A/N: Sorry for not updating this for so long, no ones been reviewing, so I
had kinda lost hope on this. But I've decided, who cares if you're not
reviewing, this is fun!
The Red
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(They say freak, When you're singled out, The Red, It filters through..)
I slowly turn the corner, and stare at the scene in front of me. There are two circular walls on each side, making it seem as if it was some kind of room. In the middle, there is a shallow platform, and surrounding it, are at least six card guards. They stared at me, with cold blank eyes as I walked to the platform, and climbed up onto it. It was obvious what they were planning to do. Try to kill me. That's what they're programmed for, but I wont let them. I wont.
(So Lay Down. The threat is real. When her sight. Goes Red again.)
I tear out my blade, then leap off the platform, straight at one guard. I tear him straight in half, as I land on top of him. He is nothing but a mangled body once I hit the ground. I stand atop him, triumphant. Two more come rushing at me, and I quickly duck as they stupidly swing their axes. While I'm down, I cut the one on the right's leg off. He immediately falls, and I walk upon him, grab him by the hood, holding up his head, then tear his head off.
(Seeing Red Again.Seeing Red Again.
This Change, She won't contain, Slip away, To clear your mind,
When asked, Who made it show, The truth, She gives into most.)
For a minute, I do nothing. I was so angry, and now I felt slightly woozy. I stand still for a moment, chest heaving. Then I whip around and throw my knife at the guard that was sneaking up behind me. It wasnt a very good through, I didn't know exactly where he was. It seared across his face, tearing at his eyes. He stumbled around for a bit, then lowered to the ground, holding his eyes as blood dripped through his fingers. The knife didn't land very far away, so I run and pick it up, then stab him in the chest.
(So Lay Down. The Threat is real. When her sight. Goes Red again.)
The third guard comes running at me, and I quickly dispose of him, reflexes like lightning. Then, the fourth. I wait for the two last ones.
(So Lay Down, The threat is real, When her sight, Goes Red again,
So Lay Down, The threat is real, When her sight, Goes Red again)
Finally, the both come running at me. I make the first stab, but the fifth one is quick. He pulls put his spear and blocks my knife, sending tiny gold sparks in the air. My knife is not enough against the spear, and eventually it is thrown into the air, landing far from where I am standing, and me, unable to reach it. I have no other weapons, all seems lost.
(SeeingRedAgainSeeingRedAgainSeeingRedAgainSeeingRedAgainSeeingRedAgain,Seei ngRedAgainSeeingRedAgainSeeingRedAgainSeeing RED!!!!!!!)
The two cards loom over me, winning smirks on their faces. But once again, in a heartbeat, I grab the fifth ones axe and pull it from his hands. Still in the same instant, I whirl the axe in a great circle, (For it was very heavy, and I couldn't really control it) And cut them both in half. It is over.
I drop the axe, with a great clattering sound. I stand still for a moment. Looking around at the carnage around me. Any other time I would have looked at this and cried, running to my mother, then burying my face in her dress. Now, I have no choice, and no mother's dress to run to. I will do what I can to save my friends, even if that means hurting them in the process.
(They say freak, When you're singled out, The Red, It filters through.)
I think its obvious I don't own American Mcgee's Alice. You can tell that by looking at the name. Also, I don't own the lyrics to "The Red" They belong to Chevelle.
The Red
___________________________
(They say freak, When you're singled out, The Red, It filters through..)
I slowly turn the corner, and stare at the scene in front of me. There are two circular walls on each side, making it seem as if it was some kind of room. In the middle, there is a shallow platform, and surrounding it, are at least six card guards. They stared at me, with cold blank eyes as I walked to the platform, and climbed up onto it. It was obvious what they were planning to do. Try to kill me. That's what they're programmed for, but I wont let them. I wont.
(So Lay Down. The threat is real. When her sight. Goes Red again.)
I tear out my blade, then leap off the platform, straight at one guard. I tear him straight in half, as I land on top of him. He is nothing but a mangled body once I hit the ground. I stand atop him, triumphant. Two more come rushing at me, and I quickly duck as they stupidly swing their axes. While I'm down, I cut the one on the right's leg off. He immediately falls, and I walk upon him, grab him by the hood, holding up his head, then tear his head off.
(Seeing Red Again.Seeing Red Again.
This Change, She won't contain, Slip away, To clear your mind,
When asked, Who made it show, The truth, She gives into most.)
For a minute, I do nothing. I was so angry, and now I felt slightly woozy. I stand still for a moment, chest heaving. Then I whip around and throw my knife at the guard that was sneaking up behind me. It wasnt a very good through, I didn't know exactly where he was. It seared across his face, tearing at his eyes. He stumbled around for a bit, then lowered to the ground, holding his eyes as blood dripped through his fingers. The knife didn't land very far away, so I run and pick it up, then stab him in the chest.
(So Lay Down. The Threat is real. When her sight. Goes Red again.)
The third guard comes running at me, and I quickly dispose of him, reflexes like lightning. Then, the fourth. I wait for the two last ones.
(So Lay Down, The threat is real, When her sight, Goes Red again,
So Lay Down, The threat is real, When her sight, Goes Red again)
Finally, the both come running at me. I make the first stab, but the fifth one is quick. He pulls put his spear and blocks my knife, sending tiny gold sparks in the air. My knife is not enough against the spear, and eventually it is thrown into the air, landing far from where I am standing, and me, unable to reach it. I have no other weapons, all seems lost.
(SeeingRedAgainSeeingRedAgainSeeingRedAgainSeeingRedAgainSeeingRedAgain,Seei ngRedAgainSeeingRedAgainSeeingRedAgainSeeing RED!!!!!!!)
The two cards loom over me, winning smirks on their faces. But once again, in a heartbeat, I grab the fifth ones axe and pull it from his hands. Still in the same instant, I whirl the axe in a great circle, (For it was very heavy, and I couldn't really control it) And cut them both in half. It is over.
I drop the axe, with a great clattering sound. I stand still for a moment. Looking around at the carnage around me. Any other time I would have looked at this and cried, running to my mother, then burying my face in her dress. Now, I have no choice, and no mother's dress to run to. I will do what I can to save my friends, even if that means hurting them in the process.
(They say freak, When you're singled out, The Red, It filters through.)
I think its obvious I don't own American Mcgee's Alice. You can tell that by looking at the name. Also, I don't own the lyrics to "The Red" They belong to Chevelle.