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R&R plz! Flames are welcome too; god knows I need all the entertainment I
can get.
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The sound of her blood pumping thundered in her ears, the smell of fear evident. Stalking down the hall, gun cocked and ready, she felt like a hunter and its prey, ready to strike out. Music from the wrecked party blared overhead, trying to block her senses, but she ignored them, she couldn't risk herself to lose this battle. This was her final testament, her final will to survive, and she couldn't afford to lose.
Something rustled behind her, and as she swiveled around, it lunged, the mighty claws ripping into her skin. Grimacing when the taste of metallic blood flooded into her mouth, lower lip sliced by her teeth to prevent an agony of screams to tear through her throat.
Whimpers were the only thing she would allow herself to make, mixed with the grunts of this horrific beast, which was almost three times bigger than her in height and weight, digging its sharp claws into her. She felt the loss of reality.... fading before her eyes. "No.... I didn't fail. I didn't!" She screamed, renewed strength pumped through her. Ignoring the claws fastened upon her shoulder and side, ignoring the blood welling beneath, her feet brushing against it. When she slowly started to bring her feet up, a fresh torrent of pain cascaded through her, the sweat pouring into her eyes. Shaking them away, her fingers skimmed the steel blade and finally hung on. With the last bit of her energy dulling away, she brought out her dagger and twisted; unable to feel her shoulder's muscle and skin tear away from the claws, and plunged it deep into the beast's heart in one full, solid motion.
She heard the roar before she knew that she was falling... falling into the pit of darkness awaiting her. Ready to caress her body, to soothe, to ease, to forget. Before the blessed darkness finally enveloped her thudding body, her lips curved, she gripped her blood, feeling its smooth fluid trickling through her fingers, soaking her clothes, whispering, "I've done it... bastards."
(^_^)(^_^)
The battle was over, and a figure stepped out of the shadows. Darkness enveloped him like a second skin, hugging his lean frame. A virus with its host. It sensed fear, and it searched relentlessly to keep its host alive.
He searched through the dead bodies, the live bodies, moaning pitifully in pain, unbearable pain, and with no affect on his heart, he searched. The steam rose from the still hot bodies, contrasting with the chillness of the night's sky, the blood glistening, the sharp scent giving it an unholy appearance in such a holy place. Stepping over the bodies, he stopped at one, recognizing the brilliant blonde hair, streaked with blood, enhancing her red highlights. Nestled in a lake of blood, rivers of it trailing down the steps. "Corruption," he bitterly whispered, "steps of corruption," kneeling down. Sliding his arms under her back and shoulder, a flutter of a sigh escaped.
"Kairos, you stood by my side," he said softly, the darkness and heat from his body encasing her. Turning, he walked out of his home, but home no more. Finally, he had attacked, and now he was leaving, leaving as a fallen angel. His life left behind.... In heaven, and he able to start a brand new one.
(^_^)(^_^)
It was a couple years after the rebellion against heaven. Chaos had calmed, and life was normal. The news that God's favorite, Lucifel had revolted against Him had been big news, and still mingled. No one really knew the whereabouts of him or his followers. Both sides were still dazed to search the lands to actually find him.
In an abandoned seeming house, there was a stirring inside. Had anyone bothered to look, they would've found Lucifel and his people, at least some of them. Smack in the middle of some odd dimension, burning deep with its aftermath of a scorching summer.
People inside, contrasted wildly with the open quietness of the outside world. Some were in the midst of a card game, and wild with curses and laughter. A movie was playing full blast, a movie echoing throughout the house after a fiery car crash and a hoot of laughter, and small fights were being ensued.
Other, a few of them were disturbed by all this noise, and even more so when they couldn't find a brief moment of peace. In the heart of their mildly miffed states was Lucifel who was growing more than miffed as the seconds passed. Kairos, his 'darling girlfriend' as she was referred to sometimes, was at the heart of the commotion, catering to everyone's needs and loving it.
Unsuccessfully, he was trying to get her attention, but it proved to be a difficult matter when she fluidly slipped past his fingers into a new group. Growling in disgust, he gave up and walked up the stairs, climbing over obstacles of bodies flung across them like clothes lying haphazardly across the floor. Someone grabbed his shoulders, and he looked face to face with his brother, Michael, drunk out of his mind.
"'Ey!" Michael cheered into his brother's wary face, gripping his beer like it was his soul, "Lucifel! Where ya going?! Party's barely started, killer though, right?" He asked, but before he gave his brother a chance, he turned slightly green.
Eyes widening in panic, he twisted away, and almost as if on cue, Michael collapsed to his knees, his shoulders convulsing. Scowling, he shook his head, "Kairos! Kairos!" He roared, knowing he could now be heard over the music, his fury carrying throughout any type of noise possible.
Kairos got up with a start, "What the hell was that?" hearing her name roared again, she shook her head, "Must be Lucifel, oh, well," she sighed, threading past the anxious group and towards his voice. "Damn, baby, what was that about?"
