This is a cllection of clippings for an SM crossover I am working on. Each clipping comes from every chronological chaper I have done so far. If you like the teasers, vote to continue.
.:: ::.Important Note
.::Some words have been changed in order to keep the crossover secret. First to guess correctly will get a chapter long role in the story.::.
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Doctors dressed in white, flourescent lights burning brightly above them. A heart monitor, a breathing machine, IV, and several othermachines beeping and droning on- like thunder in the usually quiet room. Blood soaking the pure white bed- a stain that stuck out more than the child laying nearly lifeless on it. Hair silver as the moon, smooth and soft as silk.. Bright aqua marine eyes half closed- the light, the life, flickering, dying, in them like a slight wind on a burning candle. The doctors voices were muffled- talking to each other as to find the best course of action. After a few seconds of deliberation, they called for surgeons tools. The head doctor picked up a wicked looking scapel, and sliced the tender skin of her chest open. Her eyes shot open, pain courced through her. The fact they never gave her anything to numb her made her realize- they were part of the corrupt corperation as well.
They pushed her out into the streets without so much as a second thought. She huffed, her cerulian blue eyes hardening into a gaze that read loudly she had seen far worse than death. She fingered her gun, as a small comfort to her naucious stomach that if they DID come, she would be ready. The wind cought her hair, lifting it into the sky. She smiled, wicked and dark, she had changed. No longer did she run through wind, pretending that she could fly, she didn't smile- not the one once happy and true- but a small fron constantly marring her smooth, alabaster face until a dark or wicked thought entered her mind, then she grinned. The grin wasn't happy either- it looked as if it belonged on one who belonged to the Hearthollowed institution for the saneless- AKA a near by asylum. Her grin fell, and her frown became more intense. She had changed- for the better, in a darker perspective- inside an out. Her hair Silver with blacked tips was longer than ever before. The buns sitting atop her head had become smaller, higher up, and no longer held her hair in those disgustingly silly, childish, pigtails.
The wind from the nearest city smelled of death, molocules of rotting flesh carried within it's icy grasp. The wind numbed their faces, and blew directly in their eyes- blurring their vision. One pulled out a gun, fingering the trigger. The other, spoke in a dark female voice, "We're not here for that, now. Leave N.I.G.H.T.M.A.R.E, and spread the virus through the ventalation system, soon- we will get what THEY took- back."