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Post by Vadarth on Dec 6, 2008 19:12:16 GMT -5
In this fanfic, humans and animals live together as if it were a normal thing. Chaos Emeralds are in this. The planet is Mobius, yet with Earth (and Mobius) locations. Enjoy...
Chapter 1: How It Is…
…Life. It is a magnificent thing. It shows itself in many forms, and is always changing, evolving. Life never stays the same, for time is but a speed bump on the road that is life…
New York City – November 4th, 2007 – 9:45 P.M.
The cat ran. Running was what she knew best, as of late. A blast came from behind her, but she dodged it, almost tripping, and continued to run. The men were gaining on her, but she upped her speed and strode ahead. She turned left and right in the alleyways. “Have…to…get…away…” she panted to herself. She turned right again and ran straight into the open arms of a green robot. She struggled, but it just held her tighter. “Zero has accomplished mission,” she heard it say over its comm. The cat stopped struggling and moved her hand so that pointing at Zero’s mid-part. A laser suddenly protruded from the metal on that hand and went straight through Zero. “Zero systemz malvunctiooioningg…” Zero arms slackened and the cat ran off, jumping over men in black suits and black glasses with laser guns who had just appeared. The cat landed and continued to run, gaining speed, and kept pushing herself, running straight at a wall. “She can’t escape! Get her now!” she heard one of them say. They pointed their guns and opened fire. She dodged most, but was grazed by two on her right shoulder. She shrugged off the pain and continued to run, faster, faster, and faster. She reached 88 miles per hour when she reached the wall and ran up it, all the way to the top. She jumped and landed on the roof of that building. She turned around to look at the stunned men. One of them turned to another and said, “You just had to open your big mouth, didn’t you?” The cat smirked and ran off, into the sunset.
Los Angeles – Police Station – November 4th, 2007 – 4:56 P.M.
“Still studying that case, Whitey? I’m telling ya, it was just a normal suicide…Why does everything have to be a murder with you, anyway?” Greg asked, sarcastically. White looked up from his desk, then looked back down, studying the case files, looking for some way, for something that will show him what really happened at 454 Greenet Street. “Go away, Greg. Don’t you have some better business to do, like eat donuts?” Greg’s face gained a crestfallen expression and said, “I’m not fat…I may be 300 pounds, but I’m not fat.” He shrugged with a grin and said, “Fine, I’ll go eat some donuts.” And with that, Greg left White’s office. White sighed. This was a murder, he thought, it has to be…But how? White sighed again and got up to walk around. It had taken a long time for him to get up to where he is now. A lowly white hedgehog at first, now a high ranking police officer. Respected by all (except Greg). He solved many a case, some that were so confounding, even White himself looks back on how he figured them out with wonder. But this case was different. It looked like a suicide alright, but he just got the feeling that it wasn’t, and if there was something White had learned in this business, it was to trust his feelings; they were always right. White reviewed the case file for the 5th time. A bird of age 36 was found dead in his apartment, his hand holding a knife that was plunged into his heart. The knife only had the fingerprints of the bird himself. He was sitting in his chair with a calm expression plastered on his face when they found him. There was no sign or evidence of there being anyone else there. White shrugged and gave up for now, when something caught his eye. There, in the corner of the picture, was an extremely small fuzzy mark. White got a magnifying glass and looked closer. It was some sort of white package, with the words/letters ‘C Corp.” on it, and nothing else. “’C Corp.’? Hm…I’ll have to check it out. For now, I need some sleep…” He got up and put the case file away, then walked over to his jacket and put it on. He walked out of his office and locked the door and turned to walk to the stairs at the end of the hallway and saw someone. There was a person wearing a trench coat at the end of the hallway. The person was staring at White, with only the person’s dull rainbow eyes visible. The person then turned and walked around the corner. “Hey!” White shouted and ran after him. When he rounded the corner, he saw nothing. The person had vanished. “What the…” White muttered, and shook his head. “Great, now I’m seeing things!” he said to himself, yet he now had a bad feeling in his gut. He turned back and walked down the stairs and out of the building.
London – Westingberg High School – Nov. 4th, 2007 – 7:56 P.M.
