The Freewriting thread

[theWriter]

Well, is it a fanfic or original?
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[Dark_Soul676]

Original.

[Nilitac_Tesgrah]

Hm.. I'd say free-form or put it under magical or something..
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[Alpha_zero]

Well, i'm going to have another go. I am reading a book called 'The curious incident of the dog in the night-time' and if you've read it before i'm sure you'd realise it has a very special writing style. I think this peice has been unfluenced by it, and I want to know if you think it worked succesfully. Anyway, on with the tale:


INTRODUCTION



Raven wood base 03:19am (Additional: February 2009)


They scanned the area, their weapons lit by torches, stuck on the tip. I saw it come this way, Im sure of it muttered one, to the other.

Yeah, I know replied the other soldier.

They turned around, lighting the dark metal base. Could just have been a rat suggested the taller one, glancing at his friend, who glanced back.

The biggest mistake in their histories had been made. For out of the darkness darted a small and dangerous creature. It was tiny now, but in the years that followed it become, and its brethren, the most dangerous threat to face earth, before the years of the empire.

There was a clatter as their guns tumbled to the floor. Then two bodies followed, each with a deadly slashes to their jugular veins.



Raven wood base 06:59pm (Additional: September 2018)

A war has escalated, and earth has tumbled into its depths. Those two fateful men, who were killed nine years ago here at Raven wood, were simply the beginning. The Fendrin, as they later revealed themselves as, have attacked earth.

They have a master-weapon, gliding towards earth, bringing humanities doom ever closer. Can it be stopped?


A man in the regular power armour worn by all soldiers is waiting outside a set of automatic doors. His helmets visor is shinning light from the bright electric light above. Suddenly he removed it, lifting his hands up and placing them either side of the fish-bowl like armour.

Underneath his defensive headgear, is an unshaven face. On its mouth, a sullen expression lies. Other than that, hes bald, but for some stubbley hair on top.

This is Derek Nolds, better known as Raven. The Raven is earths strongest warrior, whose father was one of the two soldiers who suffered first at the hand of the Fendrins master.

Suddenly, something bleeps and the door opens, letting a brighter light through, and shinning it onto his armour, which in turn reflects it back. As Derek looks forwards, he sees a man in a green suit, the same shade as his power armour. He has white hair, which stands on his head perfectly. He also has medals hanging from the chest of his suit.

Commander Nolds he begins, holding out a hand, motioning to the chair. Come sit

But Derek holds up a hand as he enters the room. Supreme master, Call me raven, and Id rather stand. Better to remain alert while I can

Of course says the suited man. If we are going to work as expected, then you had best not call me by my official title, but that of my Mother and Fathers choosing. Chuck he said, holding out a white gloved hand.

Raven said Derek, nodding. As he nodded he noticed the sun setting below a mountain. Why am I here, Supreme Master?

Raven, you are here to be briefed, trained and equipped for youre toughest challenge yet

Yet? asked Raven, as we shall call him from now on, raising an eyebrow.

I say Yet simply as a compliment. A soldier of youre skill has obviously faced challenges before?

I prefer to say, we seeing I havent ever faced an enemy alone

They say you are not an arrogant man, Raven, and I this now. Though you are possibly the greatest soldier in earths armed forces, you do not gloat, or boast. I know many a man who would

Well, its one to know one said Raven, looking deep into the supreme masters blue eyes. He couldnt make out much from his expressions, neither his eye movements. He would rely on body language.

Aye, that it does said Chuck, nodding.

And, as to my being here? Here at Raven wood?

Ah yes, where was I

Raven snorted, saying Our greatest challenge, remember, Commander

Yes said the Supreme master, smiling irritantly. You are earths greatest hope for pushing back the Fendrin-!

-We insisted Raven, drawing a chair up and sliding into it. Surely, you mean we
You are mistaken Raven. There shall be no squad with you on this mission, though you may meet other soldiers, and a unit will always be there to back you up

Then it is we isnt it said Raven, leaning back in his chair.

Yes, I suppose said Chuck thoughtfully. Anyway, moving on

My mission? said Raven mockingly. He was a humorous person and could see that he could get the better of this Supreme master. He snorted internally.



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I saw
I ripped over a damn rock.

