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WWC 5 - ItamiAssassian"Bandits don't have graveyards." The king smiled that wild, almost childish smile of his, "We're buried where we hit the ground. It's a tradition."
"It's not fair..." Ruzu mumbled into Azurei's shoulder as she held him close and gently rocked the lord back and forth. "It's not..."
"I know." She whispered into his orange hair. "But it is what happened. He's--"
"No!" Ruzu looked up, wild battle-kissed eyes boring into her patient gaze. "Don't say it!" He almost screamed the words.
"Ruzuka." She said firmly, stroking his hair, "You have been raised as a bandit all of your life. You have seen a lot of people die, and I have heard you say const
WWC 5 -- disapperingvapourThe wind whistled through the graves, blowing into the faces of the group walking down the gap between the rows. The snow lying on the ground crunched under their feet as they looked for the recent grave of their friend.
We still dont know how you died, but The young man closest to the grave stopped, lost for words, and a girl next to him hugged him.
They stood in silence for a moment, just staring at the fresh gold lettering on the white marble, and the snow laying on top of it, glittering in the evening sunlight.
They were all wondering the same thing; what killed the once healthy and happy young man now lying under the snow and earth beneath their feet. Hed been found in this graveyard, amongst the older, crumbling graves, covered in blood and torn beyond recognition. No one could decide what had happened, and had allowed him to
WWC 4 -- lightwing5Chris get up, something is wrong, hurry up Chris The boy woke up dazed and looked at the other boy shaking him.
Whats wrong Tim!? Jolting up realizing who it was, yet not realizing how close Tim was. Which resulted in him slamming his forehead against his nose.
Oh no. . . . , He stared at Chris as he clutched his bleeding nose. He backed away and ran out of the room. Chris looked after, wondering what was wrong with Tim. He touched his forehead and flinched at the touch.
Great, I even get hurt in a hospital, how ironic. He threw his legs over the bed and gently put his weight on his left foot, testing to see if it would hold his weight. It didnt. Crap! The pain was too mu
WWC 4 -- bekkiaIn an operating theater illuminated by fluorescent lighting, emergency room surgeons frantically compressed the chest of a girl. Her long blond hair was smeared with blood, yet some how her face seemed so serene. Emeline watched from the hall window as each compression and each rescue breath seemed to be her last.
Emeline turned away from the gruesome scene, mechanically brushing the locks of her blond hair to behind the shoulder of her lab coat. This was the job she had signed up for, after all. Death was just part of the game.
At first, death in the hospital had jarred her. The memory of her first patient choking out his last breath had clung to her mind like a leech. With each passing patient that she saved and each passing patient that moved on to something new, Emeline realized that there was no use crying. No use shedding tears, because no amount of tears could ever bring them back.
WWC 4 - ItamiAssassian"I want to die." Kathy told John.
"Why would you want that, Grandma? They're having meatloaf today!" The intern informed her, "You could at least wait until after lunch."
The old woman smiled, closing her eyes. "You're a good boy, Johnny."
"Thanks, Kathy." John waved at her and then stepped out of the room into the hallway.
The hospital appeared to be deserted. Of course, that wasn't unusual. Ever since people had found out about the murders taken place there, they'd been going to the next town. The same went for most of the doctors, too. But John didn't mind! For one, his pay had almost trippled since everyone started leaving!
WWC 4 -- disapperingvapourThe door opened with a slight creak as the girl opened it and looked around.
The hospital appeared to be deserted. She walked further into the reception area and found no one behind the desk, as well as in the chairs in the waiting area.
Weird she murmured to herself as she walked around the room, and then went back
to the desk and stared at it. It was dusty. There cant have been anyone there for a while
But... shed been told a friend of hers was here, and she was sure she hadnt got the name wrong She looked around again, trying to find a sign or some explanation why this area was deserted. Maybe this part was no longer used? She sank onto one of the chairs; a cloud of dust flew
X-Guage Summary -- Last-DawnIn the year ____ an unmanned probe was sent to Jupiters moon Europa to determine whether or not the deep sea oceans supported life. Though successful, the probe was lost, as unexplainable interference cut it off, depriving it from power and all communications. No-one knew what happened.
Over the next 100 years, many more missions, manned and unmanned were sent by Earth as it built its fledgling interstellar empire. Earth had just reached its first new stars, its first new worlds, but still it could not penetrate the region that had claimed all previous missions. Then in the year 21__, a scientist staying at an ice mining facility on the surface of the moon directly over the unexplained area. Using an idea unthought of so far, he pushed backwards in technology, rather than electrical systems for motion, he used flywheels and pulleys, instead of a complex guiding system he just pointed it and let it go, attached to a cable that
Battered -- AgentRoyGBivPrologue
"Eden! Eden!" He shook him by the shoulders, eyes filling with tears as Eden's head lolled to the side. Running his fingers along the other man's bruised and battered cheek, tears fell from Chase's eyes. "Please...you have to wake up...please..."
This wasn't happening. It couldn't be. Eden wasn't dead, he wasn't holding his bloody corpse in his arms. No. "Eden!" Chase's voice grew high with fear, a sudden panic filling him. "You can hear me, right?! Right?!"
His eyes drifted down to the man's neck, widening when he saw the large bruise encircling Eden's thin neck. "...Eden..."
"You know...calling his name isn't going to bring him back."
WWC 3 - ItamiAssassianThere are lots of different children of the world, and most of them want to be different things. Some of them want to be just like their parents, or like an idol. Others just want to be happy. Some have dreams that can be easily reached, some have dreams that cannot be easily reached.
For instance, when I was a lad I wanted to be just like my mother. I know, I know it's quite silly seeing as I myself am a man, but she was the only family I knew back then. I really didn't know much at all. Of course no one has ever known very much on the grand scale, but we do try our best, I suppose.
Oh dear! Am I babbling off-topic again? I apologize, I really do! You see, I seldom get to talk to people so when I do my speech seems to wander. I really am terrible with that sort of thing... But I'm not talking to people, I am talking to me. Ah, we