Tony laughed and stopped the car. “Ready?” The girl fox who was sitting next to him laughed. “Set?” The girl contained her laughter, still smiling. “GO!” Tony slammed the acceleration pedal and off they went in the shiny red car ((I do not know nor care for car names, just so you all know)). They sped off, the girl laughing and Tony smiling. After minutes of racing around the parking area of the mall, he finally stopped and parked the car once more. “You have a great laugh, you know?” Tony said to the girl. The girl giggled and responded, “Yours isn’t so bad either!” Tony laughed with the girl, having a great time. Tony stared into her eyes and said, “April, you have beautiful eyes…” April looked into Tony’s eyes and suddenly leaned closer and kissed him. They continued to kiss for what seemed an eternity when Tony heard a car park nearby. He heard a car door open and slam closed and suddenly he was dragged out of his car by a rock hard grip. The guy who had grabbed him threw him down to the ground and started to kick him and stomp on him with his two buddies. “You think you can take MY girl!?!” he shouted angrily. Tony couldn’t see who it was, but he recognized the guy’s voice: it was Laurence (a wolf), April’s ex, and his two buddies, Jim and Jake (both ferrets). “Law, stop it! I’m not your girl! Stop!” Tony could hear April say. Tony suddenly felt an opening and kicked, hitting something. “Jim!” Jake shouted. One down, two to go, Tony thought. Tony slowly got up and saw Laurence dragging April to his car. Tony walked over and threw a punch which connected with Laurence’s head. Laurence turned around, fuming. “Oh, so you wanna dance, pretty boy!?!” he said, clearly enraged. Tony and Laurence circled each other. “Oh, stop it you two! Stop!” April said from the sidelines. “Get him, Law!” Jake said from the sidelines. Tony threw a right and missed. Laurence threw a left right then, connecting with Tony’s temple. Tony staggered down, his vision fuzzy. “What’s the matter? Huh? Not so smug now, huh?” he could hear Laurence say above him. “Stop!” April shouted. “Shut up!” Laurence said and hit April, knocking her to the ground. Tony saw a small trickle of blood escape from her nose. Tony grew mad and kicked Laurence’s instep, crushing it. Laurence howled and fell, twisting his ankle. Tony then got up and started to kick Laurence, hard, so that Laurence started to bleed from the head. Jake edged closer to Tony and was wacked by Tony’s elbow, which he had swung back to gain more momentum and power. Jake fell to the ground, groaning. April cired out, “Stop it Tony, stop! Don’t be like them!” She went and grabbed Tony’s arm. Tony swung her around and grabbed her other arm, blinded by rage. Suddenly Tony felt cooler, and saw April start to scream. He let go of her arm, but it was too late; from the place Tony had touched her, frost appeared and spread all over her, freezing her solid. Tony was shocked, and suddenly was shoved from behind. He fell forward into the frozen April, knocking her to the ground, which caused her to shatter into a million pieces. He rolled over to see Laurence, Jake, and Jim, barely standing, with a look of horror on their faces. “I-I’m telling the cops, freak! Come on, l-let’s get out of here!” They turned and got in their car and drove off. Tony heard sirens approaching from a distance, and got up, disoriented and hurting, and ran, forgetting completely about his car. He headed for the nearby woods, almost tripping on the way.
Los Angeles – Alleyways – Nov. 4th, 2007 – 6:23 P.M.
White walked down the alleyways. “I hate this place,” he said to himself. Unfortunately, they are the shortest way to his house, and his car got destroyed recently. He continued to walk and heard a noise. He turned around and saw the same person he saw before. The man/woman in the trench coat. “Who are you?” demanded White. The person slowly advanced. White backed up a bit and took out his gun. “Don’t make me shoot you! Freeze! I said, freeze!” The person stopped walking and cocked his/her head. The person then raised his hand. White fired, yet the person didn’t even flinch. The person then pointed at White. “Hm?” White kept his gun trained on the person and turned his head to look behind him. There, he saw three men in black suits and black glasses walking up to him. White looked back at the person to discover that the person was gone. Also, if White had walked in the direction the person was in, he would have found a bullet on the ground right where the person was, completely smooth and undamaged, as if it had been placed on the ground and never fired. White turned around again to face the three men and asked, “Who are you?” One of the men answered, “We are here to tell you that we don’t appreciate people who look into things they shouldn’t. So we are going to give you a warning that will make sure you don’t go sniffing into other people’s business.” All three of the men then took out guns and fired at White faster than a human could move. The guns fired red lasers, and all of the nine shots they fired hit their mark: White. The men looked down on the almost dead White and left, allowing him to die slowly. White groaned, and stared up at the sky. The sun was low in the sky, and the moon was right near it. The moon slowly moved across the sun until it completely blocked it, causing an eclipse. White breathed hard, and slowly his vision turned black...
White woke with a start. There was hobo looking at him strangely. White suddenly remembered the men from the night before. It was morning now. White looked down at his body and saw dried blood all over. There were burn marks and holes in his shirt, yet no mark at all on his body. Slowly he got up. The hobo suddenly yowled in fear and ran away. White was puzzled and looked at his body again. It was abnormally white, even for him. He touched it with his hand - or at least he tried. His hand went straight through his body. “What is this?” he said, “a dream? What is going on?” White stood there for a while, then shook himself out of his stupor and walked off, heading to his home.
…Life. It’s always changing, evolving into something new. Evolution may take some time, but it happens always, all over. Nothing stays the same in life; that’s just how it is…
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Post by Crow on Dec 6, 2008 19:23:14 GMT -5
O.o looking good so far. And i died right off the bat xD
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Post by Vadarth on Dec 6, 2008 19:39:01 GMT -5
lol, indeed. Didn't expect that, eh?