[Dark_Soul676]

Well, I got the story up, I'm gonna start on Chapter 3 tonight probably, so look for it at this link tonight.

http://fanart-central.net/stories.php?sid=28740

[Nilitac_Tesgrah]

@Matt: I love it, but do work with ending punctuation in speech that's in quotations.
@Josh: Pretty good. Me like the style. ^_^

Yes, I am short, sweet, and to the point on CC. :huh: I'm quacky. Quirky. Weird. Yeah... Whatever adjectives you think suit me.

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[i]What would you do if you were in my shoes? Would you run? Would you stand and fight the good fight?

That's one of the biggest questions of life, my friend. They say life is supposed to be 'perfect'. They say people, especially teens, are supposed to be 'perfect'. Just because the media says a size zero is beauty doesn't mean everyone can be a size zero. Just because the media says obesity is wrong doesn't mean everyone can lose weight so easily.

'Perfection' and 'normalcy', two words so alike and yet so different. They are the same in that they are fake. They are different in meaning. 'Perfection' is supposedly when nothing is wrong with a person, that they have no flaws or diseases that can bring them down. 'Normalcy' is a lie, because nothing about anyone is normal. Average is a better word for me...[/i]

Lyla put down her pencil, sighing. "And that's where I leave off... I'm stuck," she said quietly, mostly to herself. She hugged herself tightly, hoping to warm up a little in the cold room, and cried out quietly when she felt her ribs through her shirt. [i]Ruo's right... I really am killing myself by being this way...[/i] she thought, standing up and looking in the mirror. Her t-shirt was selectively torn in places, and she could see her ribs. Her face was gaunt, and her cheekbones stuck out. [i]If I didn't look like this, maybe I would be beautiful... Tru and Ruo ARE right. My parents hate me, I know they do. So does Carla. But they expected me to do this to myself.[/i] Her hands curled into tight fists. [i]I won't let them make me do this anymore. I'm going to fight back against them and get back what I used to be, WHO I used to be...[/i]

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Eh... I was in a mood.
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[Dark_Soul676]

[quote]@Josh: Pretty good. Me like the style. ^_^[/quote]

Thank-you, I'm liking where this one is going, although the first few chapters are boring, it picks up later.

[theWriter]

That's good, Josh. Just remember when you're here you are supposed to comment on the story above you...constructive critism.
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At first, you writhe.

You try to fight the reality. Mentally and physically.

It takes a while...Took me a while, at least. When they told me, what had happened, what I had done, I had been quite frank in my reply.

"Bullshit."

He didn't say much, after that. Gave me this sad smile, left the room. It's funny. You'd think that they were giving up, right? You want yourself to think, "Ha-ha, you bastard, I won this round," but the truth? The truth is far, far from that.

They let you think. Leaving the room and letting you seep in your own stew of remorse does its work. Let me tell you it does it's work. It had nothing to do with winning. No. It's the benefit of the doubt. Men have gone mad from doubt. From not knowing, from just...thinking. That's what Chinese Water Torture is.

Oh, don't tell me you haven't heard of it. Simple. You tie someone up, lay them on a flat surface, face-first, and tie them to THAT surface. Don't forget to blindfold. And then, you get a rag, or an eyedropper...something that has water, and you hold it over their face. And slowly, you let the first drop release itself.

It's a shocker. Something so small...They gasp, twitch, try to shift from side to side, surprised at what the hell just hit them. A simple little drop of H20, really.

That's the first drop.

The second drop is the worst.

Oh, and don't get me started on the third drop.

The trick is to not have rhythm. There is no pattern, no timing that the person can adjust to. They're just constantly waiting...readying themselves for that next drop. Timing themselves, guessing that it will come the next second...

And then when it doesn't, they try again, guessing when it will come that second--

Eventually, you go mad. By expecting so much, you spiral into insanity.

All because of the benefit of the doubt.

Yup. Something that simple...can cause so much damage.

Something like the Butterfly Effect?

Hmmm...Maybe.

They left me there, for two days. Doesn't seem long, does it? I got fed, I had water and food, and there were lights. Physically, I was fine. Physically, I was a happy camper.

Mentally...Well, remember what I said about the Chinese Water Torture?

Benefit of the doubt. Benefit of the doubt is all you need to shatter something.

When they came back two days later and asked me if I wanted to talk, guess what I said.

Just guess.

It should be simple, right? I should've said no.

Tell you what: That doubt chewed me up. Instead of going with what my instinct wanted to do, I said yes.

And guess what they're doing now.

More torture?

Oh, yes, but not of what you would think to be torture.

