psychotic voice.
"Let's see if she has any other shiny things." Jack looked everywhere where jewelry would be, but there wasn't anything left. "This isn't fun. I think I'll carve her. Hee," he said, sound enthusiastic at his decision.
Jack took his already bloody knife and rammed it deep into her neck, almost impaling her. He rotated the knife in the direction he wanted and drug it down. The knife struggled to get past some bones and organs, and after much cracking, crunching, oozing, and squirting, it had just barely cut her in half. The woman hardly looked like one anymore, because her bloody intestines were sprawled out all over what was left of her mutilated body. She looked like a tree of meat, her intestines the vines and leaves, her heart, lungs, stomach, and liver the fruit growing on them, and her appendages the branches and trunk.
"How beautiful! It's almost as beautiful as the shiny things I have now," the slayer said. Jack stood up and started to walk out of the ally when he heard a voice close by.
"Simone! Simone, where are you?!" The bandaged man turned around and was immeadiately knocked down by another woman. He growled and bent his knees in a not so common way to get up quickly. He put his knife away. His bandaged hands reached onto a street lamp that was burnt out. He was going to have even more fun.
Jack saw the girl for the first time and noticed she looked a lot like the dead woman. She had dark cherry colored hair that went to her waist and the same chocolate eyes. The only difference about her eyes was that they looked blank, void of all emotion. The woman was also very short and was wearing a black shirt with long belled sleeves and long black skirt with sandles. A shiny knife was tied around her waist with a crimson sash.
The woman cringed in horror when she saw the red-headed carcas. "Oh my God! Simone!" she screamed. She dropped to the ground and put her hands over her eyes. After a few minutes of disbelief, she stood back up, anger taking her over. "Who did this?" she asked. "Who did this?!"
A high pitched laugh sounded from the street light, causing the woman to look up. Jack jumped up to a window and bounced down to the street. He took out his knife which was still covered with blood. The cherry haired woman glared at him.
"You did this, didn't you?!" she screamed, pointing at Jack. Jack shrugged at her. "It is kind of obvious, isn't it?" he asked. "I see you have a knife," he added. "It's very shiny too. I like that."
"Yeah, well you aren't taking it like you took my cross I let Simone borrow. You're a sick person for doing that," she replied angrily. Jack looked at the cross he had tied around his wrist.
"Oh, that's the woman's name?" Jack asked, pointing to the dead body. "And this is yours? It's very pretty, unlike you," he said laughing. The woman snapped. She took out her knife and lunged herself at the slayer.
Jack flipped over her and bent his knees backwards to crawl swiftly into a shadow. The woman flipped her burgundy hair over her shoulder, looking all around for the maniac. She smirked.
"Are you afraid to come out? Are you a coward?" she asked, swinging her knife around. She spotted him crouching in the shadow of what she thought was a corner and started walking toward it.
She couldn't keep her patience and started running into the shadow. Her body became enveloped in darkness. This wasn't a corner as she thought, it was another ally. A dark one. The lady walked through it, keeping her eyes open for Jack.
A sharp pain shot through her right arm. She looked down to see blood seeping out of a deep cut she just received. When she looked back up, Jack was standing an inch away from her.
"Hee hee hee, this is already so much fun," he squeaked. Jack started laughing again, causing the wounded woman to shudder. As he was laughing though, she came up with a brilliant idead (at least to her). She took out her knife.
Jack's laughing suddenly ceased. He felt something sharp pierce his stomach. Then he felt his lanky body hitting the ground, and then a fist connecting with his jaw. He glared at the woman.
"You deserved this," she said. The cross was taken from him and she wiped her knife off with her skirt. She started to walk away, leaving the injured slayer. Blood was constantly coming out of her arm, and it was making her drowsy.
Jack was also getting drowsy, and very angry as well. He heard a scream from someone, but didn't know who. He managed to stand up, despite the pain his stomach experienced from stretching. His rage built up. Nobody stole something he himself had stolen! The slayer ran up to the once furious woman and slashed her right wrist.
The woman gasped and tensed up, letting Jack know he had struck. He also noticed he struck the vein, seeing the puddle of blood already forming around her. The only thing that confused him was that the other wrist was also bleeding heavily.
Jack looked around to see what could've caused it. He looked behind him to see a fresh trail of blood leading up to the woman. He grabbed her stunned shoulders and turned her around to face him. He saw the knife she had wiped off. It was now slightly glinting with red liquid. Jack jerked her left arm up in front of his eye. He pulled her belled sleeve down and saw a deep cut on her wrist. It was oozing with blood.
When he looked back up to her face her deep brown eyes were glaring at him. Jack felt a painful pressure on the puncture in his stomach. The woman punched him to the ground. His vision started to get blurry. Jack saw a black and burgundy blur collapse next to him, and then passed out. There was a bloody mess surrounding him.
Jack was the first to wake up. He felt so sticky and cold. The air smelt of blood all around him. He rose his skinny arm and immeadiately felt it drop. Jack hated being weak. At least it was still dark out.
When he finally managed to sit up, Jack noticed all of the blood. His green suit and wrappings were soaked with it. Then he remembered what happened. There was a sky full of shooting stars, he killed a person, got some shiny things, and then...
The woman whom he had fought was lying by him, face down, in a puddle of blood. Jack glared at her. He checked to see if she was alive. He saw her chest shaking and heard her raspy breaths escaping her mouth. Blood was still seeping out of her wounds, but it was much slower. She was barely alive.
"I was being too easy on that stupid lady," Jack said to himself. He clenched his knife. "But,if I were to finish her off right now, it wouldn't be any fun. She did stab me though." He looked down at his stomach. It wasn't bleeding anymore, and he put some of his other bandages over the puncture wound.
"Maybe I'll make her help me get more shiny stuff for me. I just have to persuade her," Jack said. "Yes, that's what I'll do. I'm so intelligent." Jack turned the sleeping female over. He wiped the blood off of her face and neck with a wrapped hand the best he could. He took a few pieces of linen from his neck and wrapped them around her wrists and arm.
Jack stood up with a little struggle. Then he picked the woman up and hoisted her over his shoulder. He took her knife. His hand grabbed the cross she had taken from him. "Nobody steals from me. If they do, they'll have to repay me," he said, half expecting the woman to hear the statement.
The slayer started walking as swiftly as he could, looking for somewhere to hide out before the sun rose. He didn't worry though. Everything would go the way he wanted to, hopefully. If it didn't, Jack still knew he was going to have a lot of fun. He was glad he threatened to kill that guy if he didn't take him here. He was really glad that he was going to add to his collection of glittering treasures. Jack was glad he was now in the most glittering city of all, Paris.
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Woohoo, see?! Done out of pure boredom! May the flaming begin!
Jack says review or he'll kill you. Ain't that sweet?