"Michael's sick, he almost hurled on me, and that would have been gross... no more than gross, it would've been disgusting. I never want to witness that again, alright, Kairos? That's just-"
"I know, disgusting, it just turns me on when you're so loving with your brother," she remarked sarcastically, rolling her eyes. Dropping to a knee, she slung an arm over Michael's shoulder, crooning, "Awe, look who won the bet."
"Go to hell," Michael rumbled, looking up at her with bloodshot eyes. "Oh, wait, you go there willingly everyday doncha, ya whore?" Shaking the hair out of his eyes, he groaned, and rested his head on her shoulder, feeling it tremble while she tried to contain laughter.
"Tsk, Michael. Such foul words from a guy who can't even hold his liquor longer than a girl. Now what will the guys think, huh, sweetie?" She asked, sliding her arm down towards his waist to boost him up.
"They'll think you're a fucking bitch who has no heart for the dying," he mumbled. Laughing, he circled his head, "The world goes round and round. Whee!" He yipped.
Giving up, laughter bubbled, "Michael, let's just get you to bed before you do something really retarded. Okay? I'll even help you up the stairs," she said, starting up the first one, looking back to see Lucifel leaning against the wall of the stairs, glaring up at them.
"Will you take me to bed too?" Michael asked, grinning as he leaned over and gave her a sloppily wet kiss.
"Don't make me kill you," Lucifel instantly shot out, straightening his lean frame, teeth bared threateningly.
Michael tossed his head back, "Ha! I will kill you, you stupid bastard."
"What?! Why you-" he growled.
Through clenched teeth, Kairos struggled to right Michael again after he tried to turn and prove his words, "You're not helping, asswipe."
"Shut up, Kairos! Did you hear the insolence in my brother's voice?" Lucifel asked, watching them slowly climb the stairs again. "It's not my fault that I have to always go through this weird punishment whenever he gets drunk out of his puny mind, and keep whatever brains he has left intact.
Ducking down with remarkable speed and turning, Michael charged down the stairs, arms flailing about like a windmill, and was about halfway down when he tripped. With a jumble of curses and yells, he fell down the steps, his feet and arms slamming against the walls.
Calmly, Lucifel surveyed his brother somersaulting down the stairs, and stepped away when he landed in a heap at his feet. Looking down, his eyebrow flickered upward, then, looked up at Kairos, who was on the verge of rage, hysterical laughter, and bewilderment. "I rest my case."
(^_^)(^_^)
The sound of her blood pumping thundered in her ears, the smell of fear evident. Stalking down the hall, gun cocked and ready, she felt like a hunter and its prey, ready to strike out. Music from the wrecked party blared overhead, trying to block her senses, but she ignored them, she couldn't risk herself to lose this battle. This was her final testament, her final will to survive, and she couldn't afford to lose.
Something rustled behind her, and as she swiveled around, it lunged, the mighty claws ripping into her skin. Grimacing when the taste of metallic blood flooded into her mouth, lower lip sliced by her teeth to prevent an agony of screams to tear through her throat.
Whimpers were the only thing she would allow herself to make, mixed with the grunts of this horrific beast, which was almost three times bigger than her in height and weight, digging its sharp claws into her. She felt the loss of reality.... fading before her eyes. "No.... I didn't fail. I didn't!" She screamed, renewed strength pumped through her. Ignoring the claws fastened upon her shoulder and side, ignoring the blood welling beneath, her feet brushing against it. When she slowly started to bring her feet up, a fresh torrent of pain cascaded through her, the sweat pouring into her eyes. Shaking them away, her fingers skimmed the steel blade and finally hung on. With the last bit of her energy dulling away, she brought out her dagger and twisted; unable to feel her shoulder's muscle and skin tear away from the claws, and plunged it deep into the beast's heart in one full, solid motion.
She heard the roar before she knew that she was falling... falling into the pit of darkness awaiting her. Ready to caress her body, to soothe, to ease, to forget. Before the blessed darkness finally enveloped her thudding body, her lips curved, she gripped her blood, feeling its smooth fluid trickling through her fingers, soaking her clothes, whispering, "I've done it... bastards."
(^_^)(^_^)
The battle was over, and a figure stepped out of the shadows. Darkness enveloped him like a second skin, hugging his lean frame. A virus with its host. It sensed fear, and it searched relentlessly to keep its host alive.
He searched through the dead bodies, the live bodies, moaning pitifully in pain, unbearable pain, and with no affect on his heart, he searched. The steam rose from the still hot bodies, contrasting with the chillness of the night's sky, the blood glistening, the sharp scent giving it an unholy appearance in such a holy place. Stepping over the bodies, he stopped at one, recognizing the brilliant blonde hair, streaked with blood, enhancing her red highlights. Nestled in a lake of blood, rivers of it trailing down the steps. "Corruption," he bitterly whispered, "steps of corruption," kneeling down. Sliding his arms under her back and shoulder, a flutter of a sigh escaped.