Benefit of the doubt...

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[Nilitac_Tesgrah]

So THAT'S Chinese Water Torture... *Shivers* Gah.

That was good; the voice of it made me cringe everytime I read about the doubt. Gaaaaaah... (Favorite word, sorry)... I'd kick and scream.

Anyways, that was really good. I still have the shivers.

... I lack inspiration today.
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[LexLuthorsVictimNJustAFriend]

You all are so awesome, Megan, I would hate to be tortured like that!
This one is a peice from my book...hope you enjoy.
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I touched the cold metal of the loaded pistol. I was ready to shoot anyone who crossed me, especially Sam. I was eager to kill him and he deserved to die, he deserved everthing that was coming to him. My wife was in the hospital an inch from death because of him. My daughter won't speak to me or anyone, for that matter, because of him - he deserved everything I was going to give him.

I held fast to the pistol as I walked down the castle halls. I walked past Lexis' room, I could her talking to someone. I pressed my ear to the door, my heart dropped - she was praying...for me.

"Don't let him do it, please make him stop." she said. "Lord, daddy needs you right now, way more than I do. Don't let him kill Sam, don't let him even go near Sam. Please lord, just please help him." I'd heard enough. God had better be with me because soon Sam would be kissing the barrel of my gun.

[theWriter]

Naomi, thy are too modest. That was cool...and good, and I've read of this story before. You should email me it. (Hint, hint).

That was great. Interesting, and very good.

Brain fart. Someone, anyone, post.
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[LexLuthorsVictimNJustAFriend]

Megan, once I type all of it up I will email it to you. Until then here is another Chad story.
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His head hung out the window, bleeding heavily. My legs were pinned under the passenger side of the dashboard. I listened to the bloody gurgle that had collected in my chest. I looked at Chad and watched him breathe slowly. The steering wheel was jabbed into his stomach, pinning him to the seat. I ndged his arm, he hissed in pain.

"Chad." I said in little more than a whisper. "Chad can you move?"

"Yes." he said as he turned to look at me. His lips curled to reveal a very bloody smile. I tried to smile back, but it hurt too much.

"What just happened?" I asked. Chad looked passed me to something outside. I followed his stare, I saw the SUV that had slammed into us. They looked as if they were fine, but for some reason they weren't acknowledging our existance. "Where is the cell phone?"

"In your pocket." he said. I looked down, sure enough it was there. I tried to get it out, but everytime I reached into my pocket pain shot through my body.

"Chad, can you get it? It hurts to much when I try." I winced. Chad didn't even try, instead he took advantage of the lack of light and lit up the key pad. He text messaged 'help' to 911 and we waited.

"This is the song that reminds me of my trucker hat, that I used to where not to block out the sun." Chad began to sing. It took me by surprise, but it was relaxing. I knew what he was doing, he didn't want to think about how much he was hurting and he wanted me to stop thinking about it too. Chad always sang when he was hurt, it had started when he scraped his knee in second grade.

"With a John Deere logo and a stain on the back, form where you layed me out flat one look I was done." I sang the next part. Chad laughed painfully and began to sing the rest of the song.
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I don't know how to end this properly so I'm gonna leave it here. I'm not sure if you can really text stuff to 911, but hey it's my story and I say you can. Hope you guys enjoyed it and thank you to all who say that I write well. I appreciate it.

[theWriter]

[quote] Hope you guys enjoyed it and thank you to all who say that I write well. I appreciate it.[/quote]
We appreciate reading your work, Naomi. It's a win-win deal. ^_^

Been in the lower slums of London? Mah. Me neither, but...
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Ever been in a drug deal? Shuffling the cash, handing out the ganja as fast as your hands can bloody take in the money?

Nah. Probably not, but nevertheless, there is this, allure, I guess to the business. Quite a profitable one, actually.

Call me filthy; call me a creature that doesn't deserve to walk the earth...I've heard it all before. All by people who really had no bloody room to talk. None at all.

But what about me, eh? Why am I in such a horrible, dishonest business?

Again, the profit. It's all about the money. Between you and me, it's nasty stuff. Really is. Not as bad as speed or other creatures of human addiction, but it's nasty. Stuff is like a little vampire on the brain. After the first bite, you have to have more.

Now the question arises: Am I living with my mum? Because that's what it's supposed to be, like? Me, a disgusting vagrant of society, living in my mother's attic by day and selling drugs by night.

