DISCLAMER: Ok, everyone says all that "I don't own this" crap up here but
you know what? WE ALL KNOW THAT!!!! So, for a change, I'm gonna say
this...
"HAHAHAHAHA!!! FOOLS! I stole (mystery person) from you fair and square!!
Stupid you for not even noticing! I snuck in one the night, grabbed
him/her by his/her gorgeous bod, and sent him/her home with me!"
So there. :3
(BTW, the chick in this story is BY NO MEENS ME!!! She's a lot cooler.
^_~v
There she was, back in Egypt were she grew up all those years ago. Except, this time she had a mission, to find the boy who had her put to death. When she was only nine years old, her very best friend betrayed her and sent a small army of thugs to kill her and any who stood in their way. That's how her parents died. They tried to save her and were stabbed to death. She, however, was not so lucky as to be simply stabbed. No, she was tied up with her hands behind her, her feet bound, and a rope to connect them. Then she vividly remembered being thrust into a blood-soaked bag and then thrown into the Nile river. No one survived the crocodiles that followed. She didn't even know how it happened because she passed out from fear and lack of air. But none of the details mattered now, she had to find him. The one who had her killed. She dredged across the sand dunes that led to Cairo and the home of that unloving bastard. As she squinted to block the sun and sand, she found an old, ruined house that was nearly worn away by the wind and sand. Her old house! How was it still here? It had been almost seven years since it was even entered. The door was gone so she simply stepped inside, why she didn't know. That house had awful memories on its floors. In fact as she entered her old room, she looked down and saw her parents blood, still fresh on the floor. The site would have chilled her if she wasn't so used to it now. But, as she looked up at her old window, she saw the soft, dark blue, evening sky of Egypt's dusk and a pair of big violet blue eyes peering at her through the hole. They belonged to an adorable little boy of about five or six with windblown blond hair who was gently tapping on the sill. As she went to the window and leaned out, she was met with the beaming happy face of that little boy.
"Come on!" he said "You've gotta see what I've found THIS time!" She began to feel her cold, hard heart melt and soften as she looked at him with his outstretched hand towards her. As she began to take it, she felt like she was stabbed in her heart, and bitten over and over by large sharp teeth as a loud voice startled her by saying, "NO! GO AND DIE!"
"Ah!" Kira softly screamed as she panted for breath. There she was now, back in her third class stowaway cabin of a Battle City bound ship. Her room consisted of the space behind an old table in an old janitor's closet that even the most of the crew didn't know was there. The smell of old dust an cleaning supplies met her nose and she knew she was awake. It was then that she fully realized her pain, her body ached, and tingled; twitched, and cramped. She gently lifted her black tee shirt to reveal hundreds of sets of bite marks all over her body and ever, last, one was red hot and aggravated. She silently put back her shirt and gazed at the rising sun through her tiny little port hole and said,
"One day Sobek. One day."
There she was, back in Egypt were she grew up all those years ago. Except, this time she had a mission, to find the boy who had her put to death. When she was only nine years old, her very best friend betrayed her and sent a small army of thugs to kill her and any who stood in their way. That's how her parents died. They tried to save her and were stabbed to death. She, however, was not so lucky as to be simply stabbed. No, she was tied up with her hands behind her, her feet bound, and a rope to connect them. Then she vividly remembered being thrust into a blood-soaked bag and then thrown into the Nile river. No one survived the crocodiles that followed. She didn't even know how it happened because she passed out from fear and lack of air. But none of the details mattered now, she had to find him. The one who had her killed. She dredged across the sand dunes that led to Cairo and the home of that unloving bastard. As she squinted to block the sun and sand, she found an old, ruined house that was nearly worn away by the wind and sand. Her old house! How was it still here? It had been almost seven years since it was even entered. The door was gone so she simply stepped inside, why she didn't know. That house had awful memories on its floors. In fact as she entered her old room, she looked down and saw her parents blood, still fresh on the floor. The site would have chilled her if she wasn't so used to it now. But, as she looked up at her old window, she saw the soft, dark blue, evening sky of Egypt's dusk and a pair of big violet blue eyes peering at her through the hole. They belonged to an adorable little boy of about five or six with windblown blond hair who was gently tapping on the sill. As she went to the window and leaned out, she was met with the beaming happy face of that little boy.
"Come on!" he said "You've gotta see what I've found THIS time!" She began to feel her cold, hard heart melt and soften as she looked at him with his outstretched hand towards her. As she began to take it, she felt like she was stabbed in her heart, and bitten over and over by large sharp teeth as a loud voice startled her by saying, "NO! GO AND DIE!"
"Ah!" Kira softly screamed as she panted for breath. There she was now, back in her third class stowaway cabin of a Battle City bound ship. Her room consisted of the space behind an old table in an old janitor's closet that even the most of the crew didn't know was there. The smell of old dust an cleaning supplies met her nose and she knew she was awake. It was then that she fully realized her pain, her body ached, and tingled; twitched, and cramped. She gently lifted her black tee shirt to reveal hundreds of sets of bite marks all over her body and ever, last, one was red hot and aggravated. She silently put back her shirt and gazed at the rising sun through her tiny little port hole and said,
"One day Sobek. One day."