----Disclaimer----If I owned Yu-Gi-Oh!, "Wake Up" by Three Days Grace,
and you, then I would both rich, and a slave owner. Nope. I am
neither.----
Me: Hehe.^__^ Hello again! My second CYOA....maybe I should actually concentrate on finishing "I Hate Everything About You" before shooting this out at everybody.....Nah!
Malik: Oh, crap......now I'M stuck with you?! O___O
Me: Yup~~! *I glompies*
Malik: *thwacks me with the flat side of his Sennen Rod*
Me: *I rub my head as I type, pouting at the blonde Egyptian* Trust me to fall for another sadistic with a sharp object.......
Malik: Besides the fact that I gotta spend every authoress's note with you, you're going to make me love *he spits the word love out like it's bad fruit or something*.......and the reader, no less!
Me: Bwahahaha! Please enjoy, minna-san! ^-^ Oh! By the way, though this story has "CYOA" in its title, I doubt it will have choices. I just put it there so it could be easily identifiable. ^_~
***
I'm not sober all the time
But you bring me down, at least you try
Until we see this eye to eye
I don't want you
I must be running out of luck
'Cause you're just not drunk enough to f***k
And now I've had it up to here and I don't
I don't want you
It took so long to see
You walked away from me
When I need you
Wake up, I'm pounding on the door
I'm not the man I was before
Where the hell are you when I need you?
Wake up, I'm pounding on the door
I won't hurt you anymore
Where the hell are you when I need you?
I'm not angry all the time
But you push me down, at least you try
Until we see this eye to eye
I don't want you
It took so long to see
You walked away from me
When I need you
Wake up, I'm pounding on the door
I'm not the man I was before
Where the hell are you when I need you?
Wake up, I'm pounding on the door
I won't hurt you anymore
Where the hell are you when I need you?
It took so long to see
You walked away from me
When I need you
Wake up, I'm pounding on the door
I'm not the man I was before
Where the hell are you when I need you?
Wake up, I'm pounding on the door
I won't hurt you anymore
Where the hell are you when I need you?
Plish, plash.
Your footsteps were muffled by the muddy puddles beneath them, the boots falling heavily into the water-filled potholes. Your breath came in labored pants, ragged and forced against the ripping stitch erupting in your lower abdomen. Your lungs were screaming, the sensation of having little or no air was clawing at your torso like a rabid beast.
You had to keep running.......or they.......would get you.(Why??? What did I do?) You had to keep running.......
The numerous cries and shouts of your persuers sounded constantly behind you, muffled and distorted by the beating rain and your delirious fear. The deep, throatey yells of wordless obscenity rang in your ears and pulsing head, forcing you to run faster.
You pushed your numb legs forward desperately, pleading for your limbs to comply while not really having any idea of where you were going. The several cuts lacing your neck, arms, legs, and ankles throbbed painfully with each step, the pattering rain stinging the open wounds with every miniscule splash.
You dared to look back at your pursuers, your wet, untidy _________(your hair color here) hair slapping your face like mini whips, and your _________(your eye color here) eyes wide with panic. The rain splashed into your eyes and blurred your vision; you could not make out the figures chasing you anymore. But it did not change the fact that they were still chasing you.
Why? Why were they following you? What had you done? What did you possess that they desired? Your mind frantically searched for answers in the very corner of your thoughts, as the majority of your thinking space was filled with pure horror and adrenaline. But it was no use, all you could remember was running. It was as if you were someone who had dozed off while doing something important: you could not remember the fact that you had lost conciousness, nor could you recall that space in time when you had slept. You were all of a sudden forced back to the world, lost in confusion while you were expected to be taking part in something.
Your ankle, most likely broken, (How did it break? What did I do? Where did all these scratches come from??)was threatening to collapse as you ran, twinging in pain every moment your feet thudded dully on the sopping pavement.
Suddenly, there was a deafening shot behind you, by far loud enough to momentarily and completely drown out the rain, and a white hot, blinding pain shrieked into your shoulder, blotting out thought entirely. You screamed shrilly, still running, and clutched the new bullet wound, which was already gushing blood. It flowed freely from your tank top and slopped all over your hand, falling in small droplets onto the ground. Another shot fired and the back of your calf erupted in agony as well. You tried to keep running,(Have to keep running, have to)but collapsed with a choking gasp to the wet asphalt, the dampness of the street soaking through your shirt, mixing with the rich crimson of your wounds.