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Post by Crazienous on Dec 6, 2008 19:53:01 GMT -5
... it friggen confuses the h*ll outa me... otherwise, AWESOME! what else is there to say? =o
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Post by Vadarth on Dec 6, 2008 21:02:55 GMT -5
Thanks! But what exactly confuses you?
As some can see, this is a take off on the show Heroes.
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Post by Crazienous on Dec 7, 2008 5:36:27 GMT -5
... that's pretty much what confused me xD ... don't tell me there's going to be a guy who lazers peoples heads half off?
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Post by Vadarth on Sept 9, 2009 17:23:45 GMT -5
Chapter 2: Something New
…New things are discovered every day. People find this to be true all the time, discovering new things about themselves they did not know of before…
England – London – Westingberg High School – Nov. 5th, 2007 – 7:00 A.M.
The sun’s early rays shined on the ice pieces, melting them to water. The water flowed freely down the street into a pothole…
United States – California – San Francisco – Bell & Burke’s Carnival of Fun – Nov. 5th, 2007 – 10:07 A.M.
The sky was a clear blue. Few clouds were in it, and the sun was high, shining brightly. An olive-green with black stripes hedgehog was lying down, his eyes closed. The roar of vehicles and other city noises below were lost on his daydreaming mind. He would always come up onto this roof of his and just relax, as the hours go by. Once he even stayed up there for three whole days, not even noticing the passing of time. “Hazard!” someone called. “Hazard! Hazard! Wake up!” Hazard slowly opened his eyes to the vigorous shaking of his best friend for three years, Kylie. “Come on, you lazybones, get up! We’re going to the new carnival today!” she said excitedly. Hazard looked up into the magnificent yellow eyes of this beautiful pink cat with orange dyed hair – and fell back to sleep. Kylie stood there for a few moments, then starting fuming. “WHAT!?! YOU JUST FALL BACK TO SLEEP!?!” she screeched while kicking him repeatedly. “Ouch!” Hazard said, while rubbing his bruised back, “I’m up, I’m up.” “Well, now it’s just too late!” Kylie said, and stormed away. Hazard sighed, and almost began to lay back down when he realized he should probably go and try to make things right. “Wait, Kylie!” he said as he ran after her. Kylie suddenly turned around and aimed a punch at Hazard’s face. Hazard quickly dodged and grabbed her arm, using it to spin her around and catch her in a hold, his arms tightly around her so as to not let her arms go. “Please stop,” Hazard pleaded. Kylie struggled a for a bit more, but then gave in. Hazard slowly let her go. “Now then, shall we-” “Carnival? Yes!” Kylie interrupted and grabbed Hazard’s hand, dragging him towards the Carnival.
Nov. 5th, 2007 – 10:29 A.M.
“Here we are!” Kylie said happily. Hazard looked around. There were many rides, including a Ferris Wheel, five roller-coasters, and many more. People were everywhere. “Where to first?” Hazard asked. Kylie looked and thought for a few moments, then said, “The biggest roller coaster here, which is called…Devil’s Revenge! Come on let’s go!” Kylie ran towards it, beckoning Hazard to follow. Hazard walked after her, while looking up at the huge roller coaster and the huge fake devil that was the entrance.
Nov. 5th, 2007 – 11:01 A.M.
“Next coaster boarding!” yelled one of the roller coaster’s officials. After waiting 30 minutes on line, they finally made it to the actual roller coaster. “Let’s sit in the front!” Kylie exclaimed. “OK,” Hazard responded lazily. As they were making there way to the front they heard screams behind them. They and everyone else turned to look. A 10 year old girl hedgehog was crying and screaming. “NO! Don’t go on! PLEASE!!! It’s going to CRASH!!!” she sobbed to her parents. The parents shushed her and got out to comfort her. The dad looked back a guy hedgehog, who must be the girl’s older brother, and asked, “Aren’t you coming?” The brother sighed a “No,” and stayed put. The girl heard this and started screaming again. Guards and roller coaster officials came and said they had to leave. Some other people got involved and were forced to leave. Hazard saw this and got a bad feeling. “Kylie, I think we should go,” he said. “Nonsense, she was just scared. Come on!” Kylie made for the front again but Hazard grabbed her arm. “Trust me,” he said as serious as she has ever seen him before. Kylie gulped and nodded, managing a weak smile while saying, “Yeah, OK, but if nothing happens, you’re going to pay for me having to wait 30 minutes and a line for nothing!” Hazard didn’t crack a smile as he led Kylie off the ride and out of that area completely. They exited the roller coaster and found a group of people who were going to ride but didn’t were. Some were arguing with the little girl’s parents, while the girl stared at the roller coaster, stiff with fear and eyes red from recent tears. There were screams behind them. Everyone turned to look and saw the people who stayed on the roller coaster and were now riding it. They were screaming their joy, and nothing seemed wrong. But then it happened: suddenly, out of nowhere, a loud grinding and creaking noise came from the roller coaster. Then, as the people went up another large hill, the noise got