Ha-ha. Sounds like a twisted version of Batman.

Well, let me tell you the truth:

I don't live with me mum. That's a load of bollocks. To put simply, she got shot to death in a hit-and-run five years ago. Yep, walking down the street, my poor ol' mum was shot down like a fish in a barrel.

If you want the truth again, she really was. Stuck in a dead end job, only one child who had fought their way out of the s**t hole of the slums. That was me. Yup. Me. I got out there and--no, you won't believe this, but I became a lawyer. A prosecuting lawyer.

And a damn fine one at that. I was a bitch with bite, and I loved it.
Challenging filth of society, cleaning up the streets. I felt like I was doing good. I felt like I was helping the world.

Oh, yeah, but then my mum died.

And now, I'm selling drugs on the street.

This is the part where you, as the audience, gasp and in disbelief, gasp: "WAH!?!?"

Now lean down, my lovely audience. Lean down closely. I have a secret to tell you. Damn fine one at that.

I'm selling drugs. Yes, I am.

But here's the tidbit: All this chaos, all me fueling addictions and the lose of human life, it's going to find me someone?

Who?

Why, it's simple. Eventually the man who killed my mother is going to come along, hirer me up to do deals for him.

And when that happens--

I'm going to kill him.

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[Nilitac_Tesgrah]

You are a murderer's mood, eh? o-o

That was pretty damn good. It really gave an insight to how dealers think. I like it. What a way to fall, going from Top Dog Lawyer to lowly drug dealer with a craving for revenge... *le sigh*


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My wrist is cramping, so this will be quick. I have no idea what's wrong with me today. I was feeling rather... cruel. I suppose. Part of a plot twist idea. BTW, we're working on that RPG some more. We are really trying to get it to be longer.

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Miya woke up, her head hurting. Her arms and ankles were bound tightly with ropes, and her clothes were tattered and torn. Her normally shining, waved hair was lank and dull, hanging limply around her shoulders to her waist. Her jade eyes were also lifeless, but not entirely. Her spirit had been broken a long time ago.

Footsteps had been what had woken her up, and upon hearing the cell door open, she looked up, and paled even more. It was Wesker.

"Have you agreed to accept my offer yet?" he asked casually, picking her up by her neck, which was bruised slightly. She winced visibly, and he scowled. "Weak and pathetic."

"Yes sir..." It was barely audible.

"Hm?"

"I said I agree to work for you with Ada Wong. But only if you leave my friends alone." He threw her into a wall, which she hit with a dull thud. She slumped to the ground, her head bowed to hide tears.

"Alright, I suppose I can leave them alone... But that means you can't see them again."

"Not even just one last time?"

"... Shut up. You're digging yourself a deeper grave with each word. Ada, help her get into proper gear. You both have a mission in two hours. Hurry it up." He walked out of the cell, and in walked an Asian woman, about twenty-seven or less, with short black hair and almond-shaped brown eyes. She was carrying a black outfit for Miya to wear, and, eventually, got her to wear it. Without even asking for help, she strapped the weapons to the holsters that lined the outside of her black jeans, and she hid a knife in a boot.

Ada helped her stand up and said softly, "You shouldn't have agreed. This is a dangerous job. At each turn, you'll face death by either enemies or your own comrades, including your friends and Wesker, or possibly even myself."

"Being dead is better than having to live with the fact my friends will hate my very existance... Now I know how Raziel felt when he thought everyone hated him." Her voice was quiet, hardly heard even in the still air.

Ada looked at her for a long moment, then shook her head and said, "Come on, we've got to go now or the mission'll start without us."

As Miya walked out of the cell door, she hesitated, and her hand clenched around a locket she was wearing. She hid it under the collar of her shirt and continued walking after Ada with some obvious difficulty. Soon, she could even run in the high-heeled boots she was wearing, and wondered how she'd managed.

Ada drove the boat out of the dock and into an over-filled sewer, Miya in the passenger seat. The younger girl's hair had been cut to her shoulders, and, since Zilia had insisted on highlighting it a little, it had vivid blue streaks through it.

Said girl stared absently at the walls of the sewer, the smell not even bothering her any. Ada looked over at her and asked, "Something wrong?"

"Everything. Even me." She sighed. "In a few days my sister and I will be eightteen... And whatever I do will be of my own judgement from there on out. I can't handle that," she whispered. "I don't think my boyfriend will ever forgive me..."

