ive ben busy...and i believe ive ben doing quite well with the "not being on the computer all day" thing...instead, ive taken a liking to solitaire and ive won more games in the past two past then i have in the past, what...ten years?...jeeze, im addicted to the friggen game now...i taught my brother how to play war and go fish...how does an eight year old not know how to play go fish? i have no idea, lol!...anyways, ill put up two chapters...and ill continue writing throughout the week...my senior pictures came out really well from what i saw reflected in the mirror behind the camera. and the AP testis a week from tomorrow...i heard its like six periods long, joy upon joys...
Disclaimer: I dont own the pilots...or the world they live in...i own the characters from heaven and hell though...for a very long time as well...
Warning: kinda bloody...i think...depends on what ya think...
Chapter, the fourteenth Mercy!
On Earth
"Mercy! Please! I BEG OF YOU!" the man began to scream, only to be silenced by the dull swish of Alex's Scythe slashing through bone and tissue. She raised the scythe, and in the half moonlight swung it so that the scythe itself resting against her back, between her wings. She looked around the barren place.
The hospital was littered with bodies. Hanging out of the windows, slumping against walls, falling in mid step to the ground. The red of their blood tinted the ground with a red haze. The Goddess of Death smiled as she searched for any minds that were still conscious. She found none. The 1400 people who were housed in the hospital were all going to die, if not by her hand, then by the disease spreading throughout the area. She took wing, and started to fly away. A minute after she flew started to leave, she felt the presence of a human mind. Turning sharply, he wings flapping furiously, she sent out a tremendous amount of telepathic energy straight into the mind of the last standing person. When the person fell, she looked upon the fallen form of a teenage boy. He wore a blue hood over his head, black pants, and white sneakers. His head had imploded with the force of the telepathic energy being forced into it. She turned again, feeling no remorse for killing the teenage boy, and began to fly towards the North. She had felt immense power there. She needed to investigate the source.
What she hadn't seen, was the video recorder catching all of her carnage, and her taking flight before the screen went blank.
-end 4 now-
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