louder until they heard a large cracking sound. As the coaster went down the hill, the last car suddenly swung up off the tracks and, still connected to the rest of the coaster, upside down onto the second to last car, smashing the heads of the people in those two cars. The coaster then swerved right along the track, tipping off of the track to the right then slamming back on to the track, causing frantic screams. The coaster approached the upside-down-segment of the track and another loud grinding and breaking noise came from the coaster. It then fell off the track, slamming into more of the track below it, twisting and turning, its wheels still going. It miraculously landed onto the ground with all of its wheels and jetted forward, colliding into the Ferris Wheel. The coaster rebounded off the Ferris Wheel and backwards into the air as the Ferris Wheel fell forward into an area where the dangerous circus animals were kept. The Ferris Wheel kept turning for a few seconds, destroying itself and killing many of the people on it in the process. The coaster fell back upon itself and became completely scrambled up as snaps were heard. The cars of the coaster separated, spiraling out into all of the other sections of the carnival. Pieces of metal flew harmlessly from the coaster, but bigger pieces came from the Ferris Wheel. One in particular was flung hundreds of feet into the dad of the little girl (and one of the other people who got off the roller coaster), slicing his body in two. More rides were destroyed by the out of control roller coaster cars and many more people died from this and the loose animals. One of the roller coaster cars crashed into the parking lot, ruining many cars. It bashed into a gasoline station next to it, causing a huge explosion which set off a chain reaction of exploding cars. One car was sent flying several hundred feet into one of the electric generators of the carnival, causing everything electrical to overload and burst. The electric generator then exploded, causing the three electrical towers carrying the electricity and wires and cables to spark and fall. One of them fell onto a nearby gasoline carrying truck stuck in traffic. The truck exploded, sending many cars and an armored plutonium carrying truck shooting into sides of buildings. The plutonium truck slammed into and through a building along with a few cars, causing the building to fall collapse onto/into itself. Fortunately, the plutonium truck was only carrying three crates/barrels/whatever-they-are of plutonium. Unfortunately, one of them was jostled loose and struck in such a way that, if it had not been for a nearby car exploding under the rubble of the collapsed building, would still not have exploded. But alas, the car did explode, and so did that one plutonium thing, causing a huge explosion, sending all of the rubble flying everywhere and causing a crater several miles deep. The other two plutonium things were sent flying still intact. One flew father into San Francisco. The other was sent high into the sky. The one sent 67.83 miles into the city met a factory, and had an explosive time with it. Literally. It decimated everything in a radius of 39.725 miles. The one sent vertically was unlucky enough to meet up with a plane-that-was-taking-off’s engine. The plane exploded in a magnificent fireball of destruction and death. The pieces and the fireball proceeded to fall to the ground, turning that part of the city into hell on Earth, with fireballs of all sizes (golf ball size to house size) raining down upon it. The only piece of that plane that remained unscathed after all of the destruction was a piece the size of a car that had a number 5701 on it…
Nov. 5th, 2007 – 11:09 A.M.
Tone suddenly snapped out of her one second premonition, which seemed much longer, and looked around, scared to death. “Two premonitions in one day, and only two minutes apart!?! That’s never happened before! And they pertain to the same thing!” she thought frantically. She was already outside, and her parents were arguing with some of the people who had gotten off the ride because of her. She stared at the roller coaster, stiff with fear and eyes red from recent tears, started to scream, “IT’S ALL GOING TO BE DESTROYED!!! EVERYONE IS GOING TO DIE!!! RUN!!!” With that, Tone ran towards the closest place she saw in her vision that would be safe: the restrooms (and the area immediately around them). Her parents quickly chased after her, and part of the group followed, with the other standing shocked and confused. Hazard quickly ran after, trusting his gut feeling, and Kylie followed, trusting him. As soon as they made it, they heard noises coming from the roller coaster (the restrooms were pretty close – about 20 feet away). And so it all happened, as Tone had foreseen, although one thing was changed: the piece of metal from the Ferris Wheel flew, not hitting her dad but instead aiming for an olive with black stripes hedgehog standing to the left of a pink cat with hair dyed orange. The hedgehog saw the metal at the last minute, but knew he could do nothing, so braced for impact, keeping his eyes wide open and squeezing the hand of his cat friend. But the metal never reached him, for a spout of flame roared from his right, striking and reducing the metal to nothing in mere seconds…
China – Beijing – Nov. 8th, 2007 – 12:17 P.M.