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Ow, wrist hurts... Anyways, this is a plot twist idea. Miya had to accept Wesker's work offer or she'd have been killed, as well as her friends, and since he promised not to bother her friends and loved ones, she couldn't see them ever again except in battle. However, Miya betrays Wesker on the promise and saves her friends' lives, at the cost of nearly getting killed later on at a mansion. Wow, that was very Resident Evil REmake-esque...
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[LexLuthorsVictimNJustAFriend]

Nilly: Hmm...it is a bit like Resident Evil, but nonetheless it's good.
Megan: Heh, a drug dealing lawyer out for revenge, sounds very cool. I like how you wrote it.

Well, this is another piece from my book, I'll probably have a lot of these seeing that I'm just getting around to typing it up. Here we go, hope you enjoy.
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I pulled at the chains that bound my wrists, they pulled back with the stinging reality that I wasnt going anywhere. I told Lexis that Mark was no good; I told her that he was dangerous, but she refused to believe it. She told me that everyone deserved to prove themselves, especially Mark. Lexis believed that he was her one and only, she created this fallacy of love to get her through the days and now I was paying for it.

I shivered in the night air and pulled at the chains again. I wasnt in any pain at the moment, not yet at least. I waited for Mark to return, knowing that he was going to bring my daughter with him. He was sick and no better than his father, but he was proud of that. He didnt care if people suffered or died, he only cared about how they suffered. His father was the same way, but Randy was cleaner with the way he inflicted pain. Randy would stab you with a burning knife so you wouldnt bleed, but it would still hurt like hell. Mark was more reckless, he enjoyed the sight of blood, he loved seeing it pour from your body as his knife sliced through a vein. In a way, that was his greatest flaw.

Leaves began to rustle as they approached. My body tensed up, I dreaded seeing the look on Lexis face when she looked at me. I didnt want to look into her eyes when she saw that her father as strong as I was made out to be was hanging by his wrists, waiting to be tortured. She was only sixteen; she didnt need to see what Mark was going to do. I closed my eyes and silently prepared myself for the worst pain Id ever feel.
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I'm quite proud of this piece. My character, Kyoko, is so much fun to write about. He's allows me to let out my aggressions, my pain, and my sorrow through him. In a way, I'm a bit sorry that I've made his life so horrible for my benefit, but I can't seem to change it. No matter what I do his story doesn't change, it can't and it won't, but I'm ok with that. Well, tell me if you guys like this. if you do, I may just add a short story of him to my story section of my gallery. ^_^

[Nilitac_Tesgrah]

That was really good. I'm scared of Mark. *shivers* The detail of the voice was enough to make me want to cry for the poor parents.

It's supposed to be Resident Evil ish. Miya and Zilia are both from an RPG of it. ^^
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[Dark_Soul676]

I got a new idea for my racism story. Here it is.

"Hell is still overburdened
I must stand and wait in line
I may never know for certain when will be my time
How was I considered evil?
Pleasures taken in this life
Someone granted me reprieval
Decades spent in strife"

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They would escape the awful town that very morning, in search of a world where they were not hated. The young teenage boy leading them on, they would walk for the entire day, before stopping at the Kingdom of Meltokio for the night. Quietly, the group would sneak into the inn a get a room, hoping to avoid any protestors of the Chosen's newest laws...the laws that had ruined the lives of half-elves all over Meltokio.

Charcoal orbs of the female ninja would gaze over to the small elvan lad. She would place a hand on his shoulder, comforting him in these times of harsh adeptations.

"Genis, you ok?"

Sea green orbs would gaze up towards the girl, a forced smile would form on his face.

"Yeah, of course! Nothing to worry about.."

"...I understand your pain Genis. I only wish there was something we could do."

Chocolate brown orbs of the teenage boy would turn back towards the two, a serious look on his face.

"The only thing we can do, is help Genis and the Professor out right now, there's still a small ray of hope that this can be resolved without violence."

"...There's always a small ray of hope, but it's dimming out very fast."

This would be all the negitivity that Genis could bear, he would fall to his knees and look towards the ground, tears escaping from his eyes. He was tired physically and emotionally. He was tired of the hatred, tired of the despair, and most of all, he was tired of running away.

Suddenly, a familar, masculine voice would be hear by the group as they tried to comfort the small boy.

"Get up kid, don't give up hope just yet. Just think what all the hunnies would say if they saw you on the ground crying."