Your eyes squeezed painfully shut, and half of you wanted to just lie there,(Why not? Stop running, it only hurts, it's nice here.......)but the last logical bit of you shrieked to get up, to continue running (Get up!! They'll get you!)They'd get you.....
Your eyes snapped open, and you forced your self up, yelping quietly as you ripped the tissue of your wounds open ever more.
(Please, just leave me alone...)
You were becoming mindless in fear and panic and pain. You stumbled heavily and got up and continued to run, your sobbing, ragged pants echoing with no return off the dark, quiet houses.
The pain in your shoulder was screaming the white-hot pain again; your mind was quickly numbing what little coherent thought you had left. (It hurts......It hurts so much.)The tears streamed endlessly down your cheeks as continued to scream mentally, (Leave me alone!! Leave me alone!! Just leave me alone!!!!)
All of a sudden a sharp cry sounded behind you, you were brave enough to halt and look back. One of your pursuers lay dead on the wet, rainy pavement, a large hole gaping mutely in his back, blood and what appeared to be intestines spilling onto the ground.
Taking the opportunity to make your escape now that "they" were distracted you quickly and as quietly as possible limped into a dark, nearby alley, falling in a bloody, exhausted heap in a far corner.
You curled into a shivering ball and closed your eyes, trying to hold back your whimpers as you heard more dying screams outside.
Your clothes were soaked through, the fabric of your shirt and pants engulfing the wounds still flowing blood. You heard approaching footsteps, and tried to open your eyes. (Leave me......alone.......please....just--)Your vision grew gray around the edges, and you managed to give a soft whimper before closing your eyes and blacking out......
***
Me: Soo? Did you guys like it? I'll try to update this as soon as I can! ^__^
Malik: Well, that wasn't so bad.
Me: Just wait. :) Next chapter you actually meet the reader! And that'll begin the *I make smoochey noises*
Malik: *growls and turns into Yami Malik*
Me: Uh oh.....O___O
Yami Malik: *gives a spine-tingling smirk*
Me: *gulp*
Me: Hehe.^__^ Hello again! My second CYOA....maybe I should actually concentrate on finishing "I Hate Everything About You" before shooting this out at everybody.....Nah!
Malik: Oh, crap......now I'M stuck with you?! O___O
Me: Yup~~! *I glompies*
Malik: *thwacks me with the flat side of his Sennen Rod*
Me: *I rub my head as I type, pouting at the blonde Egyptian* Trust me to fall for another sadistic with a sharp object.......
Malik: Besides the fact that I gotta spend every authoress's note with you, you're going to make me love *he spits the word love out like it's bad fruit or something*.......and the reader, no less!
Me: Bwahahaha! Please enjoy, minna-san! ^-^ Oh! By the way, though this story has "CYOA" in its title, I doubt it will have choices. I just put it there so it could be easily identifiable. ^_~
***
I'm not sober all the time
But you bring me down, at least you try
Until we see this eye to eye
I don't want you
I must be running out of luck
'Cause you're just not drunk enough to f***k
And now I've had it up to here and I don't
I don't want you
It took so long to see
You walked away from me
When I need you
Wake up, I'm pounding on the door
I'm not the man I was before
Where the hell are you when I need you?
Wake up, I'm pounding on the door
I won't hurt you anymore
Where the hell are you when I need you?
I'm not angry all the time
But you push me down, at least you try
Until we see this eye to eye
I don't want you
It took so long to see
You walked away from me
When I need you
Wake up, I'm pounding on the door
I'm not the man I was before
Where the hell are you when I need you?
Wake up, I'm pounding on the door
I won't hurt you anymore
Where the hell are you when I need you?
It took so long to see
You walked away from me
When I need you
Wake up, I'm pounding on the door
I'm not the man I was before
Where the hell are you when I need you?
Wake up, I'm pounding on the door
I won't hurt you anymore
Where the hell are you when I need you?
Plish, plash.