"Kairos, you stood by my side," he said softly, the darkness and heat from his body encasing her. Turning, he walked out of his home, but home no more. Finally, he had attacked, and now he was leaving, leaving as a fallen angel. His life left behind.... In heaven, and he able to start a brand new one.
(^_^)(^_^)
It was a couple years after the rebellion against heaven. Chaos had calmed, and life was normal. The news that God's favorite, Lucifel had revolted against Him had been big news, and still mingled. No one really knew the whereabouts of him or his followers. Both sides were still dazed to search the lands to actually find him.
In an abandoned seeming house, there was a stirring inside. Had anyone bothered to look, they would've found Lucifel and his people, at least some of them. Smack in the middle of some odd dimension, burning deep with its aftermath of a scorching summer.
People inside, contrasted wildly with the open quietness of the outside world. Some were in the midst of a card game, and wild with curses and laughter. A movie was playing full blast, a movie echoing throughout the house after a fiery car crash and a hoot of laughter, and small fights were being ensued.
Other, a few of them were disturbed by all this noise, and even more so when they couldn't find a brief moment of peace. In the heart of their mildly miffed states was Lucifel who was growing more than miffed as the seconds passed. Kairos, his 'darling girlfriend' as she was referred to sometimes, was at the heart of the commotion, catering to everyone's needs and loving it.
Unsuccessfully, he was trying to get her attention, but it proved to be a difficult matter when she fluidly slipped past his fingers into a new group. Growling in disgust, he gave up and walked up the stairs, climbing over obstacles of bodies flung across them like clothes lying haphazardly across the floor. Someone grabbed his shoulders, and he looked face to face with his brother, Michael, drunk out of his mind.
"'Ey!" Michael cheered into his brother's wary face, gripping his beer like it was his soul, "Lucifel! Where ya going?! Party's barely started, killer though, right?" He asked, but before he gave his brother a chance, he turned slightly green.
Eyes widening in panic, he twisted away, and almost as if on cue, Michael collapsed to his knees, his shoulders convulsing. Scowling, he shook his head, "Kairos! Kairos!" He roared, knowing he could now be heard over the music, his fury carrying throughout any type of noise possible.
Kairos got up with a start, "What the hell was that?" hearing her name roared again, she shook her head, "Must be Lucifel, oh, well," she sighed, threading past the anxious group and towards his voice. "Damn, baby, what was that about?"
"Michael's sick, he almost hurled on me, and that would have been gross... no more than gross, it would've been disgusting. I never want to witness that again, alright, Kairos? That's just-"
"I know, disgusting, it just turns me on when you're so loving with your brother," she remarked sarcastically, rolling her eyes. Dropping to a knee, she slung an arm over Michael's shoulder, crooning, "Awe, look who won the bet."
"Go to hell," Michael rumbled, looking up at her with bloodshot eyes. "Oh, wait, you go there willingly everyday doncha, ya whore?" Shaking the hair out of his eyes, he groaned, and rested his head on her shoulder, feeling it tremble while she tried to contain laughter.
"Tsk, Michael. Such foul words from a guy who can't even hold his liquor longer than a girl. Now what will the guys think, huh, sweetie?" She asked, sliding her arm down towards his waist to boost him up.
"They'll think you're a fucking bitch who has no heart for the dying," he mumbled. Laughing, he circled his head, "The world goes round and round. Whee!" He yipped.
Giving up, laughter bubbled, "Michael, let's just get you to bed before you do something really retarded. Okay? I'll even help you up the stairs," she said, starting up the first one, looking back to see Lucifel leaning against the wall of the stairs, glaring up at them.
"Will you take me to bed too?" Michael asked, grinning as he leaned over and gave her a sloppily wet kiss.
"Don't make me kill you," Lucifel instantly shot out, straightening his lean frame, teeth bared threateningly.
Michael tossed his head back, "Ha! I will kill you, you stupid bastard."
"What?! Why you-" he growled.
Through clenched teeth, Kairos struggled to right Michael again after he tried to turn and prove his words, "You're not helping, asswipe."
"Shut up, Kairos! Did you hear the insolence in my brother's voice?" Lucifel asked, watching them slowly climb the stairs again. "It's not my fault that I have to always go through this weird punishment whenever he gets drunk out of his puny mind, and keep whatever brains he has left intact.
Ducking down with remarkable speed and turning, Michael charged down the stairs, arms flailing about like a windmill, and was about halfway down when he tripped. With a jumble of curses and yells, he fell down the steps, his feet and arms slamming against the walls.
Calmly, Lucifel surveyed his brother somersaulting down the stairs, and stepped away when he landed in a heap at his feet. Looking down, his eyebrow flickered upward, then, looked up at Kairos, who was on the verge of rage, hysterical laughter, and bewilderment. "I rest my case."