A tall man, about 20 or so, would walk up the stairs, a goofy grin on his face.

"What's up guys? Been awhile...."
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"It's the closing of the curtain,
In the play that was my life.
Countless chapters left unopened,
Tragedies inside.
I was fighting for a reason,
Holy blessed homicide!
Seems I have committed treason.
All I've sacrificed...
Led to nothing!
Repeated in my mind,
Led to nothing!
If only I was born another time..."


Lyrics are from the song "Overburdened" by Disturbed.

[LexLuthorsVictimNJustAFriend]

Josh, you have got to remember to comment the stories above you. Others comment your stories so please comment theirs.

You have an odd - but good - way of writing. Future tense, is very interesting to read, keep it up you are a good writer. ^_^
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I sat at the dinner table with my family, waiting for the daily argument to break out. I looked at my dying watch, I started to countdown. My father was going to break soon, 3...2...1 Nothing happened. I looked at my watch again maybe it had already died or maybe I was just expecting the argument too much, I couldnt tell. All I knew was that I needed this argument, I was dependant upon it and I was going to start it if I had to.

Mom, guess what? I said. My father glared at me. We werent supposed t talk at the dinner table, it was an obvious rule and I knew what the punishment would be for breaking it, but I didnt care.

What baby? she asked.

I got an A on my spelling test! I cried in false excitement. Truth was that I had failed my spelling test, my mother knew that, but my father didnt. He hated hearing that I was doing well; he hated hearing about me period. If it were up to him I wouldnt exist at all, but since he wasnt willing to kill me he settled for the next best thing.

He slammed his fist onto the table, causing the dishes to rattle. I knew what was going to happen next, what pain was in store for me because of my stupidity. It wasnt a surprise; I knew I was going to get my ass beat from the first time I looked at my watch. The funny thing was that we all knew that I was going to be beat; he would have done it eventually.

Shut up and finish eating. Hank said through gritted teeth.

Make me. I said under my breath. That was the straw that broke the camels back. Hank pushed his plate forward and stood up; I started preparing myself when his fist connected with my face. My father made his way toward me, I was terrified to death, but I was helpless to stop him.
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Just a lil' bit of Kyoko's past, I'll finish it and then post it in my gallery later.

[Dark_Soul676]

Wow Lex, that was very good. I like how you described the tone scene with the "dying watch", and how very cruel and pretty much an ass Hank truely is.

At the moment, I've got nothing in my head, someone else write something. ^_^

[Nilitac_Tesgrah]

Yikes. o-o I fear for Kyoko.

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Yet another meaningless... spoof... Inspired by Tsukiko Amano's song "Koe", which means "Voice". I will find the download or a video if I can't find the download...

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Miya looked up from the tattoo she'd been branded with when she'd started working for Wesker to see said man walking past without a word, reading a file. She caught a glimpse of the word Lee on it, and her heart shattered a second time when she knew it was her boyfriend's file. His voice rang clearly in her head, but at the same time, it was faded slightly. She was forgetting him.

[i]Tatoeba umi no soko de
Anata ga ikiteru no nara
Watashi wa nihon no ashi wo kitte
Sakana ni narou[/i]

She stood up and walked down the hall, opposite the way Wesker had gone, her high heels clicking against the tiles. Along the way, she saw her reflection in a few mirrors, and hated it. Some of her hair was dyed a bright red, and another section was dyed blue. She didn't mind it most of the time, but the mood she was in made her angry, and saddened. When she finally got to her room, she flopped onto the bed and cried into her pillow, not even noticing Zilia Van Helsing coming in quietly and sitting by her, resting a hand on her shoulder in a sisterly gesture.

[i]Fukami e ochiru hodo ni
Anata ga chikazuku no nara
Hatenai yami wo samayou kage ni
Natte mo ii[/i]

When Miya stopped crying a full five minutes later, she didn't sit up, still hiding her tear-streaked and black mascara smeared face. Her black, red, and blue hair fell around her shoulders, tickling her bare neck. Zilia was still sitting there, trying to be a friend even though they had been enemies in the past.

"Miya, you can tell me what's wrong," she said quietly, her normally happy voice softened considerably. Usually, it would be normal for a new, female recruit to cry, especially when forced to work against her will, but this was just strange: Zilia pitied the girl, and normally she felt no pity or compassion, only indifference and a sadistic sense of humor that always came up at the wrong time.

