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Ayane's Choice
They say that all people have demons that chase them. The monster in the window or the buggy man under the bed. These never completely disappear, they just become a constant background fear. A fear that causes men to run. They run twords power, wealth, drugs, fighting, anything to give them a sense of control. Wise men realize that these monsters are of their own making and end the creatures existence, by stopping them and forcing them into the light of truth. Few are so bold and wise, though, and those who do are deemed gods.
These inner demons haunt us all. But unlike most of us, Ayane demon has a name...
She has never belonged, and the one person to show her love, she killed. She had no choice, it had to be. But now it became a question of why. What was the point? She was no longer who she once was, and she could no longer enjoy her sleep, where her true love Hayate told her that which she so longed to her.
All these thoughts ran through her mind as she awoke. She hadn't slept well scene she killed her dad. But, like a dream, these thoughts were to gone to be remembered, but could never be apart from her again.
She through the sheets off her and got up for a walk. What should she do now? Should she kill the man who is admittedly responsible, that Vic guy? She shut her eyes and remembered:
The auto guns flared and Then shut down, almost as if by magic. But during this period of loss of concentration, the monster had hit That Man. IT was like watching an invincible being, fall from paradise, condemned to be a devil for all eternity. Then, during this, the inhuman thing had turned it's attention twords him, pounding him to a pulp, that weak-minded runaway shinobi bi*ch had acted, attacking the creature. They could have simply left, let him pay for what he had done, "but nooooo, she had to put her big nose in matters that weren't her concern" Ayane thought. All the doors were open and the disordered security force had been easy to destroy. As for That Man, well Bass had carried him...
" Why help him? IS he not the enemy?" She asked the room. IT was a well furnished room, showing an exquisite amount of taste, even in this dim morning light. They had stolen a plane and had left for Zack island. They had gone because it was discreet and only the bank in Sweden and Zack knew about, or so he said. It had been two days, and he had watched the other girls tend to his wounds and had asked why.
The writing seemed to her to be as clear as the daytime sunlight. He had taken her father, her love was next.
No. I will not let him take my love from me, I will kill him. No one will know, it will be an 'accident'. Why should I care if he dies, just one more obstacle to be removed. It has to be done, I will avenge my father. I will stop Him! I defy you stars!!!!!!!
This last line surprised her, it was from Romeo and Juliet, a play that her contuses didn't remember and, like so much else, was lost in the sea of her sub contuse. She pondered this as she walked down the hall. She arrived at His door. Room 411.
She wore her flannel PJ's and, even in that light, retained her beauty. Not a radiant glow, but a normal beauty, the most dangerous kind. She was like a flower that you almost pass over, but has some quality your eye can't refuse. She looked like a fallen angle, and her eyes had such saddens, that anyone might have thought just that. She had not scene any beauty in herself for, a long time, only a monster, a creature made to destroy.
She shook her head, trying to expel these thoughts, as a priest expels demons. She would chock him, that act surprised when she was told. End this be for it began. She opened the door quietly and almost laughed, he had been uncontuse for days.
She walked over to him, took the pillow, and then made the mistake of looking at his face. As she studied it, she saw no demon, set to take her happiness, just him. A man, a thing of flesh in blood
I have to, it is for the good of everyone it it...
She fell to her knees and cried in silence, partly because she had been too weak to succeed and partly because of what she would have done if she hadn't. She left that door thinking, " I leave with his burden, if he is a terator, I will kill him"
She said " You'd better be worth it." And left for another sleepless night in hell.
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Ayane's Choice
They say that all people have demons that chase them. The monster in the window or the buggy man under the bed. These never completely disappear, they just become a constant background fear. A fear that causes men to run. They run twords power, wealth, drugs, fighting, anything to give them a sense of control. Wise men realize that these monsters are of their own making and end the creatures existence, by stopping them and forcing them into the light of truth. Few are so bold and wise, though, and those who do are deemed gods.
These inner demons haunt us all. But unlike most of us, Ayane demon has a name...
She has never belonged, and the one person to show her love, she killed. She had no choice, it had to be. But now it became a question of why. What was the point? She was no longer who she once was, and she could no longer enjoy her sleep, where her true love Hayate told her that which she so longed to her.
All these thoughts ran through her mind as she awoke. She hadn't slept well scene she killed her dad. But, like a dream, these thoughts were to gone to be remembered, but could never be apart from her again.
She through the sheets off her and got up for a walk. What should she do now? Should she kill the man who is admittedly responsible, that Vic guy? She shut her eyes and remembered:
The auto guns flared and Then shut down, almost as if by magic. But during this period of loss of concentration, the monster had hit That Man. IT was like watching an invincible being, fall from paradise, condemned to be a devil for all eternity. Then, during this, the inhuman thing had turned it's attention twords him, pounding him to a pulp, that weak-minded runaway shinobi bi*ch had acted, attacking the creature. They could have simply left, let him pay for what he had done, "but nooooo, she had to put her big nose in matters that weren't her concern" Ayane thought. All the doors were open and the disordered security force had been easy to destroy. As for That Man, well Bass had carried him...
" Why help him? IS he not the enemy?" She asked the room. IT was a well furnished room, showing an exquisite amount of taste, even in this dim morning light. They had stolen a plane and had left for Zack island. They had gone because it was discreet and only the bank in Sweden and Zack knew about, or so he said. It had been two days, and he had watched the other girls tend to his wounds and had asked why.
The writing seemed to her to be as clear as the daytime sunlight. He had taken her father, her love was next.
No. I will not let him take my love from me, I will kill him. No one will know, it will be an 'accident'. Why should I care if he dies, just one more obstacle to be removed. It has to be done, I will avenge my father. I will stop Him! I defy you stars!!!!!!!
This last line surprised her, it was from Romeo and Juliet, a play that her contuses didn't remember and, like so much else, was lost in the sea of her sub contuse. She pondered this as she walked down the hall. She arrived at His door. Room 411.
She wore her flannel PJ's and, even in that light, retained her beauty. Not a radiant glow, but a normal beauty, the most dangerous kind. She was like a flower that you almost pass over, but has some quality your eye can't refuse. She looked like a fallen angle, and her eyes had such saddens, that anyone might have thought just that. She had not scene any beauty in herself for, a long time, only a monster, a creature made to destroy.
She shook her head, trying to expel these thoughts, as a priest expels demons. She would chock him, that act surprised when she was told. End this be for it began. She opened the door quietly and almost laughed, he had been uncontuse for days.
She walked over to him, took the pillow, and then made the mistake of looking at his face. As she studied it, she saw no demon, set to take her happiness, just him. A man, a thing of flesh in blood
I have to, it is for the good of everyone it it...
She fell to her knees and cried in silence, partly because she had been too weak to succeed and partly because of what she would have done if she hadn't. She left that door thinking, " I leave with his burden, if he is a terator, I will kill him"
She said " You'd better be worth it." And left for another sleepless night in hell.
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