The orange-skinned and red-haired lioness, Missy, walked down the market street, looking for the food her mother sent her to buy. She looked to her left and right, sighing to herself. “I am so bored,” she muttered to herself, “I wish something new would happen around here.” Not being able to speak much Chinese made making friends kind of difficult. Missy spotted Chen, the fish seller, across the street from a street performer juggling lit torches. Missy walked over to him smiling, for she likes him a lot; Chen makes jokes all the time and speaks fluent English. Whether they’re funny or not is another story. The 35-year old smiled back and said, “Hey, Missy, I got a new one for ya: If fish lived on land, which country would they live in?” Missy struck up a thoughtful look and guessed, “Finland?” “Right you are!” Chen exclaimed, while Missy giggled. Missy looked down at his spread of fish and wrinkled her nose. “Still not used to it?” Chen asked. Missy shook her head. “I never will,” she replied with a frown. “Aw, don’t be down! Besides, you’ve only been here for six months; most people don’t get used to the smells in six months,” Chen said. “Really?” Missy asked hopefully. “Really. In fact, it takes most people six weeks to get used to it!” Chen broke into a grin as Missy playfully hit him. “Ah! Stop your pounding! Here, take your fish!” Chen said as he handed her a bag of fish and put his left arm in front of her to block her punches. Missy took the bag and handed Chen the money. “Ah, discount for you today, you lucky girl!” he said as he gave her back half of what she gave him. “Thanks!” Missy said and was about to go when she spotted something on the small T.V. behind Chen. “What?” Chen asked as he turned around. The T.V. depicted a gigantic crater from a helicopter high above. A news reporter woman wearing a yellow jacket with blonde hair and green eyes was addressing the people watching: “I, Synthia Stark, am above the scene of the devastated portion of San Francisco, California…” The reporter continued to talk as Chen spoke, “You didn’t hear? They had a major disaster caused by some freak accident down there at a carnival. A roller coaster came off its tracks and ran wild, causing a chain reaction which ended up with an armored truck carrying plutonium to explode. I also here that it even caused a plane to crash…” Chen spots Missy’s horrified look and quickly turns his head back around to face the T.V. Synthia Stark was showing a group a clean-up people in radioactive suits that read “C. Corp.” on their backs digging through the remains of the downed plane. They were carefully manipulating a piece the size of a car onto a vehicle. The piece had a number on it. As Missy read, Synthia said, “The plane leaving to Beijing, Caico Express Flight 5701, was destroyed by a plutonium crate sent spiraling up by an explosion.” Chen looked back at Missy and saw she was very pale. “Missy?” he said, his voice more serious than it has been in a long time. Missy backed away from Chen’s store and T.V., as if getting away from the T.V. would make it all wrong, as if it never happened. “A-a mistake…It has to be…” She continued backing up until she, very shaky at this point, tripped on a crack in the street and fell backwards into the street performer juggling lit torches. The performing was knocked backward, causing all ten torches to fly into the air and six to land on Missy. People started screaming as her clothes caught fire, burning hot on her skin. The fire traveled all over her clothes, enveloping her. Chen rushed over with two large buckets of water and quickly dumped them onto her, putting out the fire. She coughed and sputtered, wiping the water from her eyes as she is released from her paralyzed stupor. Missy looks around and sees people staring at her. She looks at Chen and asks, “What happened?” Chen obtains a dumbfounded look at her question and murmurs, “You were on fire…” Missy claps a hand to her mouth and remembers seeing fire around her and feeling its heat, but not feeling pain or even being uncomfortable by the heat. In fact, she now recalls enjoying the heat. She looks down at her body to see her clothes are charred and burned, with small holes here and there. The weird thing was that there were no burn marks on her body. Even her hair looked as if nothing at happened. She then looks back and Chen and thinks, “Well, this is something new…”
…Sometimes these new things manifest themselves only when needed. Others were always there, hiding in the dark, never seen nor heard…
I had watched all of the Final Destination movies a week before writing this.
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Post by Crazienous on Sept 9, 2009 22:30:55 GMT -5
I noticed the rollercoaster part xD btw... I see you copied the part where you first meet Hazzy and Kylie into The Foretold o.o ... hahah! caico express flight... the moment I read that, I started laughing for no reason xD oh... and fish do walk on land over here, after they're totaly wasted Vad, you make me envy you, for you're the only one right now that keeps posting awesome stuffs xD
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Post by Vadarth on Sept 10, 2009 22:22:04 GMT -5
Indeed; me very lazy. XD
OK...lol (*looks around*...check page 6 of your characters...)
Thank you! Post some yourself then. You have more than enough characters to create an engrossing story.
Hm...I think I may have an idea for another fanfic/story...Hm...
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Post by Crazienous on Sept 10, 2009 22:40:31 GMT -5
btw... I'm the lazy arse of the world <.< ... what about page 6? o.o if I had any good ideas, I'd be writing and posting every day... but, since I'm not posting anything, it means I dun have them great ideas <.< heheh... I wonder what that'll be ... want to hear the most annoying sound in the world?