"Everything's wrong... I can't see my friends anymore. I miss Lee, and I just know they all hate me now!" Miya's angry voice was muffled by the midnight-blue pillowcase, and she was shaking in fury. Zilia sighed, and looked at the ceiling. Miya's CD player had been playing different songs all this time, and it was currently playing Koe by Tsukiko Amano.

[i]Adeyaka ni tadayou watashi no kagerou
Kanawanai hibi ni oboreita dake
Anata wa inai
Wakatteiru
Wakatteiru[/i]

Quietly, Zilia sang a muted translation of the chorus, her voice barely heard. "Rising, rising, the sun purifies this place. The seal carved in blue is stolen away by the warm, warm wind..."

Miya smiled a little, and couldn't help but sing a little too. "If these words ever reach you, I'll take my living body and throw it away. A present that has erased my vivid wounds - Your warmth that steals everything - I longed for them, I searched for them... even though they're illusions."

[i]Noboru noboru taiyou ga
Watashi no basho wo jouka suru
Aoku kizamu kokuin wo
Nurui nurui kaze ga saratte yuku

Tatoeba kono kotoba ga
Anata ni todoku no naraba
Watashi no seitai wo toriagete
Sutetemo ii

Azayakana kizu wo nakushita ima wo
Nanimokamo ubau anata no ondo wo
Motometeita
Motometeita
Maboroshi demo[/i]

Sighing, Miya sat up and crossed her black-jean clad legs after kicking her boots off. "I can't stand being here, Zilia. It kills me just listening to the experiments' screams... Music this loud is the only thing that drowns them out." Zilia patted her shoulder and smiled.

"It goes away, and eventually you don't notice it. We, as in Azhdeha and myself, aren't all bad. We're paid to work for Wesker; we just live here because no one else would take us in. To the outside world that doesn't involve Umbrella and the psychics, we're freaks." Zilia sighed. "It isn't as easy as it seems to work for Wesker. There's always the chance he can get rid of us..."

[i]Kieru kieru nukumori ga
Watshi no basho wo tsurete yuku
Batsu wo nuguu sono ude ni
Dakare nagara nemuri ni tsukitai[/i]

Miya smiled a little. "I guess you're not inhuman like the rest of us thought." Zilia gave Miya a sisterly hug and said, "Cheer up, or you'll go insane. That's not a good thing." She stood up and walked out, closing the door behind her.

[i]Noboru noboru taiyou ga
Watashi no basho wo jouka suru
Batsu wo nuguu sono ude ni
Dakare nagara nemuritai
Kieru kieru nukumori ga
Watshi no basho wo tsurete yuku
Aoku kizamu kokuin wo
Nurui nurui kaze ga saratte yuku[/i]

Miya lay back down and cried a little more, mostly because she was just understanding the song that was playing. She looked at the snake and holly tattoo on her arm, symbolic that she worked for Wesker, and hid her face in the pillow, sobbing a little. [i]Zilia may have cheered me up, but no one can make me happy forever...[/i] she thought, curling up into a defensive ball.

[i]Mushibande yuku kioku no hahen
Watashi wo fusagu PIASU ga tarinai
Warureteshimau boyakete shimau
Anata no koe ga zattou ni kieru
Mushibande yuku nukeochite yuku
Watashi wo fugasu PIASU ga tarinai
Atokata mo naku wasurete shimau
Anata no koe ga zattou ni naru[/i]

Silently, she sang the English version of the last verse, a single tear falling down her face.

"The splinters of memories are rotting away. The piercings that fill me aren't enough. I'm forgetting - it's blurring - Your voice disappears in the noise. They're rotting, they're shedding - The piercings that fill me aren't enough. Without leaving a trace - I'm forgetting - Your voice is becoming noise..."

Her left hand strayed to her right ear, which had three faux gold piercings around the conch of her ear and a dull gold loop in the lobe. Her other ear was the same, but different in color: a molten copper look was on them. She shut her eyes tightly, forcing the burning tears back. She fell asleep, sniffling. The song slowly ended, giving the room a sad, yet beautiful atomsphere.

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Video for the Song in fanfic I do not own the song, it is property of Amano Tsukiko and Ponycompany. Translations to the Japanese lyrics in it are done in quotations, and full translation can be found here. That site has all info on the game itself.

I do not own Zilia or Azhdeha, or Wesker or Umbrella for that matter. I only own Miya and the plot of this... meh... spoof. I think it bites, but... *shrug*
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