Your footsteps were muffled by the muddy puddles beneath them, the boots falling heavily into the water-filled potholes. Your breath came in labored pants, ragged and forced against the ripping stitch erupting in your lower abdomen. Your lungs were screaming, the sensation of having little or no air was clawing at your torso like a rabid beast.
You had to keep running.......or they.......would get you.(Why??? What did I do?) You had to keep running.......
The numerous cries and shouts of your persuers sounded constantly behind you, muffled and distorted by the beating rain and your delirious fear. The deep, throatey yells of wordless obscenity rang in your ears and pulsing head, forcing you to run faster.
You pushed your numb legs forward desperately, pleading for your limbs to comply while not really having any idea of where you were going. The several cuts lacing your neck, arms, legs, and ankles throbbed painfully with each step, the pattering rain stinging the open wounds with every miniscule splash.
You dared to look back at your pursuers, your wet, untidy _________(your hair color here) hair slapping your face like mini whips, and your _________(your eye color here) eyes wide with panic. The rain splashed into your eyes and blurred your vision; you could not make out the figures chasing you anymore. But it did not change the fact that they were still chasing you.
Why? Why were they following you? What had you done? What did you possess that they desired? Your mind frantically searched for answers in the very corner of your thoughts, as the majority of your thinking space was filled with pure horror and adrenaline. But it was no use, all you could remember was running. It was as if you were someone who had dozed off while doing something important: you could not remember the fact that you had lost conciousness, nor could you recall that space in time when you had slept. You were all of a sudden forced back to the world, lost in confusion while you were expected to be taking part in something.
Your ankle, most likely broken, (How did it break? What did I do? Where did all these scratches come from??)was threatening to collapse as you ran, twinging in pain every moment your feet thudded dully on the sopping pavement.
Suddenly, there was a deafening shot behind you, by far loud enough to momentarily and completely drown out the rain, and a white hot, blinding pain shrieked into your shoulder, blotting out thought entirely. You screamed shrilly, still running, and clutched the new bullet wound, which was already gushing blood. It flowed freely from your tank top and slopped all over your hand, falling in small droplets onto the ground. Another shot fired and the back of your calf erupted in agony as well. You tried to keep running,(Have to keep running, have to)but collapsed with a choking gasp to the wet asphalt, the dampness of the street soaking through your shirt, mixing with the rich crimson of your wounds.
Your eyes squeezed painfully shut, and half of you wanted to just lie there,(Why not? Stop running, it only hurts, it's nice here.......)but the last logical bit of you shrieked to get up, to continue running (Get up!! They'll get you!)They'd get you.....
Your eyes snapped open, and you forced your self up, yelping quietly as you ripped the tissue of your wounds open ever more.
(Please, just leave me alone...)
You were becoming mindless in fear and panic and pain. You stumbled heavily and got up and continued to run, your sobbing, ragged pants echoing with no return off the dark, quiet houses.
The pain in your shoulder was screaming the white-hot pain again; your mind was quickly numbing what little coherent thought you had left. (It hurts......It hurts so much.)The tears streamed endlessly down your cheeks as continued to scream mentally, (Leave me alone!! Leave me alone!! Just leave me alone!!!!)
All of a sudden a sharp cry sounded behind you, you were brave enough to halt and look back. One of your pursuers lay dead on the wet, rainy pavement, a large hole gaping mutely in his back, blood and what appeared to be intestines spilling onto the ground.
Taking the opportunity to make your escape now that "they" were distracted you quickly and as quietly as possible limped into a dark, nearby alley, falling in a bloody, exhausted heap in a far corner.
You curled into a shivering ball and closed your eyes, trying to hold back your whimpers as you heard more dying screams outside.
Your clothes were soaked through, the fabric of your shirt and pants engulfing the wounds still flowing blood. You heard approaching footsteps, and tried to open your eyes. (Leave me......alone.......please....just--)Your vision grew gray around the edges, and you managed to give a soft whimper before closing your eyes and blacking out......
***
Me: Soo? Did you guys like it? I'll try to update this as soon as I can! ^__^
Malik: Well, that wasn't so bad.
Me: Just wait. :) Next chapter you actually meet the reader! And that'll begin the *I make smoochey noises*
Malik: *growls and turns into Yami Malik*
Me: Uh oh.....O___O
Yami Malik: *gives a spine-tingling smirk*
Me: *gulp*