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Post by Vadarth on Sept 11, 2009 16:00:52 GMT -5
lol
Just check!
Well, it seems you do now.
Hm...
lol, is that from a Sonic [Flash] Short?
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Post by Crazienous on Sept 12, 2009 0:39:34 GMT -5
now I'm confused xD
it seems that way, doesn't it? ._.
hmmmm.... *brain fart*
eeeh... no? I found that funny arse part from a DasBoSchitt video, and then traced it to Dumb and Dumber xD
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Post by Vadarth on Sept 12, 2009 11:59:19 GMT -5
lol
Ah.
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Post by Vadarth on Oct 11, 2009 9:20:00 GMT -5
Sorry for double-post. Chapter 3: Coping …When something new is discovered, it is not always welcome, but it is always there…United States – California – Los Angeles – White’s Apartment Building – Nov. 5th, 2007 – 7:29 A.M. White hurried up the steps to the apartment building in which he would find his cozy apartment and deliciously soothing coffee. He reached into his pocket and grabbed his keys, dropping them once they breached the edge of his pocket. He bent down to grab them, but his shaking hand suddenly went translucent-white and kept going straight through the keys and an inch of the ground they were resting upon. “****,” he cursed to himself, and tried again, this time with the other hand, which was still extremely pale, but very much opaque. Grabbing the keys, he shoved his translucent right hand into his right pocket of his torn jeans and raised the keys to the keyhole. He tried to put it in, but kept missing, and finally gave up, throwing the keys at the door. The keys bounced off and fell into White’s left shoe and foot. White gritted his teeth in expectation of pain, but felt none. More worried than curious, he muttered another curse and slammed the door with his right hand, temporarily forgetting its ‘problem’. The hand went straight through. “GODDAMNIT!” he swore, and pulled on the hand. Instead of the hand shooting back out of the door, he heard a thud and a pain arched its way up his arm from his wrist, the hand still stuck inside the door. He swore angrily again and tugged and pulled, but to no avail. He moved his fingers and felt something move. He heard a click sound from the keyhole. Slowly, he gripped the doorknob with his left hand, it slightly merging with the knob as it got paler, and turned the knob. In amazement, White pushed the door open and walked through, noticing that as he had forgotten all about his right hand for just a few moments it slipped right out of the door, now completely transparent (but still visible, as is the meaning of transparent). He quickly shut the door and climbed the steps, almost falling down when his right foot went straight through one of the steps. Carefully, he relaxed and slowly edged it out. Succeeding, he let out a breath he was holding and made it to his apartment’s floor. He walked down the hallway, looking at the numbers above their doors as he passed them by: 7007, 7009, 7011, 7013, 7015. White stopped at that last number, for it is the number of his room, and reached into his pockets for his keys. Feeling nothing, he looked down and saw them in his left foot, and remembered how they got there. He bent down and pulled, feeling a terrible pain lance up his body. He quit trying to use the keys and concentrated hard. He then took his right hand and pushed it through the keyhole area. He fumbled with the lock and heard it click, then took his hand out and grabbed the knob with same hand, now opaque once more, then entered his room and closed the door behind him. White let out another breath and leaned back against his door for a few moments, then attempted to push himself off but instead felt nothing but a falling sensation. He landed with an audible thud. His back now hurting, he opened his eyes to find himself staring at the ceiling of the hallway he had just exited, his feet sticking through his apartment’s front door. White groaned and started to slowly get up. England – London – Westingberg Forest – Nov. 4th, 2007 – 8:01 P.M. Tony half ran, half stumbled through the forest, trying to escape the memory of what had just happened. ”It can’t have…No, it just didn’t! April…NOT dead…please God, no, not dead…” he thought, almost tripping on tree roots because of his teary eyes. And so he kept on running, until his feet felt raw, then numb. As he ran, a figure silently followed… United States – New York State – New York City – Abandoned Apartment – November 6th, 2007 – 6:46 A.M. A bum walked slowly to his apartment, pulling his bag of food with him. The cans rattled and clunked together as he shuffled along the hallway, finding the door to his home. He gripped the door knob and turned it after hearing a click. While walking in, he heard a sound behind him. Turning, he got a glance of a shadow moving towards the stairs – where he came from. The bum stayed there a while longer, lingering in anxiety of what this shadow is. After a few minutes, he gave up with a sigh, and walked into his apartment, closing the door behind him with a click. The cat, hug the wall, eyeing the bum. After a while, the bum seemed to give up, and walked into the apartment. The cat breathed a sigh of relief, then graceful ascended the stars without a sound. When she reached the top floor, Floor 10, she quietly made her way across the long hall, picking an apartment at random. Checking the door, she found that the lock broke easily after many years of neglect, and so walked in. The apartment had a bedroom, a bathroom, a small living room, a kitchen, and a short hallway connecting them all. She shut the door behind her, and made a mental note to herself to get the lock fixed later. She looked around and saw that there was no furniture except for a dirty chair in the kitchen and an old couch in the living room. She jumped onto the couch and began to relax. “Finally,” she breathed, “I escaped.” She stretched and yawned, making herself comfortable on the first couch she’s sat on for years. Slowly she started to fall asleep, peaceful at last… ”…It’s coming!”She woke with a start. Her internal clock told her she was only asleep for two minutes when she heard the urgent whisper. She looked around, but saw nothing. She concentrated, switched between infrared, ultraviolet, radio vision, etc., but still saw nothing. She strained her hearing, yet no sound similar to what she had just heard was audible. ”What was that?” she thought, anxiety flowing through her. And then it came. United States – California – San Francisco – Ellington Hospital – Nov. 5th, 2007 – 7:07 P.M. Hazard held Kylie tight against his body as she shook. He was extremely worried about her – he had never in his entire life seen her like this. He glanced over to the operating room that held her mother, who had been caught in the destruction of San Francisco. Half of her entire body had been melted by an explosion, while the other half was hit by tons of radiation. Hazard sighed. His own father was safe; all he had received was a bang on the head when the earthquake hit his office building. His mother, well, she too was “safe”. Hazard looked over to Kylie’s father, on the other side of Kylie. He was an old cat, with black fur with white patches here and there (his hair [on his head] is completely white). He had a newly made scar along his right arm from a piece of metal that had cut into it while he was driving his car when the explosions started. He was asleep, with a hand over Kylie’s. Hazard look down at Kylie’s orange hair and casually stroked it with his free right hand. He thought about what had happened only nine hours earlier, how she had conjured up flame from nowhere and melted the piece of metal that was about to end his life. She had passed out right after, and had only woken up two hours earlier, to find that her mother was badly injured, likely to die. Hazard didn’t know what it was like to lose a mother – he never had the chance to even know his. Kylie suddenly moved a bit, adjusting her positioning in his arms to become more comfortable, and was still once again. Hazard sighed, emotions of all kinds running through him. He looked up and saw a small hedgehog girl and her parents walking down the hallway. ”That’s the girl that warned us all…” he thought to himself. The girl turned her head and locked eyes with him. Hazard gasped, his almost always present calm gone, replaced by anxiety and shock. ”My head…feels strange…” he said as he vision went dark, the last him seeing is the girl looking at him with no expressions or emotions except for the slightest gleam of sadness in her eyes. Africa – Nigeria – Lagos – Nicaragua Hotel – Nov 10th, 2007 – 12:02 P.M. A man sat in a chair at a table, waiting for his food to come. He was an average male in his mid-twenties, with a lean build. He had medium pale blond hair, almost tan skin, and shining emerald green eyes. He also had a strange symbol in an unknown language under his left eye, as well as two lines under his right eye that go from the side of his nose to his ear. There was an almost serpentine look/feel to him. The man was wearing a black suit, his hands resting on his lap, his eyes closed and breathing the disgusting-smelling air. Up and down, his chest rose. He heard a cough nearby, and so slid his eyes open to see who it was. It was the waiter and another man. The new man sat down in the chair opposite the man’s, an angry grin on his face. The Nigerian waiter put down the food in between them and left without a word. The man with the emerald eyes eyed the meat and casually picked up the salt nearby, unscrewing it and dumping the whole thing onto the meat, then spreading it evenly across it. “Like your salt, eh?” asked the new man, with air of hostility. The emerald-eyed man looked up at him and said, “To what do I owe this… pleasure, Vadarth?” Vadarth smirked and leaned back in his chair. Vadarth had a black coat on, with dark blue sweat-pants, despite the boiling heat of Nigeria. The back of the coat slightly bulged from something hidden underneath, he had purple eyes, black unruly hair, an extremely pale face and skin, a ragged and torn black shirt underneath the coat, three scars on his face, and pointed/sharp incisors gleaming from his slightly open mouth stretched into a grin. “Well, Yamato, my good friend, I would have thought you’d have known, or even expected me, seeing as you are the cause of the talk of the world.” Yamato stuck his fork into the meat and lifted it, eyeing its dripping blood, then shoved it into his mouth and swallowed whole. “Ah, yes, my latest work. Quite magnificent, don’t you think?” Vadarth’s grin twitched slightly, a sign of intense anger and loathing, which gave Yamato a good feeling. “You know how I feel about your methods, Yamato. If I didn’t agree with the ends, I would have…taken care of you long ago,” Vadarth replied coldly. Yamato smiled and answered, “Well, well, the demon thinks I’m a demon. How amusing.” Vadarth began to tap the table. “Don’t test my patience, Yamato Dokueki. And what exactly are you hoping to achieve from this? You do know you killed Chimera by doing this.” “I am hoping to show Caico I mean business. And Chimera was an unexpected bonus.” Vadarth lifted an eyebrow at that. “Bonus? You do know he won’t like that-” “I don’t give a damn what that fool likes or doesn’t like!” Yamato said, suddenly angry. He cursed and closed his eyes, regaining his cool after a few seconds. “Soon this silly game will be over, and my goal will be complete.” “Oh, but I like this game,” Vadarth replied with a happy smile at Yamato’s break in his natural cool. “I think I shall now take my leave of you and this God-forsaken country – continent, actually. Goodbye, Dokueki. I shall be seeing you again sometime. Say hello to them for me,” Vadarth said, and got up and walked over to an open window. He turned to smile and wave at Yamato, then jumped out the window. Yamato sighed and muttered, “Show-off.” England – London – Westingberg Forest – Nov. 5th, 2007 – 8:34 A.M. Birds were chirping, the sun was shining, and all was happy. Tony woke to the pain of an acorn hitting him on his head with its pointed tip. “Ow!” he exclaimed, gripping his head. Slowly, he got to his feet, then stumbled upon something slippery, falling back down to the ground, cutting his left hand on something sharp. Slower than the previous time, Tony got back up while grunting in pain. He looked down and saw a thin layer of ice stuck to the bottom of his left foot. His left hand was bleeding a little from the cut he had just received from a small ice shard on the ground, lying among many other ice shards all in the area he had just woken up in. “What the hell is going on!?!” he asked himself, panicked. He looked around and saw that the forest he was in was quite wet, yet it wasn’t last night from what he could remember. “It must have rained while I was asleep…” he murmured, then frantically started taking his clothes off as he had a startling realization: the ice was only around him. He threw off his shirt and gently touched his back. At first he breathed a sigh of relief as he felt nothing there. Then he moved his fingers slightly and felt something wet, cold, slippery, and hard. His hand started to shake as he touched his whole back, finding a thin layer of ice covering almost all of it. He took off his pants and saw that there was much ice covering his legs. His chest had very little, though. He then eyed his underpants, scared of what he might find. He slowly checked and breathed a sigh of relief when he found no ice to be there. “What do I do…” he muttered, and, hands shaking, grabbed a branch and began breaking the ice off his body. While doing his chest, his hand slipped and cut into his skin. The newly made wound began to bleed freely. Frantic, Tony quickly grabbed his shirt lying on a tree branch and pressed it against the wound, feeling slightly dizzy and pale. After a few seconds, color came back to his face and he ceased to feel dizzy. Puzzled, he took off the shirt and found ice covering the wound. Blood-red ice. United States – California – Los Angeles – White’s Apartment Building – Nov. 5th, 2007 – 11:09 A.M. White was slumped in his couch, beat from concentrating hard in an effort to stop falling through the couch. “What the hell is happening to me?” he thought miserably. Finally relaxed for the most part, he decided to take off from work today, something he did only thrice before in his entire life as a police officer. “Well, at least I get some peace and quiet now,” he said to no one in particular. Then the earthquakes started. United States – California – San Francisco – Ellington Hospital – Nov. 5th, 2007 – 9:05 P.M. Hazard woke to find Kylie gone. Her dad was awake now, looking at Hazard. “She went to the bathroom,” he said. Hazard nodded, then suddenly hunched over in pain, his stomach feeling as if it had just twisted into a thousand knots and then stuck with hundreds of knives and then put on fire. “I-I have to go to, it seems,” Hazard breathed, stumbled towards the bathroom. Kylie’s father quickly got up to help him, and together they made their way to the bathroom. The father waited outside as Hazard entered, refusing help to enter the bathroom. He crawled to the mirror and looked in. His face looked morphed and distorted. Hazard, startled, backed away into an open stall, tripping and hitting his head on the toilet bowl’s wet rim. United States – California – San Francisco – " " – Nov. 7th, 2007 – 10:57 P.M. The woman ran down the alleyway, screaming for her life. A shadow chased her, grinning ear to ear. The woman ran left, right, left straight, right, and into a dead end. “No!” she screeched, and made a weak attempt at clawing at the rock, her nails breaking instantly. She turned and the shadow, the man stood before her. He grinned, his pure white teeth showing, as he came closer, and closer. The woman cried, sound waves condensing into a force that smashed into the monster of a man. He was blown back, but landed on his feet. He then suddenly rushed forward, now on top of the woman. The man reached down and caressed the woman’s left cheek. She trembled at his touch, but stood rooted to the spot, frozen in place. The man then bent down and touched his lips to her head. Within seconds, he had devoured her whole… …Bad things, good things, both are prominent in a person’s everyday life. Whether it be talents, gifts, diseases, or curses, one must learn to live with them, for they shall never be gone. Coping is the name of the game…Like the newest chapter, peoples?
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Post by Crazienous on Oct 12, 2009 0:26:01 GMT -5
mmmm... something awesome to read... thank you oh mighty one~
... now you need to post